passion & pride - - - OPEN

[LEAF !]

stripestar ,
leader of brookclan.

angrily pacing the borders, stripestar was not having a good morning. there was goldenclan scent all over the place, and he would not have a bar of it, re-marking all of the different areas to rid it of the foul odour. one stood out in particular: spiderstar. for starclan's sake, he really hoped that great black tom was nowhere near him, because stripestar was close enough to ripping apart the next living being that came near him. in this state he could have taken on a badger or a fox alone, and maybe even won. he wasn't thinking straight, could hardly walk straight for the anger which coursed through him. peace was boring him lifeless. a moon had passed since the war ended, since his injuries had healed and the death of pantherstar had shattered what might have been a happy and solid life for brookclanners. instead, they were faced with uncertainty. stripestar knew that he was suspicious of every border, as every other cat should be: and why not, when war had reigned for around eighty moons and barely any cat alive had seen the beginning of it. it had become a staple of life: battles and death and bloodshed had been the normal. he didn't know how to act in peacetime. muttering to himself, stripestar leapt upon a tree and scored a pair of great, deep marks into the bark with his claws. "let that be a warning to them, that brookclan will fight back, will avenge our fallen, and will eradicate every last warrior, mother and kit until their bloody hides are all that remains!" alright, so it was a little over-the-top and melodramatic, but he was still saddened by the fact that no cat was around to hear his little speech. it was rather good, even if he said so himself, but it was a pity he could never think of these things when he was in the heat of battle. he was usually too busy ripping throats and tearing limbs to orate successfully. he would have to save that one for the gathering, perhaps. "goldenclanners," he spat, carefully re-marking the tree he had scored with his claws. the entire area almost had to be cleansed, it stank so highly of the enemy. this might be a border, and a heavily disputed one at that, but the little stream was theirs and the trees on the other side of it, too. seeing as goldenclan warriors were afraid of water, like the scaredy-cats they were. if they kept bringing patrols into what was obviously brookclan territory, stripestar would have to take it as a declaration of war. and if it was war that spiderstar wanted, well it was a war he was going to get.

[• ruthie •]

t a l lstream

Today, like any other day, was boring. Tallstream stepped out from her den early and stretched, trying to take her time with life. But sometimes on days like these, when there was evidently nothing major to do, she couldn’t help but reminisce. To think of the not so distant past and how her life had almost been smashed to smithereens by one single cat. That no good dung-faced Spiderstar. She could think of more than that to call him, but she’d be sitting there all day ranting on about how vile he was and how he didn’t deserve his rank as leader. Although she wouldn’t think anyone else in Goldenclan deserved it, either. All of them were foul and Goldenclan really just needed to be eradicated.

Deciding that hunting wasn’t enough, having brought back two mice and almost a squirrel (damn birds scaring it off!), she went to go round an unofficial patrol. Alone? Yes. Tallstream knew she was more than capable of defending herself against another clan, and if luck was on her side, it would even be Goldenclan. The very thought was what was bringing her to their borders, knowing that she could at least try and hunt some fish or a frog - it would have been a perfectly good excuse to go near that border and wait for one to come along. Well, waiting could be a bit much, but it’s not like she cared what others were thinking of her at this point. She was out for blood, even if it meant fighting that damned leader nine times.

She could hear someone as she got closer, and felt her steps quickening. Not wanting to give herself away, in case it was a Goldenclan warrior trying to get into Brookclan territory, she lowered herself and ears swivelled for any more sounds. And that’s when she realised, from the scent, that there was a battle of borders going on. Damned Goldeclan cats! If this warrior was daring to try and take over Brookclan territory and even think for a heartbeat that it wasn’t going to be noticed, he had another thing coming to him! She tried to find cover, wanting to spy on the cat, but as soon as she did she saw the familiar striped body of the Brookclan leader.

Her tail twitched in irritation. She slowly stalked out, trying to calm her tail and change her glower to a normal stare. She admired Stripestar more than any other cat in the clan. She tried not to show her desperation to attack another cat, but from what she had heard, Stripestar was not too fond of the peace treaty between the two clans anyway. She heard his sneer and smirked, nodding in complete agreement.

“Problems, Stripestar?” she questioned, watching the running stream. Her eyes then went back to Stripestar, not wanting to ignore him completely. Well, she was highly disappointed that it wasn’t the enemy. But at least it was a cat she enjoyed speaking to all the same.

words 503
tags stripestar&open
notes so much anger in one thread

[LEAF !]

stripestar ,
leader of brookclan.

he heard the approaching cat before he saw her. the noises came from within his territory, so stripestar did not pounce upon the newcomer: he presumed they would be of his own clan, which by its very merit meant he would at least respect their presence. he had thought it might he honeytail - she had a habit of following him to borders to make sure he didn't launch a one-cat war - but instead of a brightly-toned cat, a dark tabby appeared. tallstream. there was a lot of loss in tallstream's life: while stripestar had lost his close friend, pantherstar, tallstream had lost a family member, and a close one at that. and she was a good warrior, a great one in fact. she could be relied upon to agree with him when the time came for war. he made a mental note to bring her with him to the gatherings: an echoing voice of his own might sway his clan to his view more easily, if they knew some of their number agreed with him. he was fazed slightly by her question, his ears falling back and a soft hiss escaping as if by instinct, before he removed the signs of aggression and settled into what seemed like a more friendly tone. "no. should there be?" he said quickly. his warlike demeanour was forged in bloodshed and hard times, and he was used to being alert, suspicious and ready for anything. even if it came in the form what could have been an innocent query from a clanmate. "what brings you out here? i didn't know honeytail had organised a patrol." that wonderful she-cat, always thinking on her feet and looking out for his - and the clan's, by default - best interests. he really did have a good companion in his deputy: he could truly rely on her. then again, he could also rely on tallstream, he thought, and on that note, he turned to face her and sat down, licking a paw between each sentence he spoke. "hypothetically," he began carefully, choosing his words diplomatically, which was not something he usually paid attention to, "if at the next gathering a war was decreed, would you join it?" then, as if it were an afterthought, he added, "like, enthusiastically, or half-heartedly, or even not at all. just a thought, that's all."

[Aaronoid]

H O N E Y T A I L

The bright ginger she-cat stumbled into camp, her eyes calmly surveying everything around her as she quickly made sure all was accounted for. The scent of blood soaked her senses but it was a pleasant sensation as it came for the two voles that she had caught earlier. With a flick of the tail that was her namesake, Honeytail directed the hunting patrol she had led over to the fresh kill pile. The mound of prey which had barely risen to the height of two freshkill over leaf-bare was now fully stocked and, as the patrol lay down the spoils, a group of eager apprentices ran over to enjoy the prey, the memories of the rumbling tummies of leaf-bare still smarting in the back of their minds. They would forget, of course, so that by the time the colder days rolled back around the horrors would be fresh and foreign once more. But until then, they had the pleasure of enjoying the peace of a full belly.

Honeytail smiled to herself as she pondered all this aimlessly, giving her bright white chest a quick lick and shaking her ears to try and wake herself up. She supposed there was still some time before the afternoon patrol was to be sent off. Searching the camp slowly with her pale green eyes, the deputy made a quick list of the cats she’d assign to it. Only one cat wasn’t present.

“Where’s Tallstream?” She called to a warrior lazing around in the midday sunlight. He flicked an ear in response.

“She left a moment ago!"

“Did she say where she was going?”

She received a nonchalant shrug in return. Honeytail’s tail twitched in irritation. She didn’t want to put any other cat on the patrol since most had either been out hunting, training or had already taken the midday patrol. Glancing up at the glowing sun, the ginger and white cat gave a quick nod to herself and trotted back over to the camp entrance, sliding past a couple of warriors and into the cool undergrowth of Brookclan. She still had enough time to find Tallstream and inform her. A sudden change of wind caught Honeytail’s attention and she swiveled to follow the trail of the tabby she-cat. Her ears flattened as she noticed that the scent was leading her straight to the Goldenclan border and a wave of uneasiness flashed briefly over her. Tallstream was a good, loyal warrior of Brookclan but, like many others, harbored a grudge against their field-dwelling neighbors. Lately, as the gathering approached, Honeytail heard more and more talk of war resuming between the two rivals. If there was anything the deputy hoped to avoid it was the threat of war.

Honeytail’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of voices just ahead. Picking up the pace, the ginger deputy emerged from the shady undergrowth just in time to pick up her leaders final words. It took a few heartbeats for her mind to form the rest of the question and, with a sudden falling sensation, Honeytail realized that Stripestar’s mind was once again dead set on the idea of war. Her pale green eyes locked onto first Stripestar’s and then Tallstream’s gazes and she rapidly made the decision to play dumb. There was no sense in just picking on the old bone of war decisions. Better to start fresh and somehow work ideas of peace in. And so she ignored what she had heard, ignored the obvious scent of Goldenclan drifting in from over the border and with a friendly flick of her tail in greeting, padded calmly over to her clanmates.

“Hello Stripestar! G’day Tallstream,” she smiled, looking each in the eye as she greeted them, tilting her head sweetly to the side as she spoke, “I was just looking for you, Tallstream. I was going to ask you to be on Midday patrol, but it seems like you’ve read my mind and gone on ahead!” The patched she-cat chuckled, flicking her tail around her haunches as she sat down. “I’ve just returned from the hunting patrol and the fresh kill pile is stocked,” Honeytail informed dutifully, nodding at Stripestar, “I’m sure everyone’s enjoying this wonderful weather, what with the return of prey and all.” Her aim was simple. Paint a magnificent picture of how fantastic life after the war was and ignore any nagging war reminders such as the Goldenclan scent. In fact, as she spoke, Honeytail noticed that some Goldenclan markers were inside Brookclan territory but waved it aside, making a mental note to tell the next patrol to be sure to strongly re-mark the border. Bringing it up now would only hurt her case, which was to avoid war at all costs.

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[• ruthie •]

t a l lstream

A patrol! Tallstream hadn’t even thought of that. She never stuck around to find out if she was meant to be on it. By StarClan, hopefully Honetytail would be in a good mood. On the other hand, if she happened to return to the camp with Stripestar, maybe she would let it go because of her company. Who knows what she could say. Or, better yet, perhaps Honeytail wasn’t going to choose Tallstream at all and she would be safe.

“Not exactly.” Tallstream didn’t look away from Stripestar when admitting this, and didn’t really know what else to say. She refused to lie to Stripestar about why she was here, and she highly doubted he would be too irritated that she just came out here for a wander. Most likely he’d already know why she was out here if she wasn’t out on official patrol - many cats already do. Tallstream was never one to be quiet about her dislike for GoldenClan, and usually whenever they’re brought up, you can trust Tallstream to join the conversation and badmouth them as much as possible.

She listened intently to his next question. Hypothetically? No thank you. She opened her mouth to reply eagerly with a big hearted yes, however another voice overrode hers before she got the chance. She turned her head to see Honeytail walking towards them, a skip in her step it seemed. Tallstream closed her mouth, refusing to speak of the war around Honeytail. She knew she didn’t like it, and Tallstream didn’t like Honeytail’s opinion on bringing war back. Peace was not an option.

“Oh, of course. I’ll get to that as soon as I get back to camp,” Tallstream answered, nodding. She liked Honeytail’s leadership skills, and she would obey pretty much her every whim because she trusted her. Her mind couldn’t help but wander when Honeytail rambled on about what was going on in the clan. All good things, sure, but Tallstream was thinking of the things the clan was missing: warriors, apprentices… All with StarClan. Tallstream neglected to mention this however, keeping silent and awaiting Stripestar’s response to her report.

words 355
tags stripestar&open
notes so much anger in one thread

[LEAF !]

stripestar ,
leader of brookclan.

he agreed with practically everything tallstream said, as he had expected: tallstream was similarly, if not even more, violently grudge-holding about the brookclan and goldenclan history. but whilst he would have loved to chat to her all day about tearing enemy hides and avenging lost loved ones, he took a moment to examine her face. and in that moment, his chance for violent conversation was lost as he hesitated when honeytail appeared. as much as he adored his deputy, young and sprightly as she was and able to command much respect from the clan, there were some conversation topics which simply did not fly around the fluffy ginger cat. "honeytail," he replied, with a tilt of the head and a small, yet still characteristically serious, smile. it was just like tallstream to be ahead of the patrol requirements: in every clan there were some felines who did as they were told, and there were some felines who went over and above the call of duty to provide for their fellows. he had been one of those - and still was - and honeytail, too, went above and beyond to do her very best. tallstream however, he guessed, had quite a different motive to her deputy. smiling still as honeytail began listing all the wonderful things about the current weather in brookclan territory, stripestar nodded in abject agreement. the pile was stocked, the weather was charming, the floods were at a minimum, prey was returning. "mhmm," he hummed wordlessly, moving from his strict, tail wrapped about his form stance to a more relaxed way of lying, stretching out in the sun which really was quite nice, streaming in dappled puddles through the trees that surrounded them. affairs of what was good and wonderful about the clan did not interest him more than it properly should, however, and he changed the subject back to what was more interesting to him. "i might join the midday patrol, too, honeytail," he said, more of an order than a suggestion. he enjoyed going out along the border, especially with the chance of altercations with goldenclan warriors. and of course, the borders with other clans also needed protecting, but that was less exciting. as much as his deputy liked to keep him out of trouble - for his own safety and others' - he preferred to be in the thick of it. he had nine lives: why not use them?

[Aaronoid]

H O N E Y T A I L

Honeytail nodded encouragingly to Tallstream when she spoke and gave a welcoming sweep of her tail when Stripestar mentioned that his presence in the patrol may be possibility.

“But of course, Stripestar” she smiled but quickly let her grin drop, her tail twitching in irritation as she looked between the two clanmates before her. She disliked their rush to stop any talk of war as soon as her presence was made clear. Both cats seemed just as hateful towards Goldenclan as ever and repressing those feelings didn’t seem to be working. Honeytail felt her whiskers droop in dismay at her leader’s lack of enthusiasm towards the clan’s good fortune and his reluctance to involve his deputy frustrated the ginger she-cat. She had spoken about her approval of peace many times but surely she had not been so straight as to make the mention of war around her unmentionable? Honeytail’s frustration peaked and, infuriated by clanmate’s distrustfulness, she changed course. With a sigh, the patched deputy dropped all pretenses and directed a glare at her leader. Her voice was calm but her eyes accusing as she spoke.

“It seems as though you’re too preoccupied with other matters than to appreciate what little peace your clan can have” she said slowly, her eyes flitting between both Stripestar and Tallstream, letting her know her words were not aimed at only the Brookclan leader. She knew she was treading on thin ice with her words but pushed forward regardless. With a snort of frustration, Honeytail stood up and paced between the two cats. Every now and again she’d stop and look up with a hint of desperation in her pale green eyes.


“I am not a fan of silence and uncomfortable tensions,” Honeytail began, keeping up her pacing, “and lately, I’ve experienced too much of it. So,” she paused, her pacing momentarily halting as she glanced between her clanmates, “no more.”

She sat down once again, assessing the situation. Here were two cats well known for their grudges against Goldenclan and with a fierce determination to retaliate. Anything could spark their anger. Though she knew provoking argument could lose her her good relations with these two cats, Honeytail knew that it would be better to expel some of this anger rather than keep it bottled up for a less convenient moment, say a public explosion at the gathering.


“Tell me your reasons for aggression,” she stated simply, maintaining eye contact with the other cats, “and I’ll tell you my reasons to hold back.” Her confidence wavered. She may have opened a floodgate with her words or she may simply have granted her friends an excuse to turn their backs and leave. Either way, she knew that the best defense to an argument required a strong belief that hat you were advocating was right and so, while she was sure she could argue for moons on the reasons why war was wrong, they could do the same. Perhaps the best outcome that could be hoped for was a compromise of some sort. But for that to occur words had to be spoken first, and that was what Honeytail wished to provoke now.

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[• ruthie •]

t a l lstream

Tallstream watched Honeytail speak of her disapproval. Had it been any other cat in front of her, Tallstream would have told her to watch her mouth and not order the leader around like that - even if they were deputy. But Honeytail was a friend - a very good friend - so she would do no such thing. Honeytail knew what she was doing and knew that she had to tread on on egg shells to get her point across. Tallstream only knew this in the case of Stripestar. She never saw herself as one to act harshly towards anyone that wanted peace; this was a mistake on her part, as she did. Many times. But her pride made her take no note of this.

However, she couldn’t help but get a little edgy with Honeytail’s words. She was definitely getting irritated, that was for sure, but to demand such a thing was almost impossible. She was a fan of peace, and others were not. Mostly to please her and not to get her upset, or get berated for such conversations, they would be quiet around Honeytail. That’s what Tallstream did at least. She didn’t enjoy irritating her, as she knew she was much smarter than Tallstream and had that advantage. But she wouldn’t let her take this from her. She needed revenge. No matter what Honeytail let roll off her tongue, Tallstream’s opinion would not change.

“Reasons for aggression?” Tallstream spat, standing immediately. She did no more than get to her paws though, not wanting to advance on Honeytail. The last thing she needed was to lose her as a friend, “My sister is dead, Honeytail! Littlevole was ripped from this world far before her time by that damned Clan!”

At the very mention of her sister was a claw to the heart, and Tallstream wasn’t sure how much she could take. Usually she would mask this emotion with more anger and more physical reaction, but around these two cats - possibly the ones she trusted the most of all the clan - she allowed herself to reveal it. The pain in her eyes and strain in her voice, tears almost threatening to fall already. Part of her was screaming that it was an over reaction, her sister had been dead for nearly three moons, get over it! But that part was quickly struck down and silenced. It felt wrong to move on and forget.

words 406
tags stripestar&open
notes so much anger in one thread

[LEAF !]

stripestar ,
leader of brookclan.

what little peace they had? they had plenty of peace. for a whole moon they had nothing but peace: pathetic, worthless, weak depleting muscles and losing fighting talent peace. he couldn't stand the stuff: living in a world where every breath was like inhaling mist, where nothing seemed worthwhile anymore. he woke in the morning, hunted to feed the elders, trained sootpaw, cleaned his fur, oversaw some patrols and went to sleep. every single day. war had been a challenge, a change, a chance to prove himself and be on his toes every single day. he thrived on the adrenalin of it all, he lusted for the adventure that war could give. the biggest adventure in peacetime could only be finding a dumb apprentice who had lost their way in the woods. pathetic. but stripestar voiced none of these concerns to his companions: he had not been a deputy himself for all those moons without learning at least a little diplomacy. though he did not like to exercise that skill, he knew how to hold his tongue. besides, it seemed tallstream was going to argue his case for him without stripestar needing to utter a single word. ah, loyal little tallstream. it was amazing what loss could do to a creature. a murderous thought flicked over stripestar's mind right then: perhaps if every prized brookclan warrior lost a family member, they would definitely be a force to be reckoned with. but with no war to send out mothers and brothers and nephews into, that would require rather underhanded methods: he was not that kind of cat, yet.

he nodded silently at tallstream, picking up where she left off. "your time as deputy has been short, as has mine as leader, honeytail," he accepted, "but you didn't know pantherstar like i did. he was like a father to me, honeytail, a father! a father who was murdered in the end of that war. and it was cats like you who desecrated his memory in using his death not as a stepping-stone for revenge, but one for peace. his spirit resides in starclan now, aching to be avenged. i only want to give him that chance." a chance to make spiderstar pay for what he did: a chance to relive that last battle, where stripefang and spiderthorn had faced off and the two large toms had both come out worse for wear. but in their minds both knew who had been the victor: spiderthorn had not almost died from his wounds, and stripefang had. there was more than one vengeance to be repaid in this war, and perhaps it might be even bloodier than the last because of that. he sighed, beginning to pace in tight circles on the spot as he spoke, tail flicking in annoyance from side to side. his ears were not folded to his head, not yet, but only from sheer strength of will did he hold them aloft and not broadcast his anger at honeytail for all to see. as much as he admired and sometimes loved his deputy, her peacefulness did get on his nerves. "i can understand why we should hold back. goldenclan is larger: we know that from these markings here. they're brazenly marching onto territory which has long been no-man's land. the prey is good, the floods are low, kits are healthy: why wouldn't we want to bask in this perfect time?" he mused, almost to himself. his mind was not completely made up, just mostly. if honeytail put up a superior argument, as she often did in their secretive meetings, he would allay his warlike feelings for another moon, until they inevitably crept upon him again. but with tallstream here, he could sense the balance of the argument was tipped in his favour, and his mind - ever malleable by the opinions of his trusted peers - was likely not going to be changed tonight. and with the gathering at hand, that was a scary thought.

[Aaronoid]

H O N E Y T A I L

Honeytail held her ground as Tallstream spat at her, lowering her eyes at the mention of Littlevole. She’d foreseen that Tallstream would mention her, as everycat knew how hard her sister’s death had been on her. A flash of the sweet young she-cat swept across Honeytails vision but she held herself steady and shook away the emotion. As soon as the tabby she-cat was done speaking Honeytail raised her head to retaliate swiftly but hesitated at the look in Tallstreams eyes. Arguing back violently seemed harsh at this point. The ginger she-cat kept her tone soft and calm as she held Tallstreams gaze.

“Littlevole may be dead, Tallstream” she murmered, her own heart wrenching at the memory as she spoke, “But Tawnynose and Tallstep; Mothpelt and Sootstripe; Mousepaw and Sootpaw,” she added, turning to face Stripestar as she mentioned his niece and nephew, “are all alive. Alive and well and if you risk war, you risk losing them too.” Honeytail paused, waiting for her words to sink in before she continued, tentatively approaching Tallstream and placing her tailtip gently on her shoulder, not wanting to place her friend in any more pain than she already was. “I’m not saying we should forget Littlevole. I’m not saying we should forgive Goldenclan for what they have done. But I knew her, perhaps not as well as you did but I knew her nonetheless, and the last thing she would have wanted was to place any cat in danger.”

When Stripestar spoke, it was all Honeytail could do not to lose her own temper. She knew that getting angry was not going to win her argument. She swallowed.
“Don’t speak for the dead if you’re not a medicine cat, Stripestar” she meowed curtly, her eyes narrowing before she sighed and spoke more calmly, “For all you know, this peace may be what Pantherstar wants.”

It’s not working.

Honeytail sensed that Stripestar remained unconvinced. Any small breakthrough she made would only be wiped out by the intensity of the vengeance in her leader’s heart. Her tail flicked thoughtfully as Stripestar mused and quickly grasped onto an idea. If she couldn’t extinguish the feelings of revenge, perhaps she could control them. With the gathering rapidly approaching some sort of grounds needed to be laid before an impromptu battle occurred. She waved her tail enthusiastically as Stripestar finished thinking aloud, hurrying forward to interject.

“This is a time for recovery,” she stressed, “a time for thinking and planning. Like you said Stripestar, you have only been leader a short time. It may be slow and tiring but isn’t it worth consolidating Brookclan’s power and preparing ourselves? It’s not about waiting; it’s about preparation.” Honeytail paused, her eyes falling momentarily and her ears flattening somewhat sheepishly. “I may spend all my time trying to convince you all that peace is good,” she murmured, glancing at Tallstream as she spoke before waving her tail towards the border, “but I know full well that I have no power over Goldenclan’s actions. And if Spiderstar wants a war even half as badly as you two do, no words of mine can stop it. If Goldenclan have the nerve to come so close to our borders now, there’s a large chance they’ll resume the war anyway soon. But Brookclan,” Honeytail paused, her eyes widening and ears pricking in earnest, “Brookclan must NOT provoke this war. We must simply be ready.”

Honeytail stopped, her pale mossy eyes searching Stripestar’s incessantly.

“I will never oppose your decisions, Stripestar. I only advise what I think is best for Brookclan. I need to know you’ll trust me enough to hear me out with an open mind. Both of you,” she added, turning to face Tallstream.

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[• ruthie •]

t a l lstream

Stripestar was speaking, but Tallstream blocked him out. She had assured herself she was confident in showing her emotions around these two cats, but now that her words were hanging in the air, she was doubtful. She regretted it - she didn’t want them to know she was devastated by this! She needed to be only angry, to only want revenge. At the mention of her previous leader, more emotions were flooding into her body and muddling around, making her confused. Her tears were no longer threatening to fall, as she had forced herself to strengthen herself, however had not been able to move from her defensive stance since she exploded. Merely her tail swished uncontrollably and very angrily.

Her eyes went to Stripestar when he mused about the success of GoldenClan so far. Was he really re-thinking his opinions and position in this war? No! He couldn’t! Not after what he just asked Tallstream! She was eager to get his mind back on the correct track, but Honeytail spoke again, and her head snapped to her. The mentioning of her family, their friendly faces flashing in her mind, Tallstream closed her eyes to think. Honeytail knew what she was saying and perhaps had prepared for this. Tallstream always liked that about Honeytail, apart from when she was aiming it at herself.

And then she spoke of what Littlevole wanted. Tallstream wanted to claw at her, to deny that she knew what Littlevole even liked and disliked, but couldn’t. There was definitely a sense of truth behind her words. Littlevole was not a warrior, or perhaps not a good one at least. She despised the war, and yet fought valiantly because it was what BrookClan wanted. It was what a warrior did. She finally opened her eyes again, waiting while Honeytail spoke logically, doing her best to get through to them both. Once Honeytail had finished, Tallstream knew it was her chance to reply:

“Then it is no longer what Littlevole wants,” she spoke quietly, however her tone was strong enough, “It is about what I want. I can keep my family safe! I just want justice for what has happened to our Clan! Not just Littlevole; but everyone we lost!”

Now glad that she had gotten that out, the she-cat slowly sat down, trying to calm herself. She kept her eyes on Honeytail, thinking through what she had said before looking at Stripestar.

“I will listen, Honeytail. I will always listen to you,” she breathed out slowly, hoping to keep her wits about herself and not let out another emotional outburst, “But on this particular subject, you can never change my mind. I want war.”

words 447
tags stripestar&honeytail
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