bloodlines [thrush x fawn]

[Pyro]

Spottedkit and Patchkit were getting so old now...it wouldn't be long before they were made into apprentices. Usually they followed her out of the nursery when she went to the prey pile, so that they could pick their favorites, but a day of tricks and pranks had left them tired and dozing. Fawnstep smiled as she thought of their sleeping faces. They looked so peaceful, so innocent. There was not a single cat in FogClan, she was sure, who would do well as their mentor. Not a single cat who she wouldn't be on the verge of killing within a day. It seemed pessimistic of her to think such, but how could she not? All the warriors save for a spare, spare few like Otterclaw, were completely wrapped up in the new regime. Mentors handed out punishments daily, biting and scratching their apprentices without mercy. Fawnstep didn't like them, much less the cats that were available to take apprentices on. The she-cat grimaced as she thought of arrogant Thrushflower. No. She would vehemently oppose that cat should Volepelt pick her. Fawnstep selected a squirrel from the pile and found a place near the nursery to eat it. She was just about to dig in when she caught a very emaciated-looking apprentice watching her. Her eyes hardened. How could any decent cat starve a child? She motioned for the apprentice to come over. "There's more than enough here that I can share. Unlike some cats." speaking [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

"There's more than enough here that I can share. Unlike some cats." Thrushflower had been simply padding by, her own agenda briefly stinted as she heard this comment made by none other than Fawnstep. The filthy mutt. She meant to insult her, as well. Born a kittypet, then turned rogue and finally she decided to stop her very...weird life as a Clan cat. Thrushflower scoffed at this stupidity. Leaving to save her worthless kittypet kits? And turn them into rogues? Idiotic. Then this she-cat had the nerve to become a Clan cat. Giving birth to...Thrushflower wasn't sure what to call Patchkit and Spottedkit. Yes, they were born in the Clan...but in the name of Starclan, could they be anymore annoying? "Fawnstep, and just what exactly do you think your attempting to do? Has everyone else been fed? I don't think so. Therefore this....apprentice," she said the last word with as much mockery as she could,"Will have to wait. We warriors don't share food with undeserving cats like them. Of anyone, I at least thought you would remember the rules, regardless if you actually follow them." was she insulting Fawnstep? Yes. Was she cold-hearted and vicious? At times, but this cat just didn't want to listen. One of these days she would have to pay for her rebellious behaviors. Why not today? Rebellion. She laughed at the term. Were any of these cats really fighting against them? No. Even if they did, all they would receive in exchange was pain and misery. For disobeying the law, it was a just punishment. A few cats could disagree, but did their measly opinions matter? Of course not! Believing that the Council Members were wrong was saying that Volepelt was wrong. And that was just sin in it's most common nature! Sure, they had added a few things to the Code. But, she didn't feel it was that big of a change. Only improvements had come from it. More cats were put in their place, right where they belonged. Up next on her long list of cats she felt deserved punishment? Well, Fawnstep had just booted herself up to top of the list. [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Pyro]

And just like that the apprentice was gone, off like a shot to make himself seem useful. Fawnstep watched him speed off, sadness filling her eyes. He was a child. A child. Barely out of kithood. It was so easy to imagine he was one of her own kits. Bill. Charlie. Percival. Patchkit. Spottedkit. And the thought of her own kits going through that...being beaten down and starved...and the thought that her own kits would indeed soon be put through that...replaced the sadness in her eyes with a cold fury. How dare she. How dare that conniving, arrogant, badger treat mere children like they were the dirt beneath her feet. How dare she act like she was something else, some sort of high cat better than all but her leader. To hell with her council member status. TO. HELL. WITH IT. Fawnstep rose to Thrushflower's challenging eyes, her copper ones locking with the opposing she-cat's blue. Just look at her. The way she's looking at me. Like I have no right to be here. Like I haven't hunted for this clan. Like I haven't helped raise its kits. Like I haven't given my own to fight for it. Like she thinks I'm going to let her treat my kits or anyone else's as anything less than the cats they are. Because that apprentice that just ran away. And all the apprentices that walked about like meek mice. They were not dirt. They were cats. "I'm sorry." she smiled: something as fake as the smile Thrushflower wore now. "But I just thought that children took precedence over well fed adults. I just thought...no. I know that a starving child is more deserving of a meal than a bunch of bullies high on the sick joy they get from pushing other cats around. And for what? StarClan? You think your oh-so-benevolent and kind ancestors enjoy seeing you injure your own clanmates for making mistakes? If anyone needs a sinwound I think it's you, Thrushflower." Fawnstep's sides heaved and she seethed in front of Thrushfoot. Her smile had gradually dissipated as she spoke until her face revealed all the absolute fury she felt right now. And it. Was. Fury. Some tossed around the word like it was a decoration: something to dress up your words in. They'd obviously never felt what Fawnstep felt now. They'd obviously never been a mother with their kits' safety on the line. And no, Fawnstep didn't just mean her own bundles of joy, Spottedkit, and Patchkit. At this moment she considered all the young cats to be her children. And damn it, she was going to show the rest of the warriors in the clan what it meant to protect. "That apprentice is a whole lot better than you'll ever be. And do you know why?" What precious few cats that were left in camp watched the exchange warily from the sides. Either too scared of the council members to speak up with Fawnstep, or silently egging Thrushflower on to punish this sinner. "Because he doesn't spend his days looking for reasons in injure his own clanmates." speaking [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

She smirked as the apprentice fled, the fear in his eyes music to her ears. He was feeling exactly what he should be: all out terror. Apprentices were nothing more than tools. Once they actually deserved to earn their title, then they would get it. Not before, or after. The other Clans, she thought to herself, should think of using this method. Why? Because half their warriors were no greater than badger dung. And that wasn't only just because of their filthy blood. Of course, blood always played a vital part in how any cat turned out. Like the foolish rebels in Fogclan. Sure, some were Clan-born. Others were not. Like this imbecile in front of her. Fawnstep. She eye-rolled at the name. And now what was the mouse-bile filled cat claiming? She was accusing her of disloyalty against Starclan? How dare she! Order was not without loyalty. Being called disloyal was something she would not stand for! No one could claim she was such a foul word. As she considered what to do to this piece of dung, Thrushflower heard something made her draw the line. Speaking out? Saying that Thrushflower herself deserved one of those petty wounds only worthless pieces of--no. She could not fall to this pathetic cat's level. If she didn't, she would be no better than Fawnstep. And, that was something she already knew she was. Okay....starting to get her calm back. The smile was beginning to creep back onto her face again. Things would be fi--. "Because he doesn't spend his days looking for reasons in injure his own clanmates." her eyes grew larger and then turned to slits. This cat was saying exactly what Thrushflower had feared she was. A crazed lunatic. What must be done? Her mind was already coming up with thousands of ways to make this piece of badger-dung in her place. But first, to get back at her through words. They were the single greatest weapon, were they not? Either way, pissing off Fawnstep a little before beating her justly would be a great pleasure. "Oh, that stupid apprentice? He still has time to be molded into a great addition to the Clan. You, however, never had any chance. And you know why?" she growled slightly hysterically. "Your nothing Fawnstep. Not because your blood, that does make you already trash, but do you truly know why? You wish to raise your stupid kits to be just like you. A word of advice: those flea-bitten monsters shall never be considered Clan cats. And you know why? Because your their mother." she hissed, that grin ever-present on her face. Once, she had been a beauty, now all she was was a monstrosity. [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Pyro]

It was somewhat satisfying watch the fury play across Thrushflower's face. The indignation...that false calmness that was little more than a mask, Fawnstep was sure. The silence that had followed the mother's tirade was deafening. You could hear a pin drop as everyone held their breath, waiting for what the council member would do in the face of such impertinence. There was some disappointment as Thrushflower chose words over blows, but they were sure that the blows would not be long in coming. But it was a toss up now as to who would be the first she-cat to pounce. A whole new level of rage was burning in Fawnstep. A whole. New. Level. Like, there was rage, but this was rage. Thrushflower could insult her all day and Fawnstep couldn't give a rat's ass about it. But her kits? Her kits? Put the drawbridge up and ready the canons. Mamma cat was on the loose and she was mad as a bull and spitting like a snake. "Don't. You. Dare talk about my kits like that you dirt-scrapping daughter of a badger-ass wench. You can insult me, you can insult my blood, my mate, the cat that just walks. By. Me. But you do not insult my babies." she hissed. "I'm going to make you wish you'd never crawled out of whatever hellish pig-pen you came from." Fawnstep pounced for Thrushflower. The goal: beat her senseless. The plan: beat her senseless. She may have been a queen, but Fawnstep was still quite the capable warrior. And once her paws touched Thrushflower there would be no going back. There would be no walking away. speaking [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

"Temper, temper." Thrushflower said sweetly, her claws unsheathed. She found this was exactly what she wanted done. Fawnstep had been an annoyance from day one, and if she wanted a fight, then that was exactly what she would receive from Thrushflower. It was easier to punish when a cat feared her, but fighting this particular cat? An offer she just simply couldn't refuse. It involved the two things Thrushflower had always wanted to make Fawnstep feel. Pain and misery. Both would be exactly what this flea-bitten piece of dung would need. The queen had gone right into her trap, like a bug to a web. Needless to say(though she never would admit this) she was slightly shocked that Fawnstep looked ready to kill her. All she had done was speak the truth. Thrushflower thought how horribly ironic it was that Fawnstep was so protective of her kits, and yet more then half of them didn't even want to stay with her. "Oh, and Fawnstep? I'm sure none of your Dark Forest-damned kits wouldn't mind me doing this. I mean, two became rogues and the other a kittypet? It's like you were born to breed filth." she smirked at this, her eyes glinted with a dark hatred. No other thoughts filled her head except one: make Fawnstep feel the most possible pain. If that lead to death, well, who's to say she didn't deserve it? Thrushflower's eyes had a new kind of look to them, not rage, but hysterical joy. She enjoyed this sort of thing. As she began to ready herself to lunge, Thrushflower purred malevolently to herself. One last dig. Just for the fun of it. "Perhaps once your gone, maybe I'll apprentice one of your lovely kits and make them the very thing you despise." she narrowed her eyes, and lunged. [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Pyro]

"Dark Forest?" she pat. "Don't give me that tat." Fawnstep drew herself up as Thrushflower insisted on talking about her kits. "I won't fault them for those choices, and you've no right to." Her eyes narrowed. How did such a cat manage to claw her way to the top? She had to be insufferable, even by Volepelt's standards. And she sincerely doubted that Rowanheart, who like her was raising two kits on his own, would approve of such harshness toward youths. Youths who would one day become the lifeblood of the clan. From them came the future leaders, medicine cats, and warriors, no matter what they're breeding. And Thrushflower was sure one to talk. "I suppose you'd know all about what rogues are like and how they measure up to tossbag clancats like yourself, having been one, eh, you loathsome little hypocrite. How dare you talk about my sons like that when you and your rogue mother followed just the same path. But obviously it wasn't so bad when you were a rogue. Think you're little miss perfect do you?" Thrushflower's lunge was sudden, but expected. It was exactly what Fawnstep had been trying to goad her into. The mother sidestepped easily, her paw flashing out to trip the council member as she passed. Once Thrushflower was down the wailing would truly begin. [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

Thrushflower hissed at the term rogue. Arrogant badger-dung. And of course this idiot had to cross the line even further. Mentioning her....heritage. She hid it for a reason. Told herself she was really just Clan-born. But this she-cat wanted to dance? Thrushflower would be all more than willing to destroy her. "Ungrateful little freaks! That's what you and your children are! You know something? I've always hated kits, apprentices, young cats in general. Why, you ask? Their disobedient and need fierce punishment so they can be taught anything at all. And here you are! Your just the same!" she yowled as she skidded about 2 tail-lengths passed Fawnstep. Thrushflower began to purr. It was a tactic she normally saved for cats from other Clans when she was fighting them. But, Fawnstep was annoying the hell out of her and, why not? Thrushflower looked at her in contempt, and was shocked to see her glowering at her. She spit in disgust. This normally threw cats off guard, but this she-cat was in her Clan and knew her tricks. She narrowed her eyes and growled. She knew(however much she resented this fact) Fawnstep wasn't one to be messed with. But why not? She was a piece of filth to Thrushflower, so she had to be dealt with. Then....Fawnstep said something that completely threw her into a fit of rage. "I.....I....was barely even a rogue! Don't you ever mention my heritage again, you badger-ass!" she screeched, leaping at her again. That disgusting she-cat would pay for breathing a word of her heritage. No one was to speak of it! No. One. Least of all her! Thrushflower had been a rogue for maybe 3 moons! She had not willingly been one! Fawnstep had been a kittypet and then had decided to delude herself to believe she could be a rogue! The worst thing she had ever done was become a Clan cat! Her blood was tainted! She was full of filth and coruption! Thrushflower would not stand for this! [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Pyro]

"My children are fine cats who know what they want in life. Bill, Charlie, and Percy may not be clan cats like Spottedkit and Patchkit, but they still have the love of their mother. I wouldn't want them here anyway, with cats like you. she hissed, but an odd calm was coming over her. "You're an insufferable badger of a woman, and it's a good thing you don't like kits. You'd ruin any you had." Fawnwhisker was still glaring at the she-cat as Thrushflower turned around, and felt a grim sort of satisfaction at how easy it was to rile her. The whole thing was easy. It was as if Thrushflower wanted to fight as much as she did. A smile touched her muzzle as Thrushflower spat. It was a mark of how unsettled the opposing she-cat was, if she was resorting to things she normally reserved for cats of other clans. The pale ginger and white mother crouched down as the council member screamed her rage at her; apparently Thrushflower didn't like to be reminded of her past. Fawnstep, at the very least, could be proud of her past: without it she would not have Arthur, wherever he might be, or her kits. Thrushflower, however, had a past that would forever mark her as a hypocrite. It was everything she seemed to hate: a rogue coming to 'taint' FogClan. The enraged she-cat bore down on Fawnstep, hissing and spitting up a storm. Fawnstep, though held steady, and when at last Thrushflower pounced, she rolled with her attack, lessening the damage done. Because she didn't dodge, she was now within beat-down distance of the she-cat and she matched Thrushflower scratch for scratch bite for bite, tearing into her like a demon possessed. Oddly enough though, Fawnstep still felt that weird calm. It had spread all over her body now and allowed her to keep her head despite the feral growls and relentless attack. Perhaps this was because she was finally doing more than just talking. She was doing more than just taking whatever punishment was handed down. She was doing what she wanted to do, and it felt right. [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

Thrushflower just laughed as Fawnstep returned every blow she threw at her. The kit comment? May as well be true! Kits disgusted her, why hide the fact? Why? Her real blood would just taint her already diminished Clan! And, they all knew it had enough of that milling about. "Why deny? Kits and I just don't get along. Apprentices? If they are obedient and listen to every single thing I say. Step a toe out of line? Well....I just hope your two runts are done with their idiotic shenanigans by the time their made to apprentices. Otherwise...well, we shall all have a fun time with those two, won't we?" she hissed coldly. Her expectations were this high for several reasons. Keeping the new warriors in their places, and just to piss off Fawnstep. She saw the rhythm the badger-face was getting into, and she was getting into her own little demented one as well. If the she-cat actually listened was a whole other story. Thrushflower was cocky and conceited, however. Her own voice gave her a false empowerment over others. Moons ago Thrushflower may have known when to quit while she was ahead, but that had been a different cat all together. Now, she enjoyed others misery, as long as she was perfectly fine and got to watch from the sidelines. With her claws extended, Thrushflower hissed at Fawnstep and leapt for her. For sunrise after sunrise she had wanted to just rake her face off for her insolence. And, today she was finally given the chance to do just that. But, she had never assumed the kittypet gone rogue would actually be a decent fighter when this angry. She blocked her blow easily. Thrushflower narrowed her eyes at this. Fawnstep felt as though this gave her a sense of self-worth, did it? Well, then, time to show her how truly wrong that was. It was a perfect plan. The little vermin had already wandered out of the safe adobe of the Nursery. Probably worried for their mother. How cute. It was as if they were the flies and she was the spider, slowly spinning her web. Excellent analogy. Ever so slowly, she crept closer to the kits, not making it too bearably obvious. If she was noticed, Fawnstep would leap at her before she even got the chance to swipe one of the kits. Instead, she made it look as though she was padding around, preparing to leap again. Oh, she was definitely getting ready to crouch and lunge. Just not at whom Fawnstep most likely assumed she was going to grab at. Right before spinning around and collecting one of the kits, Thrushflower decided to smirk at the ginger and white queen, just to show her again, that Thrushflower was superior to her. Not just from blood. She leapt, spun and collected the kit that she assumed was Patchkit, from his various splotches of orange on his mostly white pelt. Thrushflower purred loudly as she held him up by the neck by her paw. He squirmed, and she hissed at him, forcing him quiet. Annoying little pest! Patchkit apparently saw her disdain and decided to try to claw his way out. This was a very big mistake. He caught her fur and ripped at it. She yowled in agitation and set him down, now holding him against the ground by her two front paws. She leaned down close to him, and whispered in his ear. "Mommy won't save you, now will she? No, little freak, because Thrushflower is about to make sure you never earn you apprentice title." she purred. This startled the kit and he squealed in terror. Thrushflower smiled at this, triumphant. Killing a kit? A possibility. Worth it for the look on Fawnstep's face. "So, almighty Momma cat, going to rescue your filth? Or, shall I dispose of him and make all of Fogclan just a bit cleaner. Maybe once he's dead, Spottedkit can go join him in the Dark Forest and be forever lost, hungry and alone. Filled with this thought: their mother wouldn't save them. She was a coward. And you know what I'll do then? Throw in your life as well. You can join them, and they can hate you. Moral of the story? If born of dung, stay in the dung pile. Otherwise you get hurt by cats of true worth." she hissed coldly, holding the still struggling kit in her firm grasp, anticipating for whatever wrath would be brought down upon her by Fawnstep. Had to be good. She'd angered her this much. Throw in her kits lives? Too good to pass by. [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Glowy]

[bg=0c131f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Tawnywhisker had been having a very pleasant day thus far. She'd woken up, gone on a brisk dawn patrol by herself, had corrected an errant apprentice or two, and had even had time to groom herself for a bit, a luxury she had nearly forgotten. It made her feel so invigorated to be doing things to further the cause of her clan! Every little bit helped, from keeping cats in line to making sure there was enough for everybody to eat. Speaking of food, Tawnywhisker had been noticing that hunger was more visibly apparent in her clanmembers as of late. Some of them were noticeably slimmer than they had been a moon ago. There must be a lot of rule breakers in FogClan. The fresh-kill pile reflected Green-Leaf abundance, and yet some FogClanners were starving. Volepelt and the rest of the Council would say that they were starving both spiritually and physically, lacking both in faith and in self-control. That was why they were not allowed to eat, among other reasons of being inferior and the like. But, recently, Tawnywhisker had begun to detect a slight hint of a doubt in her mind, especially after the admission of Thrushflower to the Council. Thrushflower, in her limited experience, was a few steps beyond a fanatic and often let her personal beliefs get in the way of serving her clan well. The Council was supposed to look after the best interest of FogClan, so why would they tolerate a cat such as Thrushflower? Enraged screeches caused her ears to prick up. A couple of cats were getting very upset across camp, and it was the job of a Council Member to intervene. For StarClan's sake, couldn't FogClan go a single day without some disturbance? A slight sigh escaped her lips as she picked herself up. Business as usual, that was all this would be. It was probably just a couple of unruly apprentices getting themselves all worked up over nothing. Tawnywhisker's purposeful stride across camp cut off any questions and prevented any inquisitive souls from investigating the sound themselves. This was Council business. Her blood ran cold, then hot, when she saw who was causing the trouble. Thrushflower. She'd probably gone on one of her blood rants again, and had insulted Fawnstep, who had proven to be a valuable member of the clan and a loyal warrior. Before she had a chance to speak up and stop this nonsense, one of Fawnstep's poor, innocent kits stumbled out of the nursery and straight into Thrushflower's grasp. When Thrushflower began to make threats on Patchkit's life, Tawnywhisker just about lost it. Her calm face began to crack with the twitch of a lip, and she had to take a deep breath to chill the boiling blood that seared her body with anger. How. Dare. She. Patchkit was innocent of any wrongdoing! And Fawnstep had committed no crime! The injustice was staggering. "Thrushflower,"

[/b] she intoned levelly, approaching the battling she-cats with her head held high, "Put that kit down. Now. I'm ashamed of you. The Council does not punish anybody for having come from a non-clan background. You, of all cats, ought to know better. Your actions today have been beyond disgusting,"[/b] she bit out, curling her lip.

"Fawnstep has ever been a loyal and valuable member of FogClan. She has been in no trouble with the Council, and here you are, making threats on her life with no basis other than her background. We do not judge a clanmember based on their past, Thrushflower. Apologize to her and her child this instant, and I'll consider not reporting this to Volepelt."[/b] There. That had been fairly easy, like dealing with a misbehaving kit. No, easier than that. It was like squashing a troublesome spider beneath her paw. Oh, Tawnywhisker was furious still, but, as usual, she hid it. Her personal feelings would be of no interest to her clanmembers. An objective stance was always the most useful when dealing with problems of any sort. The only clue she gave to suggest that she was not in her normal state of mind was a slow blink.

Perhaps Thrushflower would report her to Volepelt instead, for interfering with her mission, but she didn't care. The Council was there to make sure that FogClanners obeyed StarClan's laws, and to encourage them to reach for new heights of personal purity. It had nothing to do with their blood, but their souls. The two things were not connected. Blood did not promise you a spot in StarClan nor did it deny one to you- it was all about your adherence to the Code. Murdering in cold blood was against the Code, and if that could send you to the depths of the Dark Forest, how much further into despair would murdering your own clanmates send you?

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[Pyro]

Thrushflower's reply did not surprise Fawnstep, oddly enough. It was hard to imagine Thrushflower having her own kits and even harder to imagine her raising them. She didn't have much time to dwell on such matters though, as the council member returned her attack with every bit of curiosity as her. It seemed she wasn't the only one you had been waiting to sink her claws into someone she hated. An eerie rhythm developed, and while at first Fawnstep felt the painful sting of Thrushflower's claws as they dug mercilessly into her flesh, she was soon able to dodge the opposing she-cat with ease. She twitched to the side to avoid a swipe at her face, and stepped back a few paces. The other she-cat had also backed up some as well, but it surely wouldn't be long before the distance that was developing between them was shortened once more in another clash. Fawnstep glanced to the side at the nursery, where her two kits had joined the other cats in camp in staring at the vicious affair of her fight. She motioned for them to return to the nest, but as per their nature they didn't listen. Why. Why couldn't they listen just this once? They didn't need to see their mother in such a state, and neither did they need to hear the foulmouthed raving of crazed Thrushflower. A blur of white and brown registered in the corner of her vision, and she whipped her head around to search for Thrushflower's next attack. What she saw though was...it stopped her cold. Fawnstep felt winded. Cold. Horrified. Thrushflower was threatening her kits. Had she gone completely mad? Her kits. Her kits. That arrogant badger....that...there were no words that could encompass the entirety of what Thrushflower was. Fawnstep's rage returned, the flames fanned by the age old instinct of mothers: protection of their kits. The mother growled, her eyes narrow slits. "It's going to be alright Patchkit, just stay calm. mommy's not going to let her hurt you." Her next words were for Thrushflower. "Put him down you spiteful little bitch or I swear on my mother's grave that I will tear your throat out." She would have done it too if Tawnywhisker hadn't chose that time to interfere. Fawnstep felt a rush of gratitude toward the other council member. Thrushflower might never listen to her, Fawnstep that is, no matter how many threats she made on the she-cat's life and limbs. If she was a twoleg she'd hug Tawnywhisker, she was so- wait. Wait, wait, wait. Thushflower had to apologize? She had threatened Patchkit's life and all she had to do was apologize? And she might not even have to deal any consequences? What kind of screwed up bs was that? The she-cat hissed, all gratefulness vanishing from her features and mind. Thrushflower had to pay. "No. No. I could care less if that badger apologized to me OR my kit. She won't mean it. This will be reported and Thrushflower will be treated just like any other warrior would be if they threatened to kill a kit. The council and Volepelt will give me justice or I'll take this matter into my own paws. She is not going to get away with the trauma she's just put Patchkit through with just a slap on the paw." [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

As soon as the long-haired white and tabby cat's eyes met Tawnywhisker's, Thrushflower knew she had to stop this behavior at once. Regardless of the fact the calico cat's blood was dirtier than her own. Saying that, though, would surely get her into more trouble than she had already landed herself into already. Now, it may be peculiar to some why she went after Fawnstep so whole-heartily. The truth? Deep down she was a scaredy-cat afraid of losing her authority. Thrushflower had gotten used to it, and it leaving her now would most certainly tear her apart. Insulting Fawnstep was a way to still let her inner anger towards filth out, but not at fellow Council Members. Why, if she did that, Volepelt himself would be going after her. Which was not something she needed. The fellow Council Member spoke up, and got a dig in at her. Thrushflower hid her contempt at this. Perhaps she was getting better at not attacking cats whenever they mentioned her blood. Or that amount of sheer insanity was not in her right now. After all, Thrushflower had just fought then threatened a kit. That tired a poor cat out. She composed her face, ready to start up an act she had mastered. A look of shame hit her as she realized that she was still holding the poor kit down, and she let him go. He probably ran back to his mother, she didn't notice. Thrushflower was too busy paying attention to every word Tawnywhisker said next. Looking interested. Pah, what an act. "Fawnstep has ever been a loyal and valuable member of FogClan. She has been in no trouble with the Council, and here you are, making threats on her life with no basis other than her background. We do not judge a clanmember based on their past, Thrushflower. Apologize to her and her child this instant, and I'll consider not reporting this to Volepelt." Considering not ratting her out? Fine. She would only for the fact Volepelt might not know. Her reputation was already being tarnished because of other things that had gotten out about her. Thrushflower didn't care for much of anything, but order, leadership and blood. Sometimes that last one just might need to be forgotten. For the moment. No matter what she would never drop that one. Just hide it from the world. Letting her anger deepen couldn't cause that much damage. Just as she was about to make a sincere apology, that idiot cat had the nerve to speak up. Of course. "No. No. I could care less if that badger apologized to me OR my kit. She won't mean it. This will be reported and Thrushflower will be treated just like any other warrior would be if they threatened to kill a kit. The council and Volepelt will give me justice or I'll take this matter into my own paws. She is not going to get away with the trauma she's just put Patchkit through with just a slap on the paw." How amusing, the mother leaping and ready for action. Just as any should. Not that her mother ever gave a badger's behind if she did. Which is she envied every little kit up to every warrior who had their parents. The monsters. Why had they deserved actual parents when she hadn't? The world wasn't fair, but why couldn't it be to her? "So, by own paws, are you suggesting you sentencing me to death or whatever in Starclan's name you would do to me? I believe that is Code-breaking as well. I will admit I am something of a monster, but that would make you no better than me. Think of your kits, surely you wouldn't want them to follow by that example, now would you?" she said as sweetly as ever, a smile traced across her face. The truth was the truth. And, maybe(perhaps, I hope in the name of Starclan you aren't assuming this) that Thrushflower might not want her fate brought down to these kits. She could think their mother was worthless. The she-cat did, but she would never insult the kits. The whole death thing was to peeve off the mother. See how she would react. And....seeing how she did, Thrushflower was even more jealous of these kits. They didn't even know what the glorious thing they had was. A real mother. Somehow a mother who(regardless of blood) treated them as a queen should. Loving, and would do anything to protect them. Which made her all the more hateful of Fawnstep and her kits. They had a connection. Fawnstep would never leave her kits for dead. Thrushflower's mother, Thorn, had. She didn't love her, care for her or even acknowledge the fact that she existed. And here this filthy kitt-rouge-Clan whatever was raising and caring for her kittens more than either of Thrushflower's parents did. It all came back to blood. Her mother had always been a rogue. Her father always a kitty-pet. Maybe you had to be a disgusting mixture of everything to be a good parent. Then why were the queens in the Clan so loving of their kits? They were pure blood. That was enough of an answer for her. The others? Like Fawnstep? Maybe if your blood was as toxic as her's it made a good mother. Certainly not a good believer, or a good Clan cat, but definitely a good mother. Her logic is skewered, she makes no sense, and yet her logic is the only thing Thrushflower understands. Good mother's are pure or filth. Good Clan cats are pure-blood. Cats with mixed like her have no place in the Clan. Corruption. Then why in Starclan's name was she there? Power. Thrushflower was as power-hungry as you could get. [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]