It was safe to say that Frostwhisper hated just about everyone in RiverClan, save for perhaps Morningkit. She was only a kitten, but being a peculiar element in RiverClan was at least something she could relate to. He never understood why he couldn't bring himself to leave this wretched clan behind and march onto DarkClan to be with his own "kind", but maybe it was just that. He didn't like being stereotyped, he didn't like feeling as though he was an animal who objectively belonged to a certain place because of something that was beyond his control. He was born here, and damn it, he'd stay here if he chose.

Granted, that didn't mean he was going to sit around and let RiverClan go to shit. Frostwhisper had come to despise Bumblepelt with passing events. From starvation, to two failed skirmishes, to the recent unanswered murders, their current representative's reign wasn't looking all that bright. Frostwhisper himself didn't stand up to be elected because...well, who in their right mind would vote for the dark element, of all cats?

The eye-catching platinum warrior slowly stalked to the beach, where Echoclaw had summoned them to conspire against their failed leader. It appeared that the was the second to arrive, and didn't hesitate to side-eye Reedclaw in a not-so-pleasant manner. Damn that boomer and his relentless bias against Frostwhisper's kind.

Bubbling hatred aside, the dark element slowly seated himself to hear what Echoclaw might have to say. Maybe this would be worth his time, especially if there were casualties. The old man, specifically.



The storm element hadn't been born in RiverClan, and so perhaps she didn't have any say in what happened to their clan, politics-wise. Nonetheless, Ashsong always felt a strong sense of duty and righteousness. More than anything, the young warrior feared being ejected from RiverClan and being forced to contend with her family drama. The only other possible place for her to turn would be ThunderClan, putting her in the direction line of fire of Ebonyshade.

But being kicked out was one thing. If she sat around and allowed the situations in RiverClan to worsen, there might not be a RiverClan to speak of. Her unwavering devotion urged her to make the clan a better place, and see to it that Bumblepelt was replaced with a proper representative. If they continued to allow his reign, it might only spell disaster for their clan. Ashsong had nothing against the tom personally, but she wouldn't allow the clan to slowly whittle away due to the lack of action.

And that was the problem- Ashsong was a cat of duty and action. When she heard whispers of a potential uprising, she couldn't resist checking it out. By no means did she want to bring direct harm to Bumblepelt or her clanmates, but she did want to see some reform and improvement upon the clan. They were sitting ducks at the moment, with DarkClan, WindClan, and an unidentified murderer breathing down their necks.

The tall molly crept along the territory until she came to the designated meeting place: Golden Beach. It was Echoclaw who was the head of the resistance, of course. She'd heard of their rivalry. The young storm element sent a small nod to either toms before refocusing her attention on the silvery molly. "...You've caught my interest. I won't sit and watch RiverClan slowly shatter to pieces, not anymore."