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Ghostcrown had been minding his own business. His kits, nearly apprentices, surrounded him in his den, although some were beginning to rise with the sun. Morning prayers were to start in the next few minutes and the Clan had a routine. What started as a typical morning, however, soured in seconds as Warriors surrounded the black-and-white tom with unsheathed claws.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Discordantmelody said in that sing-song voice of hers, although she didn't give Ghostcrown any time to respond before she slapped the defenseless tom hard on the top of his head, pinning his head to the ground and digging her claws into the delicate flesh just behind his left ear, "Hard way it is."
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The majority of SunClan had gathered for Daily Prayers at this point, although many of them had heard the scuffle and hovered outside of the den, curious as to what was happening in there. Before long Ghostcrown was forcefully shoved out by one Warrior and another drug him to the base of the High Priest's ledge and pinned him there.* He'd been roughed up some and looked a little worse for wear, but was otherwise in one piece.
"SunClan, before you is a traitor," Bloodystar was at his post and sitting next to him was a very sick looking Jetfire. She wasn't recovered enough to do much more than sit and listen, but the High Priest had insisted her presence, "Ghostcrown has committed a grievous crime. He successfully poisoned a pregnant queen and very nearly stole five precious lives from us. What do you have to say for yourself?"
*the first two loyalist characters to reply can be the ones throwing Ghostcrown around
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 26, 2020 14:25:54 GMT -5
Jetfire had to be helped out of the High Priest's den, a warrior on both side to help support her weight so that the stiches holding her belly together didn't break open. Just the short trek from the den that she shared with Bloodystar to the cliff edge(not more than a few foxlengths) has taken most of her strength. Her limbs were shaking with exhaustion, some blood already starting to seep through her tight cobwebs bindings around her belly from the walked. Her head was spinning, on the edge of passing out from the pain and effort. Bloodystar had been weaning her off of the pain killers so that she could begin nursing her kits soon, but it meant that she was in constant agony.
She had thought this was just a ploy to show the clan that she was still alive, but the moment Ghostcrown was dragged out in front of the crowd and denounced as a traitor, she leapt to her paws "NNOOO!" she protested, the stitches that had been holding her together popped apart at he sudden movement, making her double over screeching in pain, blooding dripping from underneath the thick cobwebs onto the stone below
"What do you think? I used to love lemmings when I was younger," Ghostcrown told his kittens. He laid beside them in the nursery, watching with eager eyes as he presented his four kits with the prized catch. After a few early mornings in a row looking for one to bring home, he was pleased to finally let the little ones have a taste of the small rodent. "My mother would take me out looking for them, they used to grow near the old bridge, and-"
He looked up sharply as warriors poured into the den, growly lowly as Discordantmelody forced him down. "Stay here and finish your food," Ghostcrown ordered his kits as he was escorted from the den and taken outside. He didn't resist, despite how rough they were handling him, and craned his neck to stare up at the High Priest.
His tail-tip twitched restlessly. They were charging him with attempted murder? If the situation wasn't so tense, he might have laughed, but his throat was too tight and he could scarcely breathe from beneath the loyalists holding him. The dark-furred warrior looked at Jetfire, trouble clouding his gaze. He needed to be careful with what he said in his defense. As much as he wanted to leap up there and comfort her, he instead dragged his gaze away. He couldn't help her now; he might not be able to help himself.
"Any cat that tries to poison another should be punished," Ghostcrown agreed eventually, pushing himself upright as best he could, "but you'll find I have committed no crimes today. I'm confused, truly; Jetfire is my friend. Why would you ever think that I would poison her?"
Bloodystar tsked. It seemed his wife was not ready for a public appearance. Of course, he had expected a reaction, but not one so visceral or bloody, what a drama queen. At any rate he couldn't have her there bleeding out and screaming in agony. He turned his attention to the cats who were supporting her and spoke loud enough for the Clan to hear, "Take her back to Mountainsound. Seeing the cat who tried to murder her seems to be is too much for her right now."
"I'll help!" Soaringkit squeaked from behind him. A feisty little one, he would have never guessed she was Unseenlights and Duskslayer's daughter. He wanted to get on with this trial so he yielded without much thought, "Uh, sure, come get me if things look bad..." Honeystorm
"Anyway..."
"As you can see by her reaction, Jetfire has identified Ghostcrown as the cat who fed her the poisoned prey. He spends more time with her than any cat other than myself and has had plenty of opportunities to do this. In fact, not even a moon ago I stumbled upon the two of them on a patrol. Ghostcrown had made a death berry poultice but I caught them before he fed it to her. When I asked him about it, he said the herbs were meant for me and that he had no idea they were death berries! Every cat in all of the forests should know what a death berry is! And I was stupid enough to give him the benefit of the doubt. It almost cost me my family."
His celadon eyes blazing, he gave Ghostcrown a look of pure hatred and responded to him directly as if he were the only cat there.
"Ghostcrown, you claim that you are confused and that you are her friend, but your prior actions suggest otherwise. Stop denying the truth and at least then I can promise you a painless death. Or would you like to go out the same way you tried to take Jetfire from me?"
Tenebrouspaw sat off to the side watching this go down with narrowed eyes, trying to hide how his lips curved up in amusement.
This whole thing was a glorious farce. He didn't know if it was true or not, but really all Bloodystar needed to do these days was just declare a cat he wanted gone treasonous and he'd win. After all he'd already tossed out SunClan's leader and supplanted himself.
But he turned his focus to Ghostcrown keen to see what the tom would try to say in his defense.
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 26, 2020 16:46:37 GMT -5
"Bloodyrondo, wait." Mountainsound had stepped out of the den with Jetfire, not exactly pleased for the fact of her being out here in the first place, an idea confirmed by the fact that blood that reached her nose. She immediately retreated to the den for a moment, grabbing herbs to treat Jetfire as she began to speak again.
"The fact that she was poisoned is not nearly enough proof to convict Ghostcrown of a crime, and you know it. You're reaching for a confession that likely doesn't exist." She chided. The she-cat was given more freedoms with helping Jetfire, but the healer still wasn't the sort to back down. "She was poisoned. That says nothing. She was poisoned with two things, a common poison anyone could have gotten and slipped her, and a very specific one from twolegplace. You'd have a better chance in Ryn or one of his own betraying you to give her the poison as he has the most direct connection and knowledge of twolegplace, or one of the initiates, than Ghostcrown. It makes no sense for him to poison his proclaimed friend, a queen, when he has his own kits to care for. No sensible cat would poison Jetfire and not escape with their family. Not to mention, it would be extraordinarily hard to hide the twoleg poison. Bar Jetfire having on her person, it would be near impossible for any cat to hide without getting caught beforehand." She spoke above Jetfire's screams, though she didn't turn back to Bloodystar as she administered herbs for pain relief and calm, and start to treat the injury itself once more.
"Prisoners' opinions matter little to the Sun God's chosen. Every vile word that leaves your mouth is certainly influenced by the cursed Moon Goddess: The only reason I trust you to look after Jetfire is because you are being closely monitored the entire time. But sure, I will humor you," Bloodystar replied, glaring daggers at Mountainsound before realizing she couldn't see it. He turned to face the ground instead, "The Silhouette gang been a powerful ally to SunClan for generations. They also have nothing to gain by poisoning Jetfire. On the other paw, and I repeat, I have seen Ghostcrown collecting and poisons with Jetfire. Me. Personally. He is close to Jetfire and spends as much time with her as his own kits. There were no signs of a struggle in the den, she trusted whoever poisoned her. And you don't think that he has access to the twoleg poison? What about the mother of his kits, the murderous Huntress, who killed one of our own and very nearly took Azura's life before she deserted SunClan altogether? She is a rogue now, likely killing more cats as we speak. I'd be shocked if she didn't have a paw in this. No, all evidence points to Ghostcrown, and if you'd shut up long enough to let him speak, I am sure he will admit it..."
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 26, 2020 17:48:01 GMT -5
"I have been in this clan longer than you have been alive, and I have never done a single thing but what I believe is best for this clan. And you are making every assumption possible. If he chooses to admit to something it is incredibly unlikely he did, then that is his business, but if you choose to be in denial to anything that does not suit your own point, rather than seek truth, you are going to fall face first into strife and get yourself killed." Mountainsound stated simply. "If you truly believe every word or action against you is influenced by the Moon Goddess, for that matter, you have no control over SunClan in the first place, as this place is under her power, and no longer protected by the Sun God as you claim. So pick your words carefully. Either the Sun God protects this space, or the Moon Goddess owns it, you can't have it both ways." She never turned from Jetfire as she worked to get her into a place they could move her safely into the den once more.
"The Sun God's light still shines in the hearts of his chosen, but you are no longer among that number. Littlecrow welcomed the Moon Goddess into her heart and from there it spread like a poison through each and every one of the cats that have since been imprisoned. So, no, I do not believe that every action against me is influenced by the Moon Goddess, but I believe that yours are." Bloodystar said curtly. He kept trying to look back at her but like, she was blind, there was no point. He faced the crowd once more, "All you are trying to do is distract from the task at hand. Focus on healing Jetfire and hold your tongue."
Weighing his options carefully, the tom was all too aware that he wouldn't have any support on his side. He no longer associated with the Huntress, she hadn't come back to visit him since delivering their kittens, but he couldn't prove they no longer spoke. Just as he couldn't prove that he didn't have other ways to access those poisons, or that he didn't have any motivation to kill Jetfire; there was no evidence he could use to show he didn't do what he was accused of, nothing to convince his clan to believe him. Mountainsound was arguing against Bloodystar for the sake of arguing, and he didn't put any faith in her aid. She would continue to yell at him as she always had, but it would change nothing, and the sooner the High Priest learned to ignore her the better for him.
"Unless the Sun or the Moon is going to intervene here, I don't see a reason to argue over it right now," Ghostcrown sighed, casting a tired glance at the medicine cat. "Bloodystar, I understand why you believe this was me, and I respect you for doing your best to protect Jetfire. If you would allow me a few more days as a warrior to search for evidence, perhaps we can work together to find the true culprit and clear my name." It may be a futile effort but he had to buy some time, whether it was days to prepare or just a few more minutes now to come up with something else to say in his defense.
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 26, 2020 18:17:52 GMT -5
"No." Mountainsound stated simply. "If you wish for my skills, you get my words as well. I am not your toy, Bloodyrondo, and I never will be. You can either accept that, or doom your clan when your skills fail. You forget that without the Sun God saving me, you would not have the skills you do, nor would your mate be alive. I have served SunClan faithfully for generations, long before you were ever alive. And I've lived far too long in service to this clan to silence myself purely because you are uncomfortable with a conflicting view."
Edited Sept 26, 2020 18:18:15 GMT -5 By Honeystorm
This was getting good Tenebrouspaw's ears pricked forward as he settled in to watch the show. Head turning to look at the speaker before flipping back to the other. Like he was following a moss ball being tossed back in forth between a pair of kits.
This day felt normal- he was bigger now, as each day saw his form broaden, but he still rose with the sun. His nose had pressed into the warm fur of Raykit and his paws had kneaded in comfort (perhaps one of the few times he felt comfort, being nestled in between his siblings), and Ghostcrown had dipped into the den per his pre-patrol routine, a look of pride as he brought the promised lemming with him. They ate, and they laughed, and it all felt normal.
Crowkit felt like life was worth living. That he had a place, that for a moment he was just a boy, a boy without a curse lain upon his shoulders.
But this day was not normal.
Shadows fractured the sun, which had streamed into the den, and in marched gold-framed soldiers. They were his clanmates, he knew by their grave faces (the same ones that turned their grave faces away from him), but they weren't his clanmates at the same time. They were sun-shadowed. They were what he hated about the sun, about its god, and about SunClan. They stole his father and, despite Ghostcrown's warning, Crowkit followed like a dog being pulled by an invisible leash. It closed around his throat and made it hard to breath, hard to move.
Murder. Poison, murder, and then I can promise you a painless death.
The skin beneath his midnight fur was blanched a cold, colorless white. They were trying to take- to kill- his father! "No!" Crowkit's voice did not resonate, normally. It did not lend the intonation of his fears, or his despair, or the heat that came with hate. But today was not normal- and today the intonation of righteous wrath spat flame into his screech and lent fury to the bare white of his unsheathed claws. He had lost his mother by her own omission. He had lost his freedom by no choice of his own. He would not lose his father.
"No. I will not allow you time to harm others and escape," Bloodystar answered Ghostcrown with a growl, he knew full well that any evidence the tom would find would be fabricated and that was something he could prove. Ghostcrown was just delaying the inevitable, "But I'm not without mercy. I will allow you to spend your last night in prison so you can make your peace with the Sun God. Tomorrow morning, however, will be your last, unless you admit to your crimes and motivations..." Cleaver
He directed his next statement to Mountainsound who still wouldn't shut up. He had half a mind to mute her as he had Funkson at his wedding, but in this case all the old healer was doing more harm to her own credibility than if she had remained silent, "Littlecrow also served SunClan for many, many moons. Her dedication didn't save her from her crooked fate. To me you are a tool and if you don't like that then you can go back to prison. I can take care of Jetfire and the kits just fine on my own. I've only allowed you this much leniency because I admit that you are useful, but I will not tolerate any further disobedience." Honeystorm
"Stop your screaming. This is SunClan. Everyone here has had a loved one publicly executed at least once." Discordantmeldoy zeroed in on Crowkit, ready to give him a good whack, but before she got too close a massive brown-and-white tom put himself between the two of them.
"I'll take care of it." Oakshade's voice was deep and commanding, although not scary in the slightest, he had a warmth to him that even strangers could feel. He turned to Crowkit, giving Discordantmelody his back and an opening to attack if she wanted to do this the coward's way, "Making a scene will only hurt your father's argument. You need to put your faith in him and let him handle this."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 27, 2020 10:50:24 GMT -5
Desertkit stood wide eyes, not fully grasping the situation as an orange tail wrapped around him to pull him back towards the nursery "I wonder what it feels like to die?" he asked eyes shining.
After securing Desertkit, Honeysplash emerged from the nursery nosing Crowkit and Raykit back towards the den "Oakshade is right, if you want to help your father then you should go back to your nest" he leaned down and whispered into their ears "He left a secret mission for you" He looked up to Ghostcrown, wanting to speak out against the injustice, but knowing that this is what the tom would have wanted, for him to get the kits out of immedate danger first. woofCleaverJadie
Post by stardance on Sept 27, 2020 11:13:35 GMT -5
Raykit was in shock. For once, she didn't have anything to say. She loved the Sun God, wherever he might be, but she didn't want to lose her father. But if he did that... no, he wouldn't. There was no way. She opened her mouth to just say something just as Honeysplash herded her back into the den. "I... want to say goodbye." She whispered. "I should..."
Azura could believe what she was seeing. He had kits, and Bloodystar was willing to execute their father in front of them, all over what seemed like a guess. It scared her. It shook her to the core. She hadn't told Romancefable yet, but she was pregnant, and this made her fear for her kits' lives. She gently nudged Romancefable and leaned into his ear. "We need to talk..." racer
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 27, 2020 11:20:29 GMT -5
Honeysplash gently nosed Raykit "Don't worry, I will make sure you get to see him soon" he glanced back up at Bloodystar... Surely even he wouldn't be cruel enough to deny kits that chance to say good bye to their father. Once he got them settled in, he would go and talk to Duskslayer. The Priest Promised was a lot more level headed than the High Priest. He had kits of his own, and he hoped that he would listen to his plea.
Ghostcrown closed his eyes as his son cried out behind him. I'm sorry, I never meant you to be involved in this. His children had already suffered enough, he never intended to give them another parent to be ashamed of, but he couldn't stand by and leave Jetfire alone. What was it his brother had said? I will never stand idly by if a Queen is facing injustice. Firetooth had succeeded, he had escaped with even his life, and Ghostcrown had failed. He had hoped to free Jetfire before his death, and he couldn't even manage that.
"I understand," he started solemnly, but his ear twitched back at Discordantmelody's words. He jerked free of his captors and leaped to his feet, a snarl on his face as he spun to face the she-cat that dared try to harm his family. "Keeps your paws off him, Discordantmelody," he spat, "or I'll be on trial for two murders tomorrow." His wild gaze flipped between Oakshade and his kits, fighting the temptation to shove him out of the way; he didn't want anyone close to his family, but the warrior was trying to help. He couldn't protect them on how own anymore.
It wasn't until he met Honeysplash's gaze that he nodded slowly and retracted his claws. He couldn't do anything to help them now, but at least they wouldn't be alone here. They were with someone he could trust.
"I'm sorry," he croaked to Raykit, bowing his head deeply to her. "I'm sorry this had to happen."
A cacophony of emotions drowned out any sound before it could reach his ears and all he saw were shapes bearing resemblance to his clanmates- Discordantmelody, then Oakshade, and then he felt something nose into his fur around the same time Ghostcrown lunged towards Discordantmelody. Invigorated, he lashed his claws out and felt them score against the leathery flesh, and the crimson of Honeysplash's blood stained his ivory claws like strawberries would mar snow. He'd never seen blood before, realized Crowkit as a sobering wave of regret welled up in him, but the emotion that bubbled over the dam was a fresh, scathing wave of anger. "Don't touch me," he snarled.
He ducked between the legs of his clanmates until he could press against his father's side. Ghostcrown was all he and his siblings had left, and the despair he saw contorting Raykit and Desertkit's expressions barred any feelings of fear he may have felt in that moment. He leveled a blazing stare at Bloodystar. Crowkit would jump straight into hell and slay the devil or die trying.
Ghostcrown instinctually shifted so he was standing between Crowkit and the loyalists, his chin raised and defiant. Give me just a minute, he pleaded silently as he met Bloodystar's eyes. Show me that much mercy. The High Priest knew this was a farce just as well as Ghostcrown did, and if he was going to be executed tomorrow, the least he was owed was a last moment with his children.
He fell into a crouch and hugged his son tight against his chest, biting his lip against the tears that threatened to overwhelm him. "It's okay, Crowkit," he murmured fiercely, "it's okay, Honeysplash will look after you. But there's something I need you to do, okay?" He pulled back to lick the tom on the forehead, his voice beginning to shake. "I need you to find a mole. Not the strange ones that live here in the desert, a real mole, and once you find it you need to bring it back and eat it with your siblings. My dad used to say they were the worst prey he ever tasted... maybe that's why I loved them so much. You go taste one yourself and see what you think, okay?"
Ghostcrown cracked a smile. He knew his family could take care of themselves, their mother had taught them that way, but it still broke his heart to leave them.
He nudged Crowkit away from him at last and back toward the nursery. "You need to go back inside now, but I love you, okay?"
