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What had a half-hour ago been a heavy downpour had lightened into a steady trickle of rain as a soaked group of cats returned to Summerclan's camp, in a state met with the clan's shocked stares: Orchiddrop had given birth out in the Deep Lands, between her, Crow, and Rosethorn there were six newborn kits that were carried into camp - the mother and kits quickly rushed into the nursery to be looked over by Graythorn. But the real shock was a nearly unconscious Goldenshadow, being carried on Ratstar's shoulders, two of his legs clearly dislocated. Several cats rushed to the leader and warrior, but to their confusion were ordered not to touch him. Instead, Goldenshadow was unceremoniously dropped onto the muddy ground in front of the high hill, as Ratstar strode up to look over the astonished clan.
"All warriors of Summerclan! Come t' me fer an emergency clan meetin'!"
Ratstar avoided the gazes of his clanmates, partly out of guilt. He had let things get far out of hand. Regardless of who did and said what, he was partly to blame in this series of unfortunate events, because of his own inaction. The Leader of Summerclan stared down at a defeated Goldenshadow through the rain, his gaze pitying. He took no pleasure or joy in this, but if Goldenshadow stood any chase of becoming a better cat, a better warrior, a better father; the perfect, golden boy persona the warrior valued more than anything had to be destroyed for good. The mask shattered so completely, that it could never be built again.
"Cats of Summerclan, a crime has been committed tonight. The warrior Goldenshadow has committed treason against Summerclan. I've chosen t' spare his life so that he can stand trial 'ere an' now; I the judge, an' ya'll as the jury, so that the clan he swore his loyalty to may choose the punishment most fit for 'is crime. The charge...attacking the pregnant Queen Orchiddrop with intent to kill."
Igziq followed at the tail end of the party coming in, but kept her eyes on the broken Goldenshadow. The bengal rogue felt the eyes of the Clan on her as soon as she entered. She clearly did not belong. Her step was unlike the typical SummerClan cat's: it was harsh and pointed in sharp opposition to SummerClan's peaceful ways. Her eyes held ferocity that was just barely kept at bay. It looked like at any moment she would reach out a kill Goldenshadow. It took all the restraint she had to not do so. She respected that on SummerClan's land she would follow their traditions, and if Ratstar wanted a trial, so be it.
But she wanted to know what his fate would be. She wanted to know the kits were safe. Even if she didn't have a vote, she had to stick around here for a bit. Once Goldenshadow was dropped into the mud, she stood just a tail-length from his head, taking the role of shutting up Goldenshadow if he decided to speak out of turn. She took a moment to admire her work: both forelegs were dislocated, punctures from her claws dotted his neck and face, and his good looks were ruined. She split one ear down the middle, and the other had a hold through it from one of her teeth. No tear, just a random hole. She lifted her sharp blue gaze to Ratstar in a silent assurance that she would not kill him.
Ragged, bloodied, and bone-tired, Crow was stationed at the entrance to the nursery, a silent guard barring anyone-- namely, Goldenshadow-- from entering. The new father was laced all over by wounds, most of which would scar over and add to the collection already present, and his ebony coat was stained crimson from a mixture of Goldenshadow's blood as well as his own, the rain having ceased before it could cleanse him of the evidence. The only relief he could find this evening was the presence of his mother, who'd sworn to protect her family which now included Orchiddrop and the six kittens born in the midst of the storm. Despite this, he remained rigid and prepared to leap back into action at any sign of even a twitch from the golden warrior.
Goldenshadow was beginning to regain consciousness-- and, great StarClan, he wished he wasn't. The world was swirling around and around and around him, and somewhere the disorientation was starting to retreat and the pain beginning to manifest. Maybe in his head? Or was it in his legs? He couldn't tell with how everything was spinning and turning and twisting him all around, but maybe it was everywhere or maybe it was moving. Maybe it was flooding his head when he was upside down; and maybe it flowed to his legs when things started to level out. He couldn't tell, not for sure, not when everything was spinning and swirling and when Ratstar was speaking-- or, well, he wasn't sure if he was speaking either, the disembodied announcement fading in and then back out, drowned by that burning sensation in his ears or in his toes or wherever it was. He couldn't tell.
Crime.... Golde...dow... trees. Trees? That couldn't be right. Trial.. loyal... punish... rchiddrop... What was happening? He wished the world would stop turning.
"Goldenshadow!" Poppymask's growl came from the nursery and moments later the fluffy queen appeared, her blue eyes blazing bright with annoyance as she zeroed right in on the tom of the hour, "While I agree that SummerClan has far too many Queens in the nursery right now, that is no reason to kill them! Explain yourself!"
Wispycloud's orange eyes were wide in shock and horror as she watched all these injured cats enter SummerClan camp. She'd questioned Ratstar's closed borders since the day they had been put in effect, and now she knew she'd been proven right: It seemed the real monsters were already in camp.
Stagrunner padded ove after taking a few moments to plaster a concerned expression on his face. He didn't really know or care much about Orchiddrop and her new little band of brats--nor did he really care for Goldenshadow--but it would be inappropriate not to at least pretend to be outraged.
Rosethorn had darted into the nursery to tend to her sister, but it hadn't taken too long to get the kits warmed up and her sister cleaned off. She listed to the clamor outside, could hear clearly the accusations laid before Goldenshadow. Now that Orchiddrop was asleep, she felt that she could rejoin the crowd.
"Ratstar speaks truly, but he doesn't lay out all the accusations," Rosethorn called loudly, her own fur plastered to her frame by her time in the storm. "Goldenshadow did not just try to kill my sister- he spent three moons abusing her. I suspected it, but could not prove it until tonight. He monitored her every move, struck her down when she did something that displeased him. He turned her into a shell of her former self. I don't need to hear any explanation from him- there is no justification for what he did, even if Orchiddrop's kits were never his. Summerclan has no use for such a tom- exile him. He's lucky to escape with his life."
She appreciated what Rosethorn added. Really, attempted murder did not sum up the scum bag at her paws, but her next suggestion really threw her off kilter. Igziq's blazing eyes glared at Rosethorn at the suggestion of exile. "Are you a blundering idiot or acting like one?! If you let him go, he will do the same thing to some other she-cat. Cats like him won't change just because he was exiled." She turned her attention up to Ratstar. "If you exile him, you will only enable him to harm and manipulate another she-cat." The bengal noticed that the tom below her began wake, and she unsheathed her claws. "Exiling him would be wildly irresponsible." Her eyes said the rest to Ratstar. If he was exiled, she would hunt him down and finish the job herself.
"Not t' mention that I don' think he physically can be exiled right now..." Ratstar replied to his Deputy, trying to assess the damage done to Goldenshadow's back legs. They had been dislocated, not broken, but they'd probably still hurt like heck for a good long while after Graythorn popped them back into place. He doubted the warrior would be able to walk much farther than the length of camp for the next moon or so. "But you're right, Igziq; the punishment of exile is officially off the table, we must hold 'im accountable, rather than pawn 'im off on another clan. Similarly, the death penalty is off limits. This ain't Sunclan ya'll, and it ain't ever will be. We aren't savages like that cult."
Mudthistle, a mother herself, was furious. Her short brown fur was puffed up in rage as she stared down Goldenshadow, snarling. "You lying, fox-hearted son of a-! A pregnant she-cat?! I don't care what you think she did; you deserve all of this and more, you maggot-faced coward!"
Grasslizard shifted his weight back and forth on his paws, uncomfortable with this whole situation. The idea of someone trying to kill a Queen made him sick to his stomach. Instead, he turned and padded over to where Crow was stationed in front of the nursery. "You look like dung, buddy," he meowed, letting out a snort in his awkward attempt at humor and breaking the ice. "Want me to grab some prey or some poppy seeds for you, at least?"
Quietmeadow sat near the nursery. Her tail curled protectively around her son Beachkit. She quickly decided this was a grownups conversation that wasn't needed to be heard by her children. She quickly shoved her three kittens into the nursery. At the mention of the death penalty Quietmeadow had to force herself to not flinch.
Batflower stood off to the side. He didn't know what to make of the situation. The idea of abusing a queen, let alone your own mate was a fact that he couldn't wrap his head around. It honestly made him feel sick to his stomach. He wondered what his father Doestar would say about this matter.
Skypaw walked over to where her brother Grasslizard. She felt horrified that he was attempting to crack a joke. "Grass I don't know if prey would really help in this situation." She meowed softly.
"What? No!" Originally, Dahliakit hadn't cared about whatever this clan meeting was about, and had stayed in the nursery minding her own business. It probably wasn't anything that concerned her, anyway. But the moment that she heard the new deputy speak, she dashed outside, her green eyes wide with panic as she took in the crowd, scanning for the form of her father. Finally, when she spotted the broken figure of Goldenshadow, it felt like her heart had shattered. "No," this time, it came out as a whisper.
Sure, her father may not had been the best cat out there, but he had never done anything to hurt her. He was her dad! There was no way that she could believe these accusations, though she also didn't want to think that Ratstar was a liar. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding, right? This time, her teary gaze sought out Ratstar, as if she could beg him to say this was all just a prank.
