[b][color=lightcoral][center]Crowjaw

The Gathering

Interacting with Frogshade [@The Elvenqueen][/center][/color][/b]

Crowjaw wished he didn't come off as threatening, he wanted to be the exact opposite of threatening, warrior's were meant to protect others, warrior's shouldn't be feared by the weak, they should be liked. When Frogshade asked him about how merciful Lightclan was, he stayed silent, though he knew she was right, Mercy was didn't exist in Light Clan, there was only a sense of cold ruthlessness, kill or be killed. But he refused to agree with her, as much as he hated Light Clan, it was his clan, he fought for it, he was fed by it, in return all he had to do was obey it. He was representing his own clan in this gathering, to bad mouth his own group would be a sin. He wished he had been born into a different Clan, one that wasn't obsessed with strength, one that recognized him for who he was, not for the claws he kills with.

He felt a pang of sympathy for Ashclaw, his sister Rosetail was nearly exiled more than once, his own family supported it too, seeing her as nothing but another mouth to feed, the only thing that stopped that was him threatening to go with her. [color=lightcoral][i]"This is a gathering, he won't be hurt here"[/i][/color] he reassured her [color=lightcoral][i]"If he is ever attacked, I promise I'll help him"[/i][/color] he added, though he silently knew that he might not be able to fulfill it, if a war broke out between Cliffclan and Lightclan, he would be forced to fight for his own. [color=lightcoral][i]"I'm not well-loved in my clan either, I feel you're pain"[/i][/color] he confessed, a warrior's greatest skill was empathy, without empathy there is only violence.