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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Ah, so Maplehaze was the kind to try moral superiority, was he? What moral superiority did he have over the rest of the clan, over Bumblestar, when it came to sheer, unadulterated negligence? Flintclaw rolled his eyes. What ground did that ex-warrior have to stand on? None. It would've been fitting if the ground in the clearing crumbled beneath his paws as he fled from camp and sucked him in. Flintclaw knew better than to believe the desperate whines of a traitor.

The other one... Fadingpaw. Flintclaw still felt like worm would've been better, but it would do. He would fade away from any clan memory in time, perhaps. The foolish apprentice sat there and cried for a moment longer, as Pineblossom's comment reached him, ear twitching in acknowledgement. Absolutely pathetic. He couldn't agree more. No sympathy could be held for such atrocities. The kind of atrocities that led to the death of his own father. He almost wondered what use medicine cats even were when they failed so many times just in his own lifetime. Wait until he finds out about Hollowpaw.

Flintclaw shuffled to the side to ensure he did not impede Bumblestar's path to rip a chunk of meat from the otters. He watched her disappear into the medicine cat den, head canted slightly. How long, he wondered, would it be until she would recover from such terrible care? She disappeared into the dark den and his eyes wandered away to follow the disgraced 'paw into the apprentice den. "Here's hoping Spiderthroat rips him apart when he fails a basic apprentice lesson." The dark tabby growled low to Pineblossom. Redemption was not something he saw as a real option. The fool had killed his leader. He had almost killed the rest of the patrol. A deputy should never have needed to step up to guide a group for healing anyone.

Before he had even finished that thought, a familiar, white pelt caught his eye. It was back! Pale eyes narrowed and fur bristled. He remembered seeing it before. He remembered Risingstorm's words. A hiss exited his throat painfully as fangs flashed. "Risingstorm, it's back!" He shouted for the head hornet. It had been moons, now, since he had spotted it that day at Willow's rise. He stood and stalked closer, the grinding sensation in his chest forcing him to move slowly as his tail lashed. He unsheathed his claws and glared at the... thing. Whatever it was. He still refused to acknowledge the idea of spirits wandering around.

@Spider - Risingstorm | @Mr_Possessive - Pineblossom | @kairosclerosis - Quasar