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by dreams were crushed like a tallboy underneath the boots in the curb

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow

[ @FrostyGalaxy [larkstar] ]

“it’s definitely an issue if public approval,” rushwater agreed, nodding attentively when larkstar posed her concern. “if i can get a sizeable portion of the clan to support the idea of taking back from thunderclan, would you truly consider it? i need to know, as i’d rather not waste my time”

rushwater was an ambitious cat; not for rank, per se, but in ideals. he had big goals, and bigger plans.

“i think that it’d be great for morale, i truly do. with unrest towards your innocence and having- no hard feelings -such a young leader, we’re all on edge. thunderclan is out for our throats for the whole poison ordeal, and they’re weakened from all their warmongering and sickness. if theres a time to strike, now is it and i fear this is the greatest opportunity we’ll have in. . . seasons. we could exploit our advantage, cut the proveribal head off the snake.”

he paused, savoring his words like a particularly juicy piece of prey. “i understand that getting clan support might be a rather tricky task, but i am more than cut out for it. even more than that, windclan is out for thunderclan’s throat too and i think we might very well be able to convince them to give us reinforcment if we’re smart about it. i don’t want to rely on that idea, though, as our relationship with windclan has been quite. . . rocky. nor do i want to attack too soon. with what happened at the gathering- i’d like to wait a moon or so before fully deciding on anything. it would be wise, because if things go well for us and poorly for them, thunderclan might have even more to deal with.”

it was a mouthful, but the very idea made his pulse quicken. in a good way, so starkly different from anxiety or fear. he remained calm and poised, an expert at playing his cards in the game of life.

when you’re dealed a terrible hand, you have to make up for it somehow.

the scar on his muzzle made the faint smile lopsided and crooked. it made him look like trouble, and maybe he was underneath that responsible armour. unfortunatly, it wasn’t likely that anyone would ever really know. such was life, only more work and no play.

“i just don’t want to let such a good opportunity slip through our paws. nor do i want to send anyone blindly or unwillingly into battle. i think, given a moon or so, i can sway the public opinion a bit and brief you in greater detail about the general plan,”

rushwater’s head tilted slightly to the side, as if listening to his own thoughts attentively.

“it’s merely an option i couldn’t bare to let go unconsidered.”

plus, if they got the cove, he had half a mind to experiment with trying to block (or at least make it inconvinent to get through) thunderclan’s entrance and forever securing the miniature bay among riverclan’s grounds. it seemed like a difficult task, but nothing was truly impossible if one tries hard enough. maybe they could get some of the rocks to slide down the slope and narrow the entrance if not bar it entirely. or perhaps, just like building a den, weave a wall of sticks and wood at the very least it would make future takeback’s much harder. it was a mere idea he was entertaining; however, not enough to bring it up today.

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