•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Master Scout
Why in the name of StarClan was everything happening
around her? All Violetfreckle wanted to do was watch from afar, but she dragged herself into things by doing what no one else had the brains to do and grabbing Redkit [ @
poppy. ] and taking her away from a body. Seemed simple enough. She listened as the poor kit lamented about things she didn't understand, and tried to think of comforting words to say.
But then everything blew up.
First, some tortoiseshell-pointed she-cat [ @
Rose ] came wailing in about Cracklekit (after sparing Violetfreckle and Redkit a glance). Her screaming voice pierced Violetfreckle's temples and made her headache sing and swell to new heights. She squeezed her eyes shut and flattened her ears, trying in vain to block out the cries of the cat. It, of course, didn't work, and Violetfreckle was left feeling more angry than when she started. But she still had a trembling kit to worry about, so she couldn't explode. Instead, she gently nosed Redkit in an attempt to get her to her paws. If that didn't work, she'd simply scoop the kit up again after saying
"Come on, let's go to your mother." This was a family matter, and she didn't want to spit fire in front of an innocent kit.
After (hopefully) either getting the kit moving or moving her herself, Violetfreckle ended up by the tortoiseshell -- who she now recognized as Mapleface -- and an older cat who she thought was Evening...something [ @
silverwynds ]. She gently but urgently tried to usher Redkit to either one of the pair, then flattened her ears and curled her lip as she got in Mapleface's... well, face. She spoke softly yet harshly, trying not to yell.
"Who the hell are you to make assumptions when you just got here? How do you know the whole Clan 'sat back while two kits died'?" She repeated the words, spitting them like they were venom.
"Maybe if you shut your mouth and stopped howling like a rabid fox, you'd learn what happened!"
With that, she whirled around to confront Eveningwhatever.
"And you. You do realize that no one cares about what you think is bloodshed, right? Do you seriously think that Bumblestar would kill a cat for no good reason? Use your brain, if you even have one Starsdamnit!" She hissed, hearing her voice raise as she defended Bumblestar.
"The both of you need to pull your stupid heads out of your stupid asses, shut up, and maybe think for just 3 seconds instead of charging in like a wild badger and hissing traitorous insults to our leader! You have more important things, like getting Redkit into the nursery and taking care of her!" Self-control was slipping. She needed to end there. Violetfreckle gave the duo one last snarl, gave Redkit one last look of sympathy and apology, and went back to her spot, her head ringing. Some other cat approached, and Violetfreckle relearned Eveningdance's name, committing it to memory. Unfortunately, she was a feline who held a grudge.
She settled in, hoping this idiocy was done and over with. A sudden voice startled her, and Violetfreckle whirled around, teeth bared in a snarl before realizing that it was one of the apprentices from earlier [ @
Shadowed Flower ]. Upon hearing the words "I'm sorry", she dropped her angry snarl and flattened her ears, feeling a pinprick of guilt. She looked to the other apprentice as well [ @
Demini ] and opened her mouth to explain that she didn't care what they were talking about, but was interrupted by another howling cat.
Violetfreckle let out a low growl, her tail sweeping from side to side. She didn't give a flying rat's tail about ghosts, she just wanted everyone to
stop yelling in her Starsdamned ears. She turned to face the cat, aptly named Ghostwhisperer [ @
vampire ] (she did remember that one -- it was an odd name, it stuck out). She was just about out of patience, and the only thing that had really happened was Bumblestar calling the stupid meeting. NOTHING ELSE. This was ridiculous. Then some other cat came in telling the two apprentices to go to their den. Violetfreckle really tried to take a deep, calming breath. But that didn't work, so she did what she knew how to: yell.
"YOU," she hissed, looking at the cat that wasn't Ghostwhisperer.
"Who are YOU to demand that these cats can't attend a meeting? I don't wanna hear 'BuT gHoStWhIsPeReR sAiD' -- YOU have no authority. Go ahead, grab a Hornet, waste their time. I'm suuuure they would LOVE that. And YOU," she spat, facing Ghostwhisperer.
"If anyone's being disrespectful here, it's you howling about ghosts! If you can't handle this meeting, get out of here! to the warrior's den, to the territory, I don't care! But you clearly don't belong here right now!"
She didn't sign up for any of this. Her head pounded. Violetfreckle just wanted a nap right now.
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