| Dapplebreeze |
68 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive
Her attention welcomed - or as welcomed as Batglare ever made it - Dapplebreeze felt herself relax as she felt the brush of his own tail, an agreeable motion as far as she was concerned. Normally it was the maternal molly who found herself fussing over others, her affection almost always more physical than verbal despite how she considered herself a social butterfly. Perhaps it had been her time as a queen, moments spent grooming, nuzzling, and pampering her little ones. Maybe it was the genuineness behind actions that could be lost in words that she so craved. Being told you were welcomed, wanted around was all well and good... but a small act that was done almost thoughtlessly always did cement it so much more. She knew her grandson took after her in his preference for how he demonstrated his endearments as well... although perhaps in his case there was more shyness behind his choices than with her.
Regardless of what it was, she cared little about it now. She merely enjoyed the company in the moment. Enough loss in life, enough moons gone by were more cats had come and gone than she felt she should have glimpsed in the seasons she'd had walking these moors had given her a deeper appreciation of the present. Especially when it came from a feline so normally misunderstood as callous and uncaring by the... shyer or perhaps more self centered within the clan. Content as she was, she noticed Twilightstar had chosen to open the meeting with wondrous news. More kits to become apprentices for the clan. And in what she hoped were peaceful moons. No better time to concentrate efforts in preparing for battle, especially with these younger paws. Anyone who believed RiverClan would return a better clan was sorely mistaken in her eyes. The fish eaters had proven their worth far too many times to believe this time would be any different.
It seemed as well that despite the good news of new apprentices, there was much to be said to sour the celebratory mood of the occasion. Three of the clan. Dead. In what should have been a one sided, easily won conquest. Dapplebreeze could feel her ears burn, and her demure smile slowly turned to a grimace. She had stayed behind for what she assumed was the right reasons. The medicine cat herself was not going along... and something about that had simply not sat well with her. Not to mention the fact that someone had to make sure her pregnant daughter did not make the mistake of tossing herself into battle. Silverpelt knew she was stubborn enough for that.
And yet now it would seem the fury would have done better work had she accompanied her clan. Taken vengeance for the wrongs that had been so callously done to them over the moons. What had happened?! How had so many stayed behind? She hadn't seen guards loitering about the camp. Cats concerned that the others might not make it home. No. They had simply... not cared? No. Not her clan. WindClan was better than that, surely? And yet judging from the leader's words, she wouldn't be surprised if the lilac's mind was teetering in the precipice that inevitably led to the same conclusion.
These news alone had been quite disastrous to the former queen, azure hues narrowing dangerously as she felt both the shame of having stayed behind - had she not mistakenly remained in camp, could she have saved her clanmates - as well as the ire of how horrendously her clan had reacted to this battle. To this victory that had been served to them as fresh kill for a nursing queen. But even then... that was not enough. No. There was a traitor in their midst as well, and Dapplebreeze could feel her shoulders tense as Twilightstar let them know that Silverfur had
dared to lay a claw on a clanmate. She had never spoken to the molly personally, but she knew her, of course. The spotted she-cat knew every clanmate. And she knew this particular one was a troublemaker.
Even with this knowledge, however, she would have never guessed the silver warrior would go from pedantic, kit like tantrums, rude and deplorable but generally harmless behavior to soiling her claws with the blood of her own clan. How was she still a part of the clan? Why had the leader brought her back to them? Surely there could be no excuse to attack a clanmate, no matter what the situation? Well... perhaps in self defense, but it was clear that was not the case here. An opinion that the massive tom besides her seemed to share with her.
It was unlike Dapplebreeze to go against the leader's orders or choices verbally, not unless she was speaking in private or there was a forum to vocalize one's opinions on certain matters. Things that affected the clan as a whole. This was easily discarded as she found the warrior of the hour, laying down without a care in the world among the rest. Gorging herself on fish like a common RiverClanner, reaping the rewards as if she had not attacked a clanmate earlier that day. The lack of guilt clear in her expression - if anything, the lieutenant could swear the traitor looked annoyed at having been called out, a
hiss the only response she mustered at the leader's words - left little to be desired, however, and the patched she-cat harrumphed judgmentally, an ear twitching as she calmed the part of her that wanted nothing more than to shred this vermin's ears for daring to be so arrogant even in the face of their leader's benevolent, far too merciful choice to even keep her among their ranks.
"Agreed," she responded in a frosted voice as she removed her gaze from the warrior, opting to instead look forward to the precious kits being apprentice instead... for now.
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Moonraven [Batglare]
Re: WindClan Galewood
