[silver.]

eveningdance // he/him // 44 moons
purrks: -

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Backlash was to be anticipated. One didn't draw attention to themself and not escape without the angry eyes of the blind. Of those unaffected by the pain of loss. Mismatched gaze meets that of Lioncrest with a rage of his own, a low boil amongst his hues. These cats... Were they truly so foolish?

"I appreciate your concern. But if a leader cannot accept the criticism and wrath of her kin then she is hardly fit to be one at all. If to speak against her is to be punished or to be labeled an anarchist then this clan falls to a tyrant. I will deal with the 'loss of my ears' with my own claws and teeth."

At least Eveningdance was a feline that thought with his mind rather than his heart. The words that lacerate poor Mapleface's wails and demands, along with his own, would have any other cat swinging at the molly deciding to push forward and involve herself in a situation that didn't involve her. Last time he checked he was speaking to Bumblestar. Not Lioncrest, nor Violetfreckle. The leader could handle herself. If not then she truly wasn't meant for this. He turns an unimpressed gaze upon the younger cat as she moves away, words following her with a vicious cold.

"Mind your words. Remember where you sleep. Garner the anger of your fellow warriors and do not be surprised when we do not rush to your aid in your time of need. Mapleface is grieving her brother. That is who she is. If you know not the situation, either, I suggest you mind your manners and stay out of it."

This was the most he had spoken in some time. But enough was enough. As of late Thunderclan was tumbling recklessly down a bloody path. A path he didn't approve of. He would always be loyal, always defend his home and his people. But the death of two kits, as a tom who cared for his own so deeply, would not pass without his judgement and obvious discontent. And if there are cats that wish to try and force him to step down, so be it. But they would find themselves at the the sharp end of his paws. Attention returning to the leader standing high above them all, he offers a slow blink of his eyes, claw digging into the dirt.

"It is obvious you murdered Cracklekit, yes? Your pelt reeks of his blood." He mews, a challenge glinting in green and yellow visage. "You are a thoughtful leader. I understand there must be a reason for your actions. But blood only invites more blood. Anger only invites more anger. You act for us... You think for us... But you do not think of us. Is whatever idea of glory you idealize worth the pain of your clanmates? Surely there was a better course of action other than death."

lioncrest | @Jayvines // violetfreckle | @vex // bumblestar | @dino.