Copperstar Of Riverclan The Delicate Peacekeeper
"Oh, and what a right precarious situation we've gotten ourselves into, eh?" Copperstar tried to make light of the situation, though this situation was anything but light. In fact, it was rather heavy, he could feel it settle against the broad slope of his shoulders, threatening to crush him if he did not tread carefully.
"I would have never imagined that it would be my clan, and one other, standing against the rest. If Starclan themselves had descended down into my den a few days prior, and told me I would be standing as peacekeeper between Thunderclan and the rest of the others, I would have thought that they have all lost their minds from being up in the stars for much too long."
He cleared his throat as he settled in besides Hawkstar, who had come to Riverclan with grave tidings, on how the other clans were conspiring against Thunderclan to purloin some of its land. Somehow, someway- Firestar had convinced the other clans, save Riverclan, that it would be of everyone's best interest to beat Thunderclan down into submission in order for Skyclan to stake a claim land that Hawkstar had already refused to give up.
After every other clan had chosen to ally themselves with Firestar in agreement that Thunderclan should bend to their will, only Riverclan remained as a possible shield for Thunderclan against the tense tide that was swelling in the clouds above, about to burst into a tumultuous storm.
"I do not think I need to say this, but Hawkstar, the situation we face is less than favorable. We are only two clans strong in this alliance, while Skyclan has the support of Windclan and Shadowclan. We must play this smart, or we risk losing more than just land, we might lose warriors to this upcoming fight. We need to discuss strategy and contingencies, and where to regroup if we need to retreat. There is much we must go over; we need to cover every possible angle, and then some."
Hawkstar felt tired. Too tired, even, to make note of the details of RiverClan’s territory as he traversed it to reach the camp, flanked by a few of his own Warriors and a surly RiverClan patrol. The cat leading them was a pure white she-cat he did not know. They’d only exchanged the perfunctory words to gain an audience with her Leader.
When they finally arrived, and he had shared what he knew with Copperstar, the two sat in a long silence. Neither wanting to confront the only option left to them at this point. How did it come to this? Hawkstar pondered numbly.
“I see no other option but to meet them in battle.” He said finally, the words pulled from his mouth like a rotten tooth. Painful and bitter. “If we concede, ThunderClan kittens will go hungry. They didn’t sign up for that, but Warriors take an oath to defend their Clan. Should they fall…” He swallowed, his children’s faces swimming in his mind.
“They’ve sworn an oath. They know it is a possibility.”