Post by . s p o r e l e t t ♪ on Dec 3, 2009 17:59:51 GMT -6
[x] Doveclaw didn't moderate her poisonous look. "Stay out of my way," she hissed and stalked back towards Gingertail. Pride be damned, she wasn't tolerating another second of this. The dappled she-cat stood next to the RiverClan warrior and tried to catch up on the current events. ShadowClan wanted to take some of WindClan's kits? "Absolutely not!" she spat, already in a foul-enough mood without other Clans trying to muscle their way into WindClan's future. "Let our queens raise their own kits, and we'll let you raise yours! WindClan kits have no place in ShadowClan."
[x] Batheart stared blankly at Robinwing for a moment, still surprised by Specklestar's demand and unprepared for the she-cat's sudden hostility towards him. "Specklestar didn't say anything before we left," he meowed, looking back at the Great Rock with surprise lingering his eyes. "I didn't know Foxfur wanted his kits that much..." But though he didn't make any comments against his own leader, privately Batheart wondered if those kits could really find a home in ShadowClan. Didn't Foxfur of all cats realize how hard it was to join another Clan? Not all ShadowClan cats were welcoming of outsiders.
[x] ThunderClan had arrived later than he thought... almost as soon as he greeted the apprentice, the Clan leaders were up on the Great Rock, beginning the Gathering in earnest. Softpaw hurried back to his mentor's side and sat next to her, listening intently to what the leaders had to say. Cat after cat spoke, and finally it was Specklestar's turn. Softpaw reacted with little more than a twitch of the whiskers when she made her demands. It had little to do with ThunderClan, though of course the kits did truly have roots in each Clan, including his own. He couldn't imagine any leader wanting to give up their Clan's kits, though it would be a challenging task at best to keep them. ShadowClan was getting bigger each season, and four more kits would add nicely to their growing power.
[x] There was no decisive victory to be won. If he outright refused, Specklestar would doubtless attack his Clan, likely resulting in warriors being lost as well as kits. If he gave her the kits, his Clan would look weak, and they would be losing four valuable future warriors. A stray thought was wandering around the back of his mind, feeding off the distension hurled back and forth between the cats of the four Clans. But the thought didn't quite make itself into an idea, and so Ravenstar decided to stall for time. "Your points are all valid," he spoke to Specklestar, and to the cats gathered below him, "but ultimately this is not my decision to make. Rivermist is the mother of those kits. I shall inform her of your request, and it will be up to her do decide whether or not she is willing to have her kits taken from their home. WindClan will stand behind whatever she decides."
Ravenstar looked fully at Specklestar, and directed his next mew only to her. "I will send a patrol to Fourtrees three sunrises from now with our answer. WindClan has nothing left to say." Gathering himself onto his hind legs, Ravenstar plunged off the Great Rock with a powerful leap that belied his diminutive size. Going to Streamfur first, he nodded to his deputy and began making his way up the slope towards WindClan territory. Plans formed inside him as he padded away from Fourtrees, but one important variable was not accounted for. He truly did not know what Rivermist would decide.
[x] Batheart stared blankly at Robinwing for a moment, still surprised by Specklestar's demand and unprepared for the she-cat's sudden hostility towards him. "Specklestar didn't say anything before we left," he meowed, looking back at the Great Rock with surprise lingering his eyes. "I didn't know Foxfur wanted his kits that much..." But though he didn't make any comments against his own leader, privately Batheart wondered if those kits could really find a home in ShadowClan. Didn't Foxfur of all cats realize how hard it was to join another Clan? Not all ShadowClan cats were welcoming of outsiders.
[x] ThunderClan had arrived later than he thought... almost as soon as he greeted the apprentice, the Clan leaders were up on the Great Rock, beginning the Gathering in earnest. Softpaw hurried back to his mentor's side and sat next to her, listening intently to what the leaders had to say. Cat after cat spoke, and finally it was Specklestar's turn. Softpaw reacted with little more than a twitch of the whiskers when she made her demands. It had little to do with ThunderClan, though of course the kits did truly have roots in each Clan, including his own. He couldn't imagine any leader wanting to give up their Clan's kits, though it would be a challenging task at best to keep them. ShadowClan was getting bigger each season, and four more kits would add nicely to their growing power.
[x] There was no decisive victory to be won. If he outright refused, Specklestar would doubtless attack his Clan, likely resulting in warriors being lost as well as kits. If he gave her the kits, his Clan would look weak, and they would be losing four valuable future warriors. A stray thought was wandering around the back of his mind, feeding off the distension hurled back and forth between the cats of the four Clans. But the thought didn't quite make itself into an idea, and so Ravenstar decided to stall for time. "Your points are all valid," he spoke to Specklestar, and to the cats gathered below him, "but ultimately this is not my decision to make. Rivermist is the mother of those kits. I shall inform her of your request, and it will be up to her do decide whether or not she is willing to have her kits taken from their home. WindClan will stand behind whatever she decides."
Ravenstar looked fully at Specklestar, and directed his next mew only to her. "I will send a patrol to Fourtrees three sunrises from now with our answer. WindClan has nothing left to say." Gathering himself onto his hind legs, Ravenstar plunged off the Great Rock with a powerful leap that belied his diminutive size. Going to Streamfur first, he nodded to his deputy and began making his way up the slope towards WindClan territory. Plans formed inside him as he padded away from Fourtrees, but one important variable was not accounted for. He truly did not know what Rivermist would decide.