>> option one , punish Thymewhisker

        Burnetstar breathed deeply before straightening up, eyes casting a cold glare down on the two toms. Thymewhisker's eyes were narrowed, his cheek bleeding and a scratches lining his pelt. Dartingshade definitely could've done more damage. The black and white deputy was just as injured, a tuft of fur missing on his right flank and blood welling up along his dark pelt. He sighed, his mind made up.

        "Thymewhisker. You are a fool with a big mouth. Nobody will speak or interact with you for the next half moon. If anyone does," he looked down on the cats. "They will be punished accordingly." The clan instantly took a small step back, eyes averting from the gray tabby.

       "Who will heal his wounds, then?" Mousepelt spoke up, the gray medicine cat's eyes narrowed. Burnetstar shrugged.

        "Leave cobwebs and a poultice outside your den before you leave for Moon Falls and he can heal himself." Mousepelt curled his lip, but his mentor Wasptail growled something quietly to the younger medic, calling him off.

      "And what about Dartingshade?" Fogwhisker spoke up. The dark gray tabby and white tom's eyes were slits, challengingly. "Won't he be punished as well?"

Burnetstar glared down at him before giving a small shrug, turning.

"Watch it. If any other cat is punished today, it'll be you, if you don't stop." He settled down again with Ashflame and Timbershade, both very quiet. Slowly, talk started up again among the clan as they dispersed.

"Social isolation... that's probably one of the worst things I could think of to happen to a clan cat." Ashflame murmured. Her mint green eyes were touched with something he couldn't quite identify. It was soft, and glittering. He blinked, turning to look to Timbershade, giving him a sharp expecting look. His eyes were dark, but he blinked slowly, giving a small nod.

      >> ...

     Dawn light streaked the sky. Burnetstar blinked his eyes sleepily, his mind still bleary with sleep. Wasptail and Mousepelt should be getting back from the half-moon Moon Falls trip now. He felt his fur prick with anticipation, and got to his paws. He gave his coat a quick grooming, and stepped paw outside of the leader's den.

      He made his way up the High Boulder, eyeing the still sleeping camp. He could scent the Dawn Patrol fresh on the air, and assumed they had just left. The medicine cat's scent was hot on the breeze though, and his eyes could see they had not yet arrived.

     The second the pair set paw into camp, he could feel his fur rise. Something was off. Wasptail's eyes were wide and unfocused, and his apprentice was wearily leading the way.

      >> confront them now

      >> corner wasptail later

      >> corner mousepelt later

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the aesthetic is Dartingshade!! The person who entered him has him having a tuxedo-y white pattern too but the struggle is REAL I think I forgot to mention it half the time and also I missed thought the top left was a pretty good picture of what I saw him as.