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It was a rather stormy, miserable morning. Angry gray clouds occupied the sky, intermittently covering the sun entirely, casting its chosen cats in a sort of almost-darkness. SunClan was never really cold but today it was chilly and the short-furred cats of the Clan were uncomfortable.
"Today Ghostcrown will answer for his crimes," Bloodystar began, his gaze shifting from cat the cat unflinchingly. At his side yet again was Jetfire, looking just as ill as she had the day prior, but also somehow different, "Before we proceed, I would like to clear up some confusion. Many cats voiced their concerns about the validity of the accusation. I understand that it's hard to accept that one of our own would do something so vile. While I can place Ghostcrown in possession of the poison and the opportunity to use it, I have not been able to come up with a motive. But the facts are facts."
He looked to his wife, "Jetfire. Name the cat who poisoned you."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 27, 2020 19:12:06 GMT -5
Jetfire leaned against Bloodystar unable to sit up on her own without being supported, even though it made it look like she was just being affectionate with her husband. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to do this. It was wrong, so wrong. Ghostcrown had been nothing but kind to her, helping her through one of the hardest times of her life and keeping her from dying that day. He had saved her life, and now it was time to save his even if it broke both of their hearts. When she spoke to the crow this time she tried to speak clearly, Bloodystar had made it very clear how important her part in this was if she wanted him to be able to walk out of here "Ghostcrown" a tear slid down her cheek as her words floated in the air
She met Ghostcrown's eyes, hoping that he would understand her actions and believe in her one last time. It was the only thing she could do to save him now, the only way to make sure that he could have his own shot at happiness some where else even if it didn't include her "While everyone was at the wedding he brought me a mouse to eat" the words Bloodystar had her rehearse over and over again felt heavy and wrong on her tongue "He said that he was worried that I would go hungry while Bloodystar was so busy and I believed him. The poison was in the mouse... Discordantmelody can confirm him bringing the mouse and leaving shortly before she found me unable to breathe..." she tried to stop herself, but she was shaking knowing the Bloodystar would be able to feel the tremors "But even though what he did was terrible, Bloodystar as agreed to spare his life. Ghostcrown has children here in the clan, and no child should ever have to witness the death of their parent..."
Ghostcrown had not slept during the night, but he had groomed his fur sleek and clean, and he looked sharper than most days of his life. The defiance in his eyes was gone, replaced by a calm acceptance as he sat before the High Priest and looked up at him. He had spent the long night preparing for his coming fate, and he could only pray that his children would be kept far away from the execution. They knew what was going to happen today, but that didn't mean they had to watch. His only hope was that they would know he was innocent, and moons from now the truth would come out, and they could remember him fondly. It was for their sakes that he didn't protest or flee, but waited for the swift end.
Then his eyes met Jetfire's, and she stabbed him in the back.
His throat restricted, his breath cramped in his throat, and the sudden wave of panic that struck him was compounded by the fact that he couldn't breathe. He was going to die here and he couldn't stop it and now he was a criminal after all - no cat would try to clear his name because Jetfire herself admitted he was guilty, and if his own friend wouldn't stand by him, who would? Ghostcrown was struck by the sudden need to clear his name, to defend himself, but the words were stuck, they couldn't make it past the lump in his throat that made it so difficult to breathe.
His gaze tore away from hers and he shook his head mutely, feeling so weak and pathetic that he couldn't even muster the strength to defend himself. By the time she admitted his life would be spared, his head was already spinning and he felt terribly sick.
Ghostcrown rose slowly, swaying on his paws, and glared up at Jetfire. "Coward," he hissed. How dare she accuse him if she didn't even have the guts to watch him die? Did she think he would be grateful she tried to save him after she was the one that passed the sentence?
Is it better to die a martyr or live as a criminal?
"Fitting that those words would be your last, as poison has always been the weapon of the cowardly...," Bloodystar growled, rising to his feet but careful to keep Jetfire steady. This was playing out exactly as he had intended. Jetfire was completely under his control now and even Ghostcrown seemed resigned to his fate, a fate that Bloodystar held in his paws, "... but Jetfire has expressed that she does not want you executed. Since she is the one you wronged, I heard her out. Instead of the execution that you very much deserve, you will be exiled. Should you ever cross into SunClan again for any reason, you will be killed on sight, no discussion."
Pollendrone hated events like these but this was one she would not be absent for, Jetfire had been hurt and almost died along with her kits. The cream and tortoiseshell she-cats eyes were pinned to Ghostcrown from where she sat, it had been hard to believe at first that the tom would do something so horrible. If not for it coming directly from Jetfire herself she would have questioned it further, but what reason would she have to lie about such a thing. Pollendrone listened, Jet once again naming Ghostcrown, but the accused toms reaction had her fur standing on end. She jumped to her paws and hissed, "What right do you have calling her a coward!" She was not pleased to be on the side of the High Priest but this was something that she couldn't help but agree with him on. "You should be thankful that your life was spared, use this as a second chance and not screw it up!" She couldn't say she would have been so lenient on him if it had been her, but she respected her mates sister and would support her decision.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Sept 27, 2020 22:17:29 GMT -5
When Bloodystar had first accused Ghostcrown of poisoning Jetfire, Weed had doubted it as she usually did. There was no solid proof to prove that the tom had done it, and she was sure that he wouldn’t do something so foolish when he had his own kits to care for. But now that Jetfire had actually named Ghostcrown as the culprit… Weed could only stare at the tomcat with disgust. He would go so far as to poison a pregnant queen? What possible motive could anyone have had for such depravity? “As if Sunclan wasn’t going through enough.” She hissed. “How could you be so selfish? So cold-hearted…!You…! A father yourself, to go so far. It’s disgraceful.”
Exile meant nothing to him; he had another family he could live with, he had options, he had no attachment to the clan he was leaving except for his kittens here. They would be fine without him now, they were nearly old enough, and they had Honeysplash. The clan wasn't so bad when Bloodystar wasn't in charge, they would survive, even Crowkit.
Ghostcrown had always prided himself on his ability to ignore other cats. He had spent moons of his life flaunting just how little he cared for their opinions; he had shown everyone he didn't need any cat but himself, he didn't care what any of them though, and he had even believed it to be true. But his mentor had knocked down his walls, had opened him up and made him a better cat, and now he could feel the sting from each barbed word thrown his way.
Selfish? He had selfish before, but for once he had tried to help, and this was his grand prize.
Ghostcrown was breathing hard as he looked wide-eyed at Pollendrone and Weed - cats that had fought so fiercely just a few days ago, fought for Jetfire, and now they were turning on him. Surely someone would think it strange that he was tried to murder his so-called friend? It didn't matter, not at all, it wouldn't change anything, and yet he silently begged for someone, anyone, to stand at his side.
And he couldn't even defend himself without revealing the truth.
The rogue stumbled back, his stomach twisting in revulsion. He nearly tripped over Festeringfruit's tail, and the tom snarled in rage, shoving the exile back toward the crowd.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Oct 3, 2020 13:30:59 GMT -5
Jetfire felt sick, and not just from her wounds and the infection that ravaged her body. She wanted to run to his side, to walk right out of camp out of his side but she couldn't. She couldn't bare to see him killed, but watching him being pushed out by the crowd was killing her all the same "Ghostcrown" her voice ringing out over the crowd "Take his mercy and go" a tear fell onto the sandstone at her feet "Walk through that tunnel, and don't turn back" her words caught in her throat "There is no place for you here in SunClan" she turned her face away from the crowd leaning onto Bloodystar trying not to watch as Ghostcrown was forced towards the camp's entrance. Jetfire whispered, the cries of the crowd drowning out her soft words except for Bloodystar "I can't watch this... Please take me away" JadieCleaver
Goldengrace sat beside Festeringfruit narrowing her eyes at Ghostcrown. How could he push her sister when she was already down? Jetfire was in such great pain and he had to add to it by making an attempt on her life.
The ginger she cat did not say anything, instead turning her focus on Jetfire. "Won't someone let her go back to rest, this is clearly just as painful for her as it is for the guilty." She muttered, rising to her paws tempted to go over to her sister herself and take her away.
(sorry for my delayed replies; going through a lot right now)
"Did you... did you really do it?" Spiritkit had found her way through the crowd and was just a tail-length from her father, looking upon him with a twisted look on her face that mirrored he father's expression almost exactly. She looked just like him, her black and white patches falling almost exactly where his did, something she used to be proud of, "Did you really try to kill Jetfire?"
"No, you should..." Bloodystar began to deny Jetfire, but one look at her face brought him a change of heart. She was hurt physically and spiritually. Yesterday this had been almost too much for her and very little had changed since then. Plus, she'd been so obedient lately, he felt he aught to reward her. A smaller voice in the back of his head also told him it was the right thing to do, "Actually, let's get you back to your nest. Janus, be sure that my orders are followed and proceed with morning prayers. Jetfire and I will be praying alone." He then disappeared into the High Priest's den, supporting Jetfire all the while.
Ghostcrown shook his head violently against Jetfire's words, stumbling back until his daughter found him. The warrior looked at her, stricken. Why had she been allowed to come here? Wasn't it punishment enough that Jetfire had made him a murderer, but she had to do it in front of his daughter? He looked down at her helplessly. There was nothing he could say. It broke his heart to see that look in his eyes, he could never confess this to her, but even after she betrayed him, Ghostcrown couldn't find the strength to plead his innocence either. If just one cat believed him, they might look into the truth, and he couldn't hurt the queen that way.
"Spiritkit," he mumbled thickly, pressing his nose to the top of her head and hoping she couldn't feel him shaking, "I love you. Don't you trust me?" A sad smile tugged at his lips, a futile attempt to cheer up her.
"Maybe if she stays out here, she'll toughen up," Festeringfruit scoffed. "She's this hurt over a cat that tried to kill her? She survived; get over it already."
Goldengrace's fur bristled and she turned towards Festeringfruit shooting a sharp look at him. "She's nursing kits," She said. Then biting back the real harsh words she wanted to say, she continued. "Until you can survive a poisioning and nurse kits, perhaps not judge my sister."
Ghostcrown was in luck, his black-and-white daughter did not feel him shake at all, she was trembling too much herself. Spiritkit couldn't help but lean into his caress as she so often did, but this time she stopped herself mid-way and took a step back.
"That... that's not..." She stumbled over her words, not sure what she was trying to say, "That's not really an answer..."
But she was too afraid to ask again, too afraid to face the fact that her father was anything but the perfect SunClan Warrior that she had convinced herself he was. She didn't want to loose the image she had built.
But was it too late?
Already Spiritkit could feel the glaring eyes of her Clan settling on her pelt, the very same pelt of the traitor would-be kit killer, and she took another step away from him. Fear. She was afraid of him.
"Hey, I'm not saying nursing kits isn't hard," Festeringfruit protested, having no knowledge of such things and seriously doubting how much work it would be to lay in one place, eat food, and pass such food down to your needy kittens. "I'm sure saying she's being a bit overly dramatic, don't you think? If that was your attempted killer, wouldn't you be glad he's gone?"
"Spiritkit," he croaked, watching her go with his feet chained to the ground, unable to follow. His breath quickened as he searched for something, anything to say, but there was nothing, there wasn't anything he could say to fix it now. A tiny, stupid thought nagged at the back of his mind: isn't it better if she hates you? Her clanmates would accept her if she turned against him and maybe in time they would forget he had ever been her father. It was for the best, he desperately wanted to believe that, but this wasn't how it was supposed to go, she was supposed to be happy with him. She was supposed to be proud.
Ghostcrown looked up toward the den once more, but Jetfire was gone.
His tail drooping, he turned his paws slowly to the entrance and walked away from his clan.
