| Snowybreeze |
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Radiohead - Inactive
The tom blinked, confusion clear in his eyes for a moment. He had admittedly assumed that Swiftfire knew what he was doing here. Understood that with the recent murder, it might be best to investigate. See what had actually happened. The last time, when there had been a crime... when his mate had died... No one had investigated. Not even after Cowtuft had been exiled after admitting his part in bringing the death berries to the clan. Everyone had simply assumed that his part had been absolute. The massive warrior had trouble accepting this as fact because... it just hadn't made sense. Not to him, especially the longer he thought on it. But what could he do about that? It had been so long... and he was just one insignificant, worthless cat. There was nothing for the clan to open up old wounds again. Nothing left to be learned.
This time it might be different. There were rumors as to what Fallownose was doing here. At the RiverClan border. Snowybreeze trusted the deputy. He knew that the tom had nothing but loyalty in his heart. But much like the Maine Coon mix's, that heart was broken. Battered with loss. He would not have been here seeking love. But then... what? He wanted to clear his name. Or at least find something... anything that led to more understanding on who or why the gray tom had died.
"Clues," the fluffy warrior admitted at last, his cinnamon ear twitching with nerves, knowing how silly he must sound right about now.
"The truth? We know. That he. Died. Here. Fallownose. But... why? Did he. Discover. Something? There were. Three cats. In our camp. That day. Can't. Be. Coincidence. Or... can it? Mystery. Was it. All planned? Trap? Maybe. Rogue. RiverClanner. I don't. Know... But I. Want to. Twilightstar. Deserves. The answer. WindClan. Deserves. To know."
Sky blue eyes blinked solemnly as he spoke, meeting Swiftfire's gaze for only a moment before he turned his gaze back upon his paws. He didn't want the molly to feel as if he was trying to coerce her or guilt trip her into helping him. It wasn't like he was particularly close to the leader or the deputy. But his mate had been. They had been father and daughter, and they had loved each other very dearly. It simply felt like he had to do this. Not for himself, but for her. To make sure that the clan understood that Fallownose hadn't been a traitor. And if he had been? No... It wouldn't come to that! Because the deputy had always given WindClan his all, just like any other WindClan warrior would! The clan just... needed to be reminded of this, was all.
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Tiabirb [Swiftfire]