(( I am going to do something to Bluebird later on.
And it's not going to be PRETTY.))
Riverstorm was able to restrain his anger when Fireblaze insulted his kits, shooting him daggers with his steel blue eyes. And when he mentioned the blue-tabby's deceased mother, he gave a warning hiss but still didn't do much beyond that.
"Maybe your mate should stop spreading rumors." Fireblaze said before leaving with Tinytiger. Riverstorm was disappointed that he hadn't had the time to smash the tom's muzzle into the dirt, the anger rushing through him in white hot flames.
He turned silently to leave alongside Ravensong, acknowledging Redear's request with a flick of his tail. Perhaps beating Q into the next moon would be a good outlet for the anger. The somali tom would have no idea what hit him. The blue-tabby let a sinister smirk pass over his features, his pace quickening.
Cloudpaw was suddenly next to her, and she couldn't remember when the she-cat had arrived. Stripedpaw blinked the tears out of her eyes, casting a morose look over her shoulder as she heard Silverheart approach. The silver medicine cat wouldn't react well to this, she was sure. Too many lives had been lost lately, really... The calico-tabby lie there next to Oak's corpse and tried to think of something happy. Ries... I have to be strong for her when I get back. I can't go back all a mess... I don't know what'd she think of me. If she'd be worried... She sighed, feeling the hollow space in her throat. Yes. Stay strong.
"So, what was it like?" Leopardpaw asked, her voice laced with the barest hint of curiosity. Ivorythorn tensed, digging her claws into the ground, ceasing her circling.
"What was what like?" She asked hesitantly when Leopardpaw didn't elaborate.
"You know, watching your own mother die. Was it fun?"
One line. That's all it took for every ounce of self restraint to leave her. Maybe Leopardpaw was right about Ivorythorn's temper. With savage yowl she pounced at her foe, claws outstretched and her fangs bared, snapping furiously. If Leopardpaw didn't move, she would bring the ocelot to the ground with the sheer force of her weight.
"The only cat I'd enjoy watching die is you!" Behind her blazing eyes, images of her mother choking on her last few breaths were flashing in her head. At that moment, she realized something. She regretted killing her mother, that much was certain. But she resented Redear for making her.
Wrong, A voice in her head chimed. She didn't make you do anything.
It was right. It was her fault. She was only brushing the responsibility off her shoulders and dumping it on Redear instead. The very thought sent another wave of guilt through her. So it wasn't Redear she resented. She hated herself for killing Rainfrost, even though she shouldn't, nevermind the fact that there was no other option. She could't betray Redear.
While her mind descended into turmoil and crumbled, hot tears trembled in her eyes. She was barely aware of her foe. A mistake, since she was now very much vulnerable.
He was about to say more to the slightly older she-cat, but he heard pawsteps. Of course, as soon as he'd ventured out of that hellhole was when Stormclan decided to return. He could only detect a set of two pawsteps, and he could guess who one of them was. Q could tell simply by the heavy, crushing paws that firmly depressed the ground. He turned to the calico and breathed in sharply, "He's coming." He muttered, mind working at this new predicament. What to do?
Songfeather's ears perked, a flash of fear showing in her eyes. She could see the calculating look in Q's eyes as he fixed his gaze on the ground. If she was in Stormclan, then there was only one cat that could have been approaching... She pulled her ears back on her head when Q stepped closer to her.
"You should go," He said, seemingly hesitant, "Forgive me, but he isn't going to be happy to see you." Songfeather winced a bit. Q said 'he' like it was a name that you should run away really fast from.
So she did.
Q watched the obviously frightened she-cat scurry away, feeling sorry for her. If things had occured differently, he would have helped her, somehow...
"Q, you filthy kittypet." Came Riverstorm's sharp-tongued greeting. The somali tom sent the now visible blue-tabby a way sideways glance, not even bothering to reply or spit some pithy comeback. The Stormclan deputy stormed over and had him on the ground in under a few seconds. Q didn't resist in the slightest. Riverstorm had his paw against his neck. Q noticed the blood staining the tom's front paws and knew that there must have been some kind of big fight.
"You're in big trouble for letting our prisoner out," Riverstorm gloated, smirking.
"Oh really," Q replied uselessly, sarcastically, knowing that a beating was unavoidable. It didn't occur to him to run away along with the calico she-cat back there. "I was looking forward to seeing that turkish vann, but you'll have to do."
He received a rouch bite to his left ear for his troubles.
