[WarriorzFan]

Originally Posted by spade

Voices. From the outside world. Stirring in his nest, Kestrelstar took a beat before he lifted his head, sleep still dancing in his yellow eyes. For once, it had been just that - sleep. No mysterious dreams or training in the Dark Forest with Blossomclaw. Just a nice, peaceful abyss that the leader had gratefully handed himself over to. He could feel strength ebbing back into his muscles, the flow of the lives given to him during his leader ceremony expanding.

It still didn't mean he appreciated kits in his den, but at this moment Kestrelstar was too disoriented to really see who it was.

"My den is not boring," the tom grumbled, slowly positioning himself up into a seated position. It was just a simple den, all that was needed was a nest for him to sleep in. That was it, really. Shifting so that he was more so facing the young hairball in his den, Kestrelstar couldn't bring himself to fight with them escaping the nursery anymore. Let them come in, bringing their shells and rocks and dirty paws into his den. "Set them wherever," Kestrelstar muttered with a wave of his tail, starting to groom patches of his fur.

A sigh slipped past his lips as Mistypaw brought up that perhaps not everyone in the Clan hated him. And well... she was right, to an extent. The tom wasn't dumb. He knew that quite a bit of those that still followed him or supported him only did so out of fear. But how else was he suppose to lead? How else was he supposed to make ThunderClan pay? If he wasn't perpetuating the deaths of their Clanmates, who would act? Who would hold ThunderClan responsible?

He had to keep going for the sake of keeping their memory alive. Firehkaw. Fawnsqueak. Lionstorm. Peonypaw. Petuniaflame. They weren't just nameless facesless warriors. They were RiverClan.

With a bit of a delated look, Kestrelstar watched as Mistypaw spoke once more of Stormtalon. He was glad that the young apprentice was going to be learning from someone like the noble warrior. "You will. And one day, when your Clan needs you as a warrior, you'll step forward with all the training you're going to need."

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Good. Fear was what Kestrelstar wanted to see. Fear led to cats following orders, which is what a majority of RiverClan needed to do if they were to overcome the threat of ThunderClan that loomed in the distance. "You disgust me," the leader snarled, scrapping the bottom of his den with unsheathed claws. Anger raged under his pelt but the tom forced it to remain flat, claws sliding back in. "Now get out of my sight unless you've got something useful to report."

It was a much more calm day for Kestrelstar, and for once the leader was just sitting calmly in his den. The hole near the wall that he had started on soon after the meeting sat unfinished, the pile of soil and dirt still next to it. Truth be told, the tabby wasn't exactly sure what he was building, just that the project provided him with a distraction when it was needed most.

Lifting his head at the sound of foot steps near his den, Kestrelstar frowned. Despite being in a rather "peaceful" mindset today, he still didn't appreciate cats just seeking him out unless they had information to report. "What is it, Ivywing?" he asked, trying to conceal the annoyance in his tone.

So many cats coming in and out of his den, Kestrelstar wanted to claw his own fur out. His yellow eyes blazed with discomfort in being this social, yet what could he do about it? Nothing, that's what. He was leader. Leader. Not just another Clanmate. He needed to be there for those he led - regardless of what they brought forth to him. But with the scowl that was planted firmly in place, Kestrelstar was beginning to reconsider this part of the job.

That was, until Rainingpaw made his way into the den, mouth already moving. So, the warrior who had been immature in leaving, calling him a kit... He wasn't surprised, to be honest. If anything, it made his lcaws flex in anticipation. Another name added to the list of those he was reconsidering having in RiverClan. "I have strictly forbid apprentices at the border," the leader began with a snap, "...but it appears your disobediance had brought forth some truth about your traitorous Clanmates."

Oh, Willowsong. He hadn't much trouble with this warrior until her rude intrusion into his den with random conspiracy theories and now... this. "I will handle this. Did you hear what was said?" Yellow eyes peered inquisitively down at the apprentice, trying to pry as much information as he could from her.

Renovating. Was that what he was doing? Kestrelstar didn't really have a name for it; all he knew was that it took his mind off of things. A distraction. One that kept his claws busy and not itching to tear into the fur of every traitor in RiverClan with even a hint of ties with ThunderClan. He felt as though he was teetering on a precarious precipice, one that kept him from killing more cats than just Quietclaw. The whispers that sliced through his mind, egging him on... it was hard to resist them when he wasn't occupying his claws with other tedious tasks.

"Reno... what?" It still took a moment for the leader to grasp, but regardless, he gave a shake of his head. "It's the same den it's always been. It's Lionstorm's den, and then it was Sootstar's, and now the honor is passed on to me. How grand." His tone did not, in fact, make it seem as though it was grand in any sense of the world. Kestrelstar instead scoffed at the mere notion and took a seat, tail tip twitching on the ground beside him.

"A chat you want, is it? Well then, let us chat."

Scooting closer to Junipersong, so much so that he was a mere whisker length away from her, Kestrelstar stared at her with slightly wide yellow eyes. "Do you want to talk about the way ThunderClan had been slaughtering us like sitting ducks? Or perhaps the fact that everyone in this Clan would line up to rip out each of my remaining lives?? Or - and here's the best topic of all! - would you like to discuss why there are those that still defend those fox-hearted traitors?" His voice was raised by now, eyes wide and ablaze. "You wanted to talk, let's talk!"

[INDENT]Did these idiots not understand that he wanted to be left alone? Prancing into his den without a care in the world, and usually for stupid, meaningless discussions. From where he sat hunched near his hole, Kestrelstar lifted his head, the bags evident under his yellow eyes from lack of sleep. Gleaming in the dim lighting of his den and now fixated on the loud mouth standing at the entrance. He was blabbering something about his tactics when it came to Quietclaw, and the leader growled a bit.

"What the hell do you want, Pikefluff?" the leader snapped, irritation sending the fur on the back of his neck up. All this squabbling and loudness was causing him to flatten his ears back against his head as he pushed himself to his paws. As much as he wished they could just take him back to his nest, instead they turned and directed him towards the warrior now in his den.

Heaving an irritated sigh, Kestrelstar looked up to meet the tom's gaze. "How was my day... you came into my den to ask me how my day was?" Voice and tone both dripped with frustration as his yellow eyes narrowed. Stars, was his Clan really this idiotic? Kestrelstar had half a mind to send him right back out of the entrance with a claw swipe down the front of his face - a gift for coming into his den without permission.INDENT]

“Ok, if that’s how you wanna play it...” he thought to himself. “Well...yeah! What else could “How was your day” mean?” He said sarcastically.