| Silverlark |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive
The young warrior's gaze rested upon the Shadowledge when movement caught his attention. A tail, invitingly wanting to be
pounced. Pupils dilating as Silverlark's whiskers twitched every so slightly, he bit back the urge to nom on the tail, knowing there was a time and place for that... and now would not be it. Instead, the muscular tom focused on identifying the owner of said tail, face breaking out into an open faced grin at the sight of Sir Bits. Gratefully, it seemed the enforcer was doing well after the battle - as he would be, Sir Bits was an awesome fighter, heh heh - and silently, the gray furred feline shuffled closer to his friend's mentor, hoping to not attract too much attention to himself. Opening his mouth to greet the older tom, he was interrupted by Dawnstar herself as she shot down Shadefrost's idea, for reasons he had already guessed well enough himself.
It was terrible. It really was. Having to leave Lynxpaw to his own devices for now. But it wasn't like Dawnstar was wrong. In attempting to save a life that was may or may not already be gone, they might be dooming warriors, sending them to an early death due to a decision taken on impulse. Whether they liked it or not, this was not a situation to feel... It was a moment to
think.
Obviously, not everyone saw it that way. No sooner had the leader stopped talking, a cat began questioning her, asking if they were just going to leave him be. Was this cat's head full of moss? Had they not heard Dawnstar? They weren't leaving Lynxpaw, but they had to think before they acted. Silverlark scowled, wondering what this molly was thinking - if she was thinking at all - as the colossal tabby called forth a kit. Oh! It seemed there were going to be new apprentices made! Victory!
Until there weren't... And his name alongside Darkydark's and his former mentor's fell from the leader's maw. In an instant the tom's muscles tensed, ready for action as he shot an apologetic look in Hawkbite's direction - he hadn't even said hi to the enforcer, rude much... he would ask the tom if he wanted to have a play spar or go for a hunt later to make up for it, heh heh - before standing and stalking his way close to the dark tabby's side, his face mostly void of emotion as the bigger tom spoke. He held no real enmity towards these cats. Especially the apprentices. But orders were orders, and he had nothing more to add to what Darky had already said. They could do this the easy way or the hard way, and for the sake of the younger ones, he really hoped it wouldn't come to a fight. It was already a mercy to let them go - much more than cats like those ThunderClanners would offer - but it was up to them to take the opportunity to turn tail and run.
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Levi99
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DdeonghwaLover [Nightstalker - Pepperleaf - Fernpaw - Nightpaw]
| I understand you said you weren't taking this as canon, but until this is resolved, my character will act according to the events in roleplay. |