| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
Had the medicine cat had any level of energy left in her, she was certain her hackles would have raised at the assuredness in Coldamber's tone as she responded. Like a mockery of all the turmoil WindClan had gone through since the poisonings had began. No. Since before that still. Cowtuft had simply held on to some level of hope, some pointless dream that the stars still listened and cared for them. And Lightningstorm? She had been naive enough to believe her mentor knew best.
The silence clawed sickeningly around them. The tension was palpable, feeling as if it were both pushing down upon her while not allowing her rest. The lithe calico's tail twitched as the ancient WindClanner spoke, and lapis hues widened with disbelief. With open disgust. They had been... they had been floundering. Cats had died due to some unseen force. Some StarClan rat had been looking into their problems, hearing their pleas for help on how to save their clanmates only to backstab them. Go to ThunderClan with the news and in turn make sure WindClan was the last in the know, when yet another died and joined the ranks of stars. In all this... all this time Larkthroat had told her that it wasn't that StarClan had forsaken them. It was simply that there weren't enough WindClanners with power in the stars. Not enough cats that would be remembered well enough to jump into dreams with warnings and aid to give. What a strike to the face it was to realize that had all been a
lie.
"You were... busy... With the matters from another clan?" Lightningstorm repeated once Coldamber had finished speaking, her voice small. Slow. Like a kit being told something new that they were simply too young to grasp.
A storm brewed in her almond shaped eyes as she took in the former medicine cat's face, betrayal flickering before a tempest of ire overtook her glare. The StarClanner had been gone tending to the needs of other clans... because she had thought Cowtuft and her competent? It was clear she no longer thought as much, what with her finally showing her face. And the young molly couldn't help but feel insulted by the insinuation. Her mentor had been more than capable! The best there had been! If not for the rats that infested the place he had once laid his head in. Was that how they were to live then? To see enemies everywhere? To understand that even the stars themselves had more pressing matters to tend to, like the prosperity of
enemy clans.
"Well you'll have to bloody forgive me for disappointing, won't you? You see, I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was killing my clanmates alongside him!" she mewed, her voice growing in pitch until there was no mistaking the strength of her rage. The conviction behind her emotions. Because she was done. She was done with being everyone's stepping stone. She was done having arseholes look at her like if she was less than them for the crime of being just one cat who seemed to have the world of both the dead and the living conspiring against her!
"Guess it ended up evening out in the end though, didn't it? What with how disappointed we all are with the stars. Imagine our surprise finding out StarClan has the time to find out what is killing our clanmates but deciding to inform ThunderClan about it only so they can take bloody advantage of the whole thing!" she roared, hackles fully raised at this point as she paced back and forth like a caged, rabid creature ready to strike.
"And for what? Because we were supposed to live up to some sort of... absurd expectation?! Well, it's all bloody good to see that the dead and living think the same now, innit?! Do you have any idea what it's like?! To be accused of murder all because you never dared dream your own, worthless clan would sabotage their own herbs! Because you never thought that someone would turn herbs that are meant to save lives into implements of death?! Oh, but it's all fine, because you were simply too busy with the bloody matters from another clan!"
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Abyssopelagic [Coldamber]