Eclipsesun felt his heart began to beat quickly at the mention of battle. If there was one thing that really got his adrenaline pumping, it was battle. He had been looking for a good excuse to unsheathe his claws and do some damage. His orange eyes flashed with anticipation. I will sink my teeth into the throats of all the EastClan cats I can get my paws on, he thought.
"I was out," replied the warrior. "I was thinking about my situation with Sparkstorm. Please tell me that harlot queen has died of cough?" He added a laugh, but he was truly only half-joking. He turned away from Blackstorm, hoping that the deputy didn't take him seriously.
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Freezecloud looked at Poisonthorn through sad eyes. Destroy NorthClan? "Maybe not this battle," she mewed, saddened, then sighed. "But things will never be the same again." She closed her eyes. "No, this battle will destroy us. Scatterstar isn't going to stop at EastClan--next it will be SouthClan, then WestClan..." Freezecloud shook her head. She lowered her head in despair. "Oh, Poisonthorn, this is all my fault! If only StarClan would stop him! This never should have happened!" She sniffed, then looked back at Poisonthorn. "Scatterstar has not only waged war on all the Clans, but on StarClan as well... and what can we do?"
The impending potential destruction of the Clans at the claws of NorthClan filled Poisonthorn with a certain doubt. He was a brave cat, perhaps too brave, but he knew that NorthClan would never be able to go up against all the Clans. Scatterstar would lead them to their doom. Even going up against just EastClan was insane. They were the bigger Clan, and even though NorthClan had the element of surprise, they'd still be able to win.
He tried not to let any sign of weakness show. "We'll have to be our strongest in battle," he replied. "We'll have to find a way to be victorious. We can't stop the battle, we just have to make sure we can win." He still seemed slightly doubtful. NorthClan was outnumbered, any cat could see that. No matter how brilliant Scatterstar was at strategy, they were in for a terrible, bloody battle.
Crowbone followed Eclipsesun into the camp. He saw the cat immediately head over towards Blackstorm, and he heard the remark and he made about Sparkstorm. He looked up at the gray skies. All the whispers of war explained what was going on. He remembered their last leader, Pebblestar. She wouldn't have wanted any of this. However, Crowbone was a loyal Clan warrior. He would fight for his Clan if that's what it took. He was not opposed to the thrills of battle, but he did wonder if it was what was best for NorthClan. EastClan was large, and could potentially overtake them.
Hazelfeather stared out of the nursery. Her eyes were wide and blazing with fearful intensity. Not a war, not a battle, not any of this, she thought. She stepped backwards, nearly tripping over one of the nests. Her swollen belly prevented her from moving much, but she looked out with cowardice still.
The queen didn't want her Clan involved in a war that they could not win. Scatterstar was arrogant, to the point of losing his senses. She turned away, stomach churning. No, no, no, this can't happen. What if they make me fight? What will I do?
Owlflight winced as she heard the sudden commotion. Some seemed eager to start ripping flesh. Others were hesitant like herself. This will be a pointless war she thought mutinously. Scatterstar's arrogance will cost NorthClan AND EastClan dearly.
I am a loyal NorthClan warrior. But what is loyalty? I'm not loyal to wars. But does that make me disloyal? Owlflight padded around nervously trying to sense her clanmates' feelings about the situation.
Worked up, Owlflight padded up to Crowbone. "Do you believe in this battle?" she demanded, flicking her silvery tail in irritation.
Blackstorm tilted his head and laughed a little at Eclipsesun's remark. "Talking like that won't win you any friends with the she-cats, but I understand your situation," he meowed. He licked his paw casually. "No casual encounters without potential for offspring, hm?" He glanced towards the nursery and rolled his eyes at Hazelfeather's cowering.
"Give her something, she's at least got a little bit more spunk to her than some of the other queens," he meowed. "Of course, I suppose she's not really a queen anymore since your kits are all apprentices now. Did you know that? I doubt you've been paying enough attention to realize." He knew he was going to have to give Hazelfeather a talking to regarding her cowardice. He glared at her, assuring he was going to talk to her.
Crowbone was mildly startled by Owlflight's sudden and harsh question. He shrugged his shoulders. His tapered tail was lashing back and forth, bristled from the startle. "There's no gain without loss, I suppose," he meowed to her. "I don't think it's wise going up against the whole of EastClan, though. I'm not sure if our warriors can defeat them in battle." He lowered his voice, eyeing Blackstorm, who would no doubt have his tail if he heard his doubts. "I suppose I don't disbelieve in this battle, but I think there are better ways of going about it. Smaller attacks? Territory battles? Not an all-out war..." He was beginning to doubt if he knew exactly what to think of the whole thing. Still, he hoped he'd provided enough of an answer for Owlflight.
Owlflight scored her claws against the rock beneath her paws as she listened to Crowbone's explained his views on the war. Scatterstar's war. She sighed. "Sorry, but I don't know what to make of this. A simple talk with Ripplestar would suffice..." She drifted off, thinking that a mere conversation would not solve any Clans' problems. Especially Scatterstar's. "Where did the sudden desire to start a war come from anyway?" Owlflight meowed. "In the dead of leaf-bare, of all times?"
Yet, there was no point in questioning anything. Scatterstar had his mind made up. His word is Clan law. Anyone against his word would be branded as a traitor. This is how it will be.
Owlflight gave a hasty glance at Blackstorm. If the deputy knew what some of his warriors were discussing...
Hazelfeather scuttled back inside of the queens den when she saw Blackstorm looking at her with that look he gave. He was always so demanding, so commanding, and always had a harsh word for cats who seemed to be cowards. It's alright, it's alright, you're a queen and they won't make you fight, she meowed to herself. She shivered a little bit and backed up.
The warriors will do all the fighting. You only have to fight if EastClan manages to break into our camp after defeating our main ranks, she told herself. But then all is hopeless anyway. "May as well surrender," she blurted out. She suddenly looked around, hoping Blackstorm hadn't heard the one part of her thoughts that she stupidly said out loud.