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Beanstar
RiverClan Leader

Beefed Up [Tier 3] / Mind Reader -- Always Active
Shadow Fiend -- Inactive

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It seemed Beanstar was too late to stop the fighting between his warriors and those of WindClan, but he arrived at Sedgewater Valley quickly enough to see the damage it had caused. The damage WindClan had caused. Recent events had severely shortened the stocky cat's temper, and he could feel his rage threatening to boil over. Red stained the corners of his vision and threatened to take over, especially when he saw how beat-up his poor Clanmates were. With a few hearty deep breaths, Beanstar addressed his cats.

"Get to camp, please. Go see Stonepaw as soon as you can. If he's not available, seek out some other cat with herbal knowledge. But go, get out of here." There was a touch of desperation in the cat's voice; if things went south, he didn't want his cats to be here to experience it. They were already battered and bruised enough.

// @Sakura. @RandomAckermann @WhiteDawn @sol. @tulin @jupiter \\

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Once both the WindClan and RiverClan warriors were gone, it was just Beanstar and Twilightstar. Leader to leader, face-to-face. Just seeing the other cat's face made him seethe with anger; Twilightstar dared call herself a peaceful leader when she couldn't even keep her own warriors under control? The events of the past few days wore on his shoulders -- abandoned kits finding shelter in his Clan, the wave of backlash he continued to receive after ascending to the helm of the Clan, cats going missing left and right. It seemed like nothing could go right for Beanstar or RiverClan as of late, and this was just one more Starsdamned awful thing to add to the pile of things he had to carry. It felt like his back was about to break.

"Explain to me, Twilightstar," He spoke in a low tone, eye narrowed. "Why your cats, from what I heard, attacked mine for no good reason? Can't you control your Clan?" Any other time, he may have awaited an answer, his tail flicking side-to-side in an agitated motion. But Beanstar couldn't control the rage and anger and protectiveness that washed over him like a strong wave, threatening to sweep him off his paws and take control. The worst part was, Beanstar wanted to let it take control.

And so, he did.

He let his emotions blind him, vision tainted fully with red now. He was after blood, the blood that his Clanmates lost needlessly to WindClan's arrogant warriors. Without hesitation, as if some other cat were in his body controlling him, Beanstar flung himself at the other leader, fangs bared. The siamese felt as if he had the power of all his Clan behind him, lusting for blood and sweet revenge. The rational part of his brain was off; his actions were only fueled by hatred and spite and all of the crappy things that had befallen him and his Clan as of late.

 

Beanstar used his smaller size to his advantage, jumping and dodging around to nip at Twilightsra's limbs, tail, and even ears until she was bleeding. But the growling voice inside that craved revenge decided that wasn't enough. Twilightstar needed to suffer more than just a few nips; she needed an injury that would take time and effort to recover from, like his Clanmates. With a swift move, Beanstar rolled over and kicked upwards toward Twilightstar's belly, knocking the cat over. He couldn't tell if she was fighting back or not; either way, he didn't care.

Once on the ground, the tom relentlessly tore into the WindClanner's soft belly flesh, aiming to damage as much as possible. Blood stained his fur, and he wasn;t sure anymore how much of it was his own. Beanstar didn't care. Or rather, the monster he had awakened inside him didn't care. It cared about nothing but blood. But even it wasn't tireless, and the fury inside the feline died down. But not before causing considerable damage.

The rational part of his brain was back, and recoiling in horror at the scene that lay in front of him. Twilightstar: cold and lifeless, her stomach bloodied and torn apart by his own fangs. He... couldn't believe he was capable of that. Beanstar couldn't process everything that just happened; all he knew was he needed to get cleaned up, and fast. Thankfully, no one else was around to witness... whatever that was. No, no, he knew what it was.

It was a declaration of war.

With that, Beanstar slunk toward the shadows as quickly as he could, almost feeling them wrap around him like his own pelt. It was time to go. [Shadow Fiend ACTIVE]

// @Moonraven \\

[ please note that this section takes place after both patrols have left; no cat should be present. ]

[ powerplay was done with approval by the staff team and moonraven. ]