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Bloodyhearts had been trying to sleep. There wasn't much to do in prison besides just lay there and feel bad about yourself anyway, so he may as well spend his spare time in his dreams, which were almost always lucid and a great pleasure compared to reality. But, alas, someone yowled outside and disrupted his rest, followed by a series of more screaming and then the tell-tale sounds of fighting. The red-furred tom perked up - had his followers come to save their true High Priest!? - and tried to make his way to the exit only to be barred by some extremely devoted guard.
"Blast it..." He murmured and padded back to his quarters and sitting down, tail-tip twitching like crazy. He daydreamed about what best case scenario would be but eventually grew bored and began to pick at his claws. It didn't take long for the fighting to die down and what followed was an eerie, but short-lived, silence... that is, until a commotion at the entrance of the prison caught his attention.
Everything was going as planned, and Shule didn't fight being led into the prison. Of course, she didn't entirely anticipate being shoved forward harshly at the last moment, the Regime Commander losing her footing slightly and stumbling ungracefully forward, a faint growl in her throat as she ended up crashing into Bloodyheart, and sending the pair of them tumbling to the ground, the Commander blinking slowly as she registered who it was she'd ended up stuck in prison, her eyes visibly freezing over as she recognized Bloody.
Bloodyhearts hissed and backed away from Shule on reflex. It was sort of pathetic but understandable once the Commander got a good look at him: His fur was dull and matted in places and, despite the fluff, his ribs were visible. He looked as if a strong wind could knock him over and, even though Shule was clearly wounded, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against her. Heck, even on his best and he worse, he wouldn't win.
So, to save his own skin, he'd have to talk his way out of this... too bad he wasn't near as good at manipulation as he thought we was.
"Your friends turned their back on you, too? Or did you just lose the battle the old fashioned way? I find it hard to believe that the amazing Commander Shule would ever pick a fight she didn't know she would win. Seems you either misjudged WinterClan or the Regime isn't quite as strong as you thought they were."
Gingersnap lifted her head up from where she had been resting. She had a better deal than Bloodyhearts after she was able to meet with Wintrystar directly. During the day her loyalty would be tested by training Warmpaw, then towards the evening she would have to return back to the prison. That wasn't the entire deal though... But that was what she told Bloodyhearts and anyone else who asked how she was able to be free during the day.
"Oh wow, is that the Regime commander?" Gingersnap asked, looking her over, "I guess my bet would be off, if I had bet who would win in a fight it would have been Commander Shule, not Wintrystar, but I guess not."
For once Bloodyhearts was not all that invested in a war. He didn't like either of the groups. That being said, the Regime was part of the band of groups that ultimately took him down, so he their loss did bring him some joy.
He couldn't help but smear it in her face.
"Shule may be a better Warrior, but Wintrystar is a better leader," The former High Priest replied to Gingersnap, although his eyes didn't leave Shule, "Both groups live in unforgiven mountainous terrain, yet WinterClan has no problem feeding even its prisoners and remains among the strongest of all the Clans. They've be unstoppable if only they..."
He stopped abruptly and broke eye contact with Shule. It appeared her had no intention of finishing the thought.
Shule's ear twitched, but she let it roll off. Mostly because they had no clue what they were talking about. "I didn't fight Wintrystar, I surrendered." She answered, "Maybe you shouldn't talk, Bloody, considering, well, everything about you."
"Wow, what a convincing argument. You probably don't even know what my alleged crimes even are," Bloodyhearts scoffed, his trail-tip twitching erratically. He was very annoyed but also kind of enjoying the argument. It was a great way to pass the time, "The Regime is just someone else's muscle. The only thing you ever do is piggyback on someone else's war, that's what happened today, isn't it? Oh, don't bother answering me, you'll only dig yourself deeper. No one ever talks about how sharp Commander Shule's mind is. Only her claws."
That one hurt a bit more. Especially because Bloodyhearts wasn't wrong about it. But Shule's face remained impassive. "What does that make you then? I'd say a disgrace, but you never had any kind of honor in the first place. I'm sure you're used to being a disappointment, even to your own god."
"You know, not long ago what you just said probably would have hurt me," Bloodyhearts replied, his voice laden with sarcasm that poorly masked that what she had said did, indeed, hurt him some, "But after hearing the same slew of insults every day for the past few moons, it doesn't pack the same punch. I encourage you to get more creative."
"And I urge you to learn some self discipline, you're giving your lies away too easily." Shule countered after glancing him up and down. "But you were never too good at restraining yourself, so I can't say I'm surprised now."
"I need some self discipline?" Bloodyhearts scoffed, buying right into Shule's taunting, "Says the Commander who runs head-first into every battle she sees instead of worrying about feeding her own group! I've heard you got so desperate that you moved to DayClan and are now taking hand-outs from them. Some kind of leader you are."
"At least I care enough to choose what is best. You only ever care about yourself." Shule answered. "As always, you prove time and time again that you just need to sit down, shut up, and listen for once, but you'll never do that. This conversation is pointless, you won't take anything from it." The Commadner might have said more... but then yet another figure showed up.
Senescence stepped into the prison, head tilting slightly as she observed the pair going at each other. "Usually it's the Regime with all the notable prisoners, but I see WinterClan is stepping it up."
"I'm not confident you even know what's best, I sure didn't when I was SunClan's High Priest, and look where it got me... stuck in the same prison as you," Bloodyhearts growled, his tone just as pointed as always despite the fact that he had admitted to a personal flaw, something that may have never happened before, at least not on record. When Sen walked in he didn't so much as glance at her, his celadon eyes remained trained on Shule, "But you've shut down this conversation and for good reason. It's pointless and won't go anywhere, you won't take anything from it."
