"Too peace!" Windchaser repeated. Indeed, things got a little rough and Windchaser still didnt trust Sunclan, Primal Instinct, and now Nightclan, it had been good recently. Her kits were thriving, she wasnt constantly worried Foxbane would take them from her, and she has had time to relax.

"Too peace!" Buttercuppaw piped up beside her mother, looking very similar to her.

Windchaser bristled as Bloodyrondo entered the camp. Immediately, she made her way to Glowstar, standing protectively beside her. There was no way Glowstar was doing this alone. Even if she possibly annoyed Glowstar with her overprotective nature, Windchaser didn't much care. Her duty as an Immortal Council member was to protect Glowstar and Dayclan even at the cost of her life. A real mother would be more worried about how she would be leaving her kits but not this hot-headed feline. She loved her kits, yes, but she also had responsibilities to Dayclan. Her kits would survive without her. They were smart, clever, and strong.

"No one cares about you. Get lost." A lazy voice drawled across to meet Bloodyrondo's ears. In contrast to him, it seemed to carry and undercurrent of sweeping darkness, and the shadows seemed just a shade deeper, more tangible in the moment. The essence of death clung the scarred frame of Wanderingwight, otherwise known as Senescence to the cats of the League. Even lying down, head resting on russet paws, she was a massive cat, tall, with lacy lines written across her fur like void cracks that shone to something distinctly demonic. The way she looked at him, with mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violet, seemed just a touch too sharp, especially as her head lifted a fraction and an eerie copper red filtered over her gaze for a long moment before flashing away as it if it never had been.

No matter if he knew her or not, he would notice her presence, that much was certain. She seemed to repel light in all sorts, and though no shadows whispered past her paws, the very ground she laid on seemed tainted with decay.

Divinekit cocked her head and wrapped her tail around her white paws. She didn't respond to her sister and simply watched with curiosity, although the fur at the nape of her neck was raising ever so slightly.
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"So, your way. I assumed as much. What kind of leader doesn't recognize a threat when he walks right into camp and declares himself as such?" Bloodyrondo had a cocksure grin on his face now. He was still nervous - who wouldn't be - but Glowstar's reaction reminded him of just how badly DayClan needed saved. She could not recognize danger if it looked her in the face, huh? Well, perhaps he aught to show her just how menacing the power of a God can be. He of course had not been present during Bluejay and Pandora's takeover, nor had he been in the Clans during the Apocalypse, so he had little to compare to, didn't really know what many of the cats before him had seen. He recognized that was a set-back, which he decided meant he needed to be extra flashy to leave any impression. Luckily, he had access to the combined abilities of the Goddesses. Hopefully that meant he could do more than they could.

He padded past Glowstar, shooting a glare at Windchaser as he crossed by, as if daring her to try something as he put his back to the two she-cats. The crimson tom then made his way toward the wisteria throne. He heard the growl of Wanderingwight to his side and turned to shoot her a glare, but his breath caught in his throat for just a second. Something was not right with this she-cat. With Bloodyrondo's supernaturally heightened senses, the world was renewed to him. It was as if new colors had been added to the rainbow. Because of this, her dark presence was nearly stifling and had a visible effect on the cat behind the glamour that he was not prepared for. A hint of fear registered on his face before he corrected it, then he dismissively scoffed, "No one cares about me? Watch me change that."

It hadn't been that long since he had found comfort behind these waves of purple blooms. Yes, this wisteria tree was the very heart of camp, a statement of power and authority that he had only ever seen vacant. 

"The Sun God can create and he can destroy. Through his influence I will demonstrate what that judgement looks like."

Bloodyrondo touched his muzzle against one of the blossoms and, for a moment, nothing happened besides a bright pink spark. The spark smoldered against the branch then, in a flash, brilliant magenta flames erupted, climbing from limb to limb, fully engulfing the entire tree in seconds. Those who had spent any sort of time in WinterClan would describe the colors as alpenglow and these flames were actually just as cold. They did not spread past the wisteria throne nor did they smell like they were burning. It was just flames, for the time being, and Bloodyrondo sincerely hoped that he would not have to take it further than this. He was not so sure if he could keep up so many illusions at once; he'd never tried something of this scale in front of so many eyes. But DayClan didn't, couldn't, know that. If they wanted to feel the heat, eat the smoke, well, he would let them. But not yet.

He turned his back to the fire with a smug expression, his fur now illuminated in beautiful purple-and-pink hues. The cat in front of the flames looked like an entire sunset, fiery tendrils wrapping around him like a cloud, the sparks wreathed within his fur spitting out a beautiful song of impending destruction. Bloodyrondo was like, super handsome in this moment. The most handsome. Talk about a heartthrob. If your character flaw was that you always fell for a pretty face, well, welcome to the Sun God's way of things.

Windchaser watched Bloodyrondo pass, returning the same glare he gave her. When he lit up the throne, every hair on the ginger warrior's body bristled in fury. Her gaze blazed in a fit of green fire rage while her claws flexed and ripped at the ground beneath them. Her anger only intensified when Glowstar allowed him to stay. For the first time in her life, she cast a glare to Glowstar that would kill. "You have an entire clan! An entire army of fierce warriors and skilled assassins that could run him out but you surrender to him?" A look of disbelief and disgust for the leader's dicision replaced the glare. Windchaser had always stood by Glowstar and her decisions despite whether or not she agreed with them. However, this time was different. Glowstar was refusing to even put up a fight. She just handed over the throne just like that. "Are you saying that if I decided to take the throne by force, you wouldn't stop me?" As she waited for a response from her leader, she caught Fuzzyheart's eye. For a moment, they shared the same thought. Could they really disobey Glowstar and take on this beast by themselves? And if they began to fight, would the rest of Dayclan join in?

Mysterypaw looked at Windchaser with a newfound respect in the apprentices eyes. "Indeed, she should bring it out more often."

Rubyflame's eyes were narrowed. "We've given the Sun God more than enough consideration, this is getting ridiculous." She meowed simply, "I agree with you Glowstar that he is ultimately a lot of talk and all, but I think Windchaser is right that at some point we have to say enough is enough. Besides, since when has the Sun God needed an acolyte to speak for him, if anything I wonder if he truly has the backing of the Sun God, taking his show away from him like this." The Immortal Council Member noted eyes narrowing as she looked at Bloodyrondo.

Illuminatedpath frowned, his tail shifting out to gently nudge his and Windchaser's kits closer to him, trying to be subtle about it as he watched this all go down.

A rock flew through the air and ricocheted hard from right between Bloodyrondo's eyes. "Could you please just shut up. Do we really gotta tell you to get lost again? I thought we made that pretty clear." This was a new voice, but one familiar to Windchaser. After all, Fia tended to be one of the first cats to act, especially violently. She was Wanderingwight's adopted daughter, but something in her presence was quite similar in a way that ran in blood, not simply in the bonds formed from youth. "So, we're not going to be taken over? Yeah right. I've seen SunClan. And Littlestar is nice enough, but I think I'll pass. Now, stop deafening us with your stupid rhetoric and get lost." The Immortal Council member hefted another stone and chucked it, this one once again headed for his face.

Wanderingwight, naturally, hadn't missed the fear, but she didn't need to move as she watched Fia stand up to a god in a heartbeat, looking none too impressed with this egotistical wannabe. It was funny, really, watching this whole thing, and she didn't particularly feel the need to interfere at this moment, though her half blind gaze did seem a touch more attentive behind the glaze of disinterest she wore on a normal day.

"OW." Bloodyrondo cursed, lifting up his paw to feel his wound. A knot was already forming and his paw was damp with blood. He glamoured away the wound as soon as he identified it which, to the onlooker, appeared to be instant regeneration, although that headache wasn't going anywhere. He searched the crowd for the source of the stone just in time for Fia to level her second attack. His fur raised, he called out at her with a deafening yowl, "STOP IT." 

And, just like that, Fia's vision turned darker than black. Blinded. Her second throw still hit home, though, and she would have totally been able to hear Bloodyrondo groan as he was bonked once again between the eyes.