[versailles]

@tulle //

➵ brindlefeather | (she)/they/(it)

oh, thank starclan! it silently cheered, sighing softly with relief. (the relief was temporary, as there was still a corpse there.) it wasn't sure if it could even emotionally handle digging a grave with a body right beside it. otterfluff's nonchalant attitude was astounding to brindlefeather. "oookay..j-just wanted to see.." she murmured, gaze dancing between the body rolling into the grave and her paws.

so the molly was violent. why did cats have to be violent?? what did they even get out of it other than getting hurt or killed, or killing or hurting others? also, could loners please just leave riverclan alone? that would be great. awesome even! maybe it would put the warriors beating heart at ease for once.

then, came the dreaded question that reminded it that it was past the border and it felt like it would die. "oh," she croaked, blinking. "you know..um. stuff like.." she trailed off, mumbling a bunch of unrecognizable gibberish. there were only about three words that were easy to make: "blood..riverclan scent.." and soon came a small "uh ..got curious." and worried, but that!! was unnecessary!! because clearly otterfluff was fine. maybe a little weird in her eyes, though.

i'm not good at talking at all. the torbie glanced at the grave, amber eyes glittered with concern. "riverclan sure does have a problem with trespassers.." okay, that was good, no stammering or anything. "do you, uh, think there'll be another problem like...this?"