Stagheart waited as time passed and, when no one came by, ducked under Frostmelt, deciding to come back for Smolderpaw if no one grabbed the smaller apprentice yet. The large tom hoisted the deceased warrior onto his broad back, lumbering towards the Sleepy Thicket just as Mistyshard was finishing up her speech. He'd heard most of the words as he walked through the forest; it was quieter than usual. Almost as if the trees themselves were grieving alongside them.
Stagheart gave a nod to Seabreeze who mentioned Frostmelt, silently showing that he'd retrieved the dead. He carefully placed the warrior down, getting to work right away on digging a grave. A nice, open patch of dirt would do the trick. He glanced back from time to time to see if anyone took Smolderpaw; if not, he'd pause his work and retrieve the lost apprentice. His heart ached as he dug, wondering where StarClan was in all of this chaos and bloodshed.
Either this battle would further alienate RiverClan amongst itself, or it would unite them in common fury. He prayed for the latter.
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~MothDust~ - Frostmelt | @
Theraphosa - Seabreeze mention