[taillow]

Otterfluff
Where to dispose of... where to drop off... Questions swam like fish inside the water bowl that was Otterfluff's mind. His lips had begun to hum a quiet little tune as his paws danced easily past the RiverClan border. The young tom was almost certain that no one in RiverClan would want a loner who just barged into camp like she owned the place buried on their soil, so that left the outskirts. A place not many within the Clan had trodden, but one that Otterfluff came to quite regularly.

The first spot that came to mind, a place he had coined as Stumpland due to the plethora of trees cut down in their prime. Easily sliding the body off onto the soft floral-dotted meadow Otterfluff leaped onto one of the stumps and stretched each leg in turn, ending in a tall arch of his back. There did not seem to be much life out here, which he didn't mind at all. "A quiet work space," he chirped to no one in particular (because no one was really around) and slid off the trunk rather gracefully.

Instead of getting to work right away, Otterfluff hesitated. Curiosity picked at his heart as he circled the body as if to observe it from all sides. His claws remained in their sheathes and truly, nothing would have seemed out of the ordinary to the regular onlooker - except that he was circling a dead body as if it were alive. Coming to a stop near the head the brown feline used one paw to turn the face so that the loner's lifeless eyes were looking up torward him. She was pretty - nothing he would be interested in, but pretty. "Despite the jarring ending," Otterfluff sighed as he removed his paw and the head fell back parallel with the ground, "at least this allows you the reunion with your brother, wherever you two get sent."

...There was more to this, he knew, but with the sun already beginning its descent in the sky Otterfluff knew the Clan would began to question his disappearance. Plus, part of him no longer desired to continue carrying the body any further, so his paws set to digging a shallow grave next to the stump. His tune came back to be hummed as he worked, tail flicking in the air behind him.

[ @sid - for brindlefeather! ]