[liz]

[ honeyfrost - shadowclan queen ]

> @x ghostie wolfwhisper [ so sorry about the lateness! ;w; ]

The queen, upon listening to her clanmate’s final addition, felt her entire body relax from the anxious tenseness that she hadn’t even been aware she was carrying. Despite the tom’s safety not previously being an explicit worry of the molly’s, at least not verbatim, hearing that Wolfwhisper wasn’t actively in danger was nothing but relieving; perhaps, even if the cinnamon cat hadn’t immediately registered suicidal ideation as an obvious option, the prospect had been eating at her subconsciously? Either way, that debate was semantic; despite the comfort that stemmed from confirming the issue was less immediate, whatever the warrior had gnawing at him wasn’t over, whether or not he felt rash enough to do something like that wasn’t about to affect how much the molly was invested. Honeyfrost, as per usual, didn’t care to waste any time debating the minute details of her phrasing, letting an immediate response fall from her mouth as the tom himself fell silent. “You’re only proving me right. I can see you didn’t deserve whatever happened to you, but being good doesn't protect you from the unfairness in the world.” The she-cat, harsh tone sprouting with her judgement at the story being laid out before her, did end up taking a moment to rethink upon realizing how brutally her voice cut through the air. Tail swishing, the cat looked as if she was suppressing indignance while biting back the less organized thoughts that were fighting to make their way out.
In spite of the molly’s kittypet background, StarClan had called to her upon being introduced to the clan that became her home; she was a genuine believer in the ancestors. However, despite not being by any means a cynic, Honeyfrost was unabashedly critical of the choices made by the dead. To her- the cat narrowing her eyes as she searched for the right words to give to Wolfwhisper- StarClan was not infallible by any stretch of the word; that much was clear at this point, as it seemed that the cats dwelling in Silverpelt were either raining hell upon a young, undeserving cat- or simply had no involvement whatsoever. Bystanders, or cruel twisters of fate- and the cat preferred to assume the first. Life was unfair in and of itself, and surely Wolfwhisper couldn’t be having his mind torn to shreds by those supposed to guide him, right? Despite being assured no one group was to blame, the simple fact that something so awful could have happened for any reason- let alone to someone like the emotionally battered cat before her- made Honeyfrost feel hot anger in her chest that took great effort to restrain. For the queen to let it out in ways that would insinuate that her displeasure, on any level, was directed at the young warrior would be horrendous; at least she had the sense to watch her words a little more now.
“What I mean by that- just… you don’t know what you could possibly have done. I wouldn’t believe for one second that you’re a cat evil enough to be punished by StarClan, not unless they came down and told you exactly that.” Her amber eyes softened, letting the vitriol seep out through her paws and honing in on the important component; her clanmate, who needed to hear some kindness. “No one cat down here is a foolproof judge of character, and if the cats up there are truly responsible for everything that has happened, I wouldn’t be left with an ounce of respect for them. If you think that your existence is the cause of whatever happened to you, and… well, to you. That’s not my business- but if that’s the issue, then that’s not your fault. If StarClan is involved at all, they’re responsible, and they’re fox-hearts for roping you into it.” The feline had sat down, trying to prevent herself from enunciating or getting increasingly heated by controlling her poise. “None of this is my business, you’re right, and if I’m overstepping do say, but I’m choosing to pop myself in right here and talk at you. I sure hope this is simply nasty, nasty luck out of anyone’s paws, but if it takes yowling at the sky to properly place blame then I have no need to think twice about doing so.”