[puppeteer]

silversnow

| @Captain @BEAR @/anyone else |

The hot headed molly could feel a snarl rising in her scarred throat, and she limped out of the warriors den. She felt anger blazing through her fur, and she forced her way to the front, pushing past cats. "Alright, some of you!" Her words started as a snap, then slowly developed into a snarl. "Yeah, my dads done some stupid things, so have plenty of you! None of you get to sit here and yell at him for things that could have been prevented by some of you! Gingerfrost was sick, so you, Tinystorm, why didn't you take a patrol to the Thicket, hm? Can you answer that?! I lost my sister and my brother to those asshole dogs! I lost almost my entire family! I watched my dad lose a life!" She couldn't stop her words now, and she just kept speaking.

"Why on the stars-forsaken earth, are we only blaming Pikestar?! We should be taking some goddamn blame ourselves! We could have taken care of this! You think he wanted to see Clanmates die?! Of course not! Things happen, mistakes are made, cats die. That's apart of being in a Clan and if none of you can handle that, well. Leave." She glared at everyone, almost begging them to argue with her, to get in her face. She wanted an excuse to fight. "Maybe, just maybe, Pikestar was struggling with the fact one of his daughters went missing and one of his closest friends just died! Any of ya think of that one?"

She turned to her dad, a soft look on her maw. "I will say, though, water burials. Great idea, but not something we can truly partake in."