Sabes stood next to the highrock, Rowal perched on their antlers. They were doing it. Stating their case. "Hello. Some of you may know me, or not." Walking left, and flicking their tail once. "I am here to vote in the favor of Vultureslaughter. I may be a coward, but I am no liar." Raising their head to glare at the black furred tom. "I feared for my life when I made that agreement." Pausing, and shooting a pleading glance at Grandeur Their olive eyes met her yellow and blue eyes. The young warrior went on, malice creeping into their voice. "This may be Urchinclan, but I do /not/ support the mvrder, of innocent cats. Pacing right, Rowal soaring overhead, rather noble for the silly bird. Walking on with a grimmance, "I don't think I should fear for my life. Over a vote." Rowal cawed at the end of that statement. He looked up, and glared at Sonnet. "Maybe if you didn't mvrder an innocent cat, and their ally." They paused, narrowing their olive eyes into a glare. "I wouldn't be here." Time seemingly stopped. Her fate trembled on the edge of a claw. Well she felt better now. No need to cry about it. Desidolia noun. The quiet collapse of respect you once held for someone. The illusion shattered. the day of the trial. before exposing him. He frowned at the black furred cat, their tail like fine silk. Was VultureSlaughter always like this? Or... Did he change? Was she just seeing the old lines, scored into a piece of bark? Frowning, he trudged on. The cats of the clans. He could have honor. I have the honor to be.... your sworn enemy.
