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Originally Posted by Roo_!

Sparrowfur -she/her -17 moons
Beefed Up 1 - NOT ACTIVE

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Sparrowfur felt her jaw go slack. On top of Shadowclan? Now Riverclan alongside them? They were still recovering from the flood! Her ears flicked back as she shut her mouth and looked over worriedly to Yarrowcrest.

"I..I will fight." she says, her voice wavering. "What else can I do?" it comes out sharper than intended.

She looks around quickly and sighs, clearly upset she lowers her voice and glares at the dirt in front of her.

"All my life, I had to be strong. I trained until I could hardly keep myself upright. What was all of it for, if not this? I just-" her voice breaks. She takes a moment to collect herself. "I don't like it any more than you do. But if we don't fight this, there's no guarantee that either of those clans will let us live in return. Morally? This is a terrible idea. And I really do hate to say it-" she hesitates "But it's the best one we have right now."

"No one listens to words, dear. We use claw and teeth and bloodshed. Its not right, I know, and its not fair, but its how we get listened to. I will fight for my clan, but I will be seething for every moment of it."

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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She was right.

She was right and he hated it. Hated every single word that came out of her mouth. It meant that everything he stood for was for nothing. He, too, trained for this. All his life this was what he has known. What he was raised to do. And now he was tripping at the finish line. War was here and he had been trained so rigorously for it and yet he was hesitating. Why couldn't he be like everyone else and enjoy it? Enjoy the thrill of battle and longing for a chance to protect the good name of Thunderclan. Even if he doesn't think it very good. His gaze settles on her for a while. A long span of silence settles as a pit in his stomach. Just looking at her he knew she hated it too.

But she was right.

Yarrowcrest looks off towards the moving group of warriors. His clan mates. His family. A frown paints itself onto his features as he follows the pelts of every each one. A march to their possible deaths. A march to the deaths of Riverclan cats. He understood the need for territory and resources. Every clan would need them come Leafbare. Was it worth it to steal it from a clan that was already suffering so much?

Sighing, he headbutts his mate with as much reassurance as he can manage. It isn't much but he feels as though it was time to forcefully tuck his thoughts and feelings away. If he shut them out then maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty for what he was about to do.

"I know. I know, I know..." What else was he to say? There was nothing more to say. Sparrowfur had said it all. For once he was at a loss. Stare blank and body visibly tired, as if he's truly given in, he presses his cheek to hers one last time before beginning to follow the others. "Let's get going, then. Please stay near."

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