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crowwhisker
a lithe, smokey tom with glaring, pale-blue eyes
fourteen moons | post: 6

the young warrior watched, with eyes wide open, as the medicine cat--former medicine cat--was stripped of their rank. wolfhawk, now wolfpaw, newly-made apprentice of the deputy. hollowpaw, though keeping their name, was not completely free of punishment. the looming threat of exile was enough for even crowwhiskers hairs to stand on end. he saw, behind the deputy and the failures of the clan, flintclaw, a warrior who had given his aid to fight off the otters, and who had yet to be repaid for his service. there were many others, the boy knew, who had given their lives for the fight. the weight of the situation sat heavily upon crowwhiskers shoulders--who would be healing the cats of thunderclan now? hollowpaw, in his lonesome?

wolfpaw admitted, now, to wanting to step down, and crowwhisker yowled! why keep such a thing to oneself? the health of the clan depended on the medicine cat's with to heal! and, even after the death that had befallen those that had given their all to protect their clanmates, wolfpaw had the nerve to cry! his understanding grew, then, of the rage that flintclaw must have felt. "he does not deserve the ground he stands upon," came the toms voice. "he does not deserve this clan--this clearing!" for the anger that powered his words coursed through his veins and down to the earth below him.

"how dare he?" came a final choke of words. crowwhiskers pale gaze was a glare, staring a white-hot hole into the former medicine cat.