Shadow That Dances at Night
"Are you forgetting that I was a victim to Tempest as well? All of us were taken care of by Turtle when we were beaten and left to die under Tempest's claws. If he is violent enough to hurt me, then he definitely has it in him to kill a kit. Do you not see the scratches and bites that I have?" he stated with a reasonable explanation, turning to show the gashes in his pelt that still oozed blood. "Furthermore, where is your proof? You could say the same to us, but we are wearing our proof. These injuries are real." It had been Turtle's idea to inflict the wounds on themselves to frame Tempest even farther.
Shadow smirked at Fire's comment, shrugging his shoulders at the rude retort. It had always been in his favor to handle dangerous situations with an eerie calm. "Speaking of which, is there anyone that can help with these scratches?" Shadow peered down at those below, seeking out the glances that would give away the cats he was looking for.
Tags: Raven, Turtle, Fire, Fox + Rain
Eye of the Eerie Tempest
Tempest strode alongside Spirit, keeping silent for the time being. His tail drug in the sand for a while before he realized that he needed to stay hopeful for the younger cats accompanying them. He did not want them worrying about his safety after they left him on the isle as an outcast. Tempest needed them to focus on their training and setting examples for Night's kits whom would be growing up in a contaminated environment.
Tempest looked up once Crow broke the silence, sorrow filling his golden gaze. The sadness weighed him down, pushing on his shoulders to the point where he just wanted to lay down and rest. He shook his head slowly in response, knowing that it would be unlikely for him to return as long as Shadow was in control. Many cats in the tribe probably still blamed him for Moon's death, and the only way to solve that issue was to get concrete evidence against Turtle.
"Don't worry about me, Crow. I need you to stay strong for Flower, Tide, and Minnow. When Night's kits become apprentices, it will be your job to guide them on the right path." Tempest commented in a melancholy, but hopeful, tone of voice. He had confidence in Crow to voice her own opinion, even when it was not the popular one.
"As for Shadow, from what I can tell, he is manipulative. Many will stray with his convincing arguments, and it is up to you all to defend me and the true nature of the tribe." Tempest was more-so worried about leaving the tribe in such a state than the fact he would soon be by himself on an isle rarely explored.
Tags: Spirit, Gaze, Crow, Flower, Fire
Flower That Blooms in Shade
"Let's go!" she piped up cheerfully once Crow was done rolling in the lavender. The scent was much more bearable now. The she-cat bounced along with a cheerful demeanor, not duly realizing the seriousness of the patrol. It would not become reality to her until she saw Tempest on Outcast Isle with high tide blocking his path back home. Until that moment came, it was merely an exciting adventure for her.
Tags: Crow, Tempest, Gaze
Stream Where Small Fish Swim
Stream knew very little about Swashbuckler. It was always the tale she heard as a kit about "be good or you'll be eaten up by one of Swashbuckler's followers". In her limited knowledge of it, Arcadia was the good while Swashbuckler was the bad; therefore, why would anyone willingly follow the evil entity without a reason? What was the reason if there was one -- other than power that is. "Something must be done . . ."
Tags: Sunrise