That's her brother. No. That was her brother. Oliveglow's much too still body was laying in the clearing with the other three warriors who had lost their lives in the recent skirmish - but Grapevine's vacant green gaze was fixed on only him. Memories of their childhood flashed in her mind; a stark juxtaposition to the carnage that laid before her. Had he done the same in his final moments? Had Oliveglow thought of the silly games they played in the nursery... or the competitions of their apprenticeship? Or had the Thunderclanner that snapped his leg then slit his throat not allowed him a moments peace before they killed him?
She tuned out the piercing yowls of her clanmates as they gave their unasked for opinions. Did they think Dawnstar would truly care? That she would value their words and take them to heart? Please. Grapevine knew Dawnstar for what she truly was - an uncaring monster. A soulless being that dumped the dead bodies of the fallen in the clearing like they were a piece of prey. No thank yous. No chance to grieve. She just moved on with the meeting, and the clan followed suit. Grapevine huffed from her seat in the middle of the group, finally tearing her eyes away from her brother and steeling her gaze at the leader.
"And what will that do?" Her meow rang out. "Taking land from Thunderclan does nothing for us. If anything they will initiate another battle and we will lose more warriors. More of our own will be gone. For what? Revenge? For power? You say Sparrowstar plans to repay us for the damage done. A few herbs and prey to replace our fallen. Do we really waste our time pushing for more? When our dead are rotting right before our eyes?"
She stood then, padding solemnly towards Oliveglow and the others. "I don't care what you choose Dawnstar. What I care about is honoring and burying the warriors who gave their life for us." A lilac paw rested protectively over her brother's corpse, daring the leader to deny the fallen the most basic courtesy.