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Silverfury hesitated for just a moment when his steely eyes settled on Dottymask's unmoving body. He couldn't tell if she was alive or dead but just made out movement along her abdomen when Goldenphantom rammed her head into his jaw. The massive WinterClan tom tasted blood from biting his own tongue but was so enraged by the state of his mate and overall absurdity of the situation that he didn't feel the pain.
With a snarl he lifted his head higher then jerked it to the side, freeing him of the Immortal Council member's attack but leaving his neck open. Aware of this, he took a few steps back then lowered his head, lashing his tail from side to side in warning, "You had better patch things up with your dear StarClan soon, for you're about to join them."
Silverfury then wasted no time lurching forward and spit a mixture of blood and saliva at Goldenpantom's eyes, his goal being to blind her long enough to get to Dottymask's side and defend her. strawberrycupidFaithHoneystorm
Fallclan Hystericstar nodded at Bloodystar's response, but said nothing in return. While he himself had never really believed in Starclan, always blaming their appearances on more natural causes, Fallclan as a whole did, and he had no intention on disrespecting or changing that. Instead, he simply watched the chaos unfold below him as Glowstar asked a question. Bringing his golden gaze back up to the other leader, he motioned his head towards the fighting. "Is there even any point anymore?" he asked, after Bloodystar announced Sunclan's departure, leaving just him, Glowstar, and the new Nightclan leader in the tree.
Flexing his toes to test whatever feeling the hairless tom still had in them, Hystericstar turned to leave. "This gathering has turned into a waste of time," he said. "Fallclan will also be leaving. Don't expect us to be back until everyone here has learned how to peacefully gather in one place." Was he being rude? Most definitely, but he was freezing and didn't want to waste his nor his clan's time anymore. Carefully, he dropped to the branch below, turning his head slightly to give the other leaders one last glance. "I'm not sure what has happened these past few moons, but it seems like it's not anything concerning Fallclan." FaithJadie
Out from the cold grass Fluffypaw leapt out from Mysteryleaf's blindside, her claws expertly curling into the she-cats throat, not to cut, but to latch on tight. With her fangs she bit down hard ready to tear open the warriors throat. Fast and brutal was what the apprentice knew best, there were no fight moves, not with a father like Silverfury. Quick executions, no mercy, that was the only style she fought with.
"You hurt my mom!" She hissed through her teeth as she drew her head back, preparing to tear he throat open.
Rottenfang leapt in, his claws swiping against Lorelei's face. He had seen all he needed to, which was his sister thrashing to escape her kidnappers, screaming for them to stop.
"I have a friend who has a place we can wait this out in until the danger dies down," Rottenfang said back to Sinfulatrocity, but kept his eyes on Lorelei, "All we have is our speed so let's run," He decided. Nudging his sister forward he picked up speed, leading her to Huntleigh who seemed to have already found Fallengrace and was that bloody mess their... Mom?
"You say that every gathering," Glowstar laughed at Hystericstar before jumping down from the tree.
"Let's start packing it up everyone, Funk E'tan, I'll hold back for you," Glowstar promised to her mate, sitting back against the trunk of the tree at the bottom.
DayClan Mysteryleaf jerked back and just as the apprentice latched on and prepared to bite down. Mysteryleaf swung her head loosening the apprentice's hold, and her other forepaw lifted up instinctively.
Whipping her head to the side sent Fluffypaw's body wide, opening it up for Mysteryleaf's wicked sharp claws. In one cleave of her claws she tore into the fluffy white slicing into her throat and causing blood to splatter across Mysteryleaf's front.
The apprentice had made the mistake of trying to declare her intent with words. Mysteryleaf had long passed that point. And thus the blood began to flow. Faith
Fallclan Hystericstar had been about to make the final jump out of the tree when Glowstar spoke, laughing at him. His eerie golden gaze turned one more time to the older leader. "And you'll notice that the two gatherings that I've lead Fallclan to were eight moons apart." Then, he finished his descent from the tree, flicking his tail as he turned to leave. Luckily, it didn't seem like any of the few Fallclan cats that came had joined in the fighting, so they would be able to leave without an issue.
"Oh, you love us, don't act like you don't," Glowstar smirked, as the FallClan leader left.
Moving down from the tree and into the gathering she could finally tell what the crowd of cats she saw from above were looking at. There in the center of the crowd was Mysteryleaf, hanging over the body of a WinterClan apprentice. In the thick haze of rage, Glowstar placed her paw comfortingly on the bright brigade warriors shoulder, a moment of silence taking over before she pushed herself closer to Mysteryleaf, "Get back to camp." For once her kind emerald eyes didn't look at Mysteryleaf, intentionally seemed to avoid looking in her direction. Instead all she could look at was the WinterClan apprentice, every life had value, but this one, she could tell, came with a heavy cost.
