Hawkcatcher
As soon as the warrior heard Bumblestar's call, she figured something about Riverclan would be mentioned. She had been in the warrior's den, having decided to try and get enough sleep to be prepared for what might come the following days, but this was happening already? Well then.
As the leader began to speak, mentioning the raiding, killing, and torture, Hawkcatcher's usually stone-like mask broke and her expression twisted into one of disgust. She still recalled the poisoning and relentless slaughter, even if it had begun... years ago, and many here were too young to remember it. A few scars on her ears still reminded her of the battles, but so did the images of bleeding bodies and mangled limbs that the wars had left in their wake. She was not pretending Thunderclan had done never done anything to provoke Riverclan or never had any part to play in the bloodshed, but it was certainly not poisoning or kidnapping to the extent that they had done. Or torture, for that mater. She would be happy to teach them a lesson about that.