[taillow]

Otterfluff
Speaking in such fragmented sentences piqued the interest of the brown tom as he studied Brindlefeather closer. They seemed nervous about something, at least as far as Otterfluff could tell. Buried was the body so it was no longer that - or maybe the whole scenario was lingering longer for his Clanmate than it was for him. As far as he was concerned, once the body was buried so to were the emotions associated with its disposal. But, not every cat thought the same way he did.

Following blood mixed with RiverClan scent was a decent enough defense though, not like Otterfluff had been seeking to prosecute Brindlefeather for her mild curiosity. He gave her a nod, gesturing back towards the camp borders in an indication that they could head back now. "I certainly hope not, but if word spreads that we have recently lost our leader, I fear that the shift in power may attract unwanted visitors." If outsiders were learning where their camp was, than the brown tom would not put it past them to also have knowledge of Clan hierarchy - and alongside that, the fact that RiverClan had recently lost their leader.

Nose turned to the air as the scent markers came closer into view, Otterfluff cast a look to Brindlefeather. "I assume that Sparrowskip - or Sparrowstar now, hopefully - will do something about the increased presence. Although I hope he will not simply allow RiverClan to be driven from our home due to some pesky loners adapting a grandiose sense of self-importance." A snort followed his words as if the loners in question were not worth a single thought from him.

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