[SpiritedWarrior]

Littlepaw was struck with horror as she heard the names of a murderous rogue being the one to have killed Sproutkit and Weedkit. Apprentices were now to be accompanied by not one, but two warriors. Kits were to be guarded, and Fawnpaw would be guarded too. A shiver ran down her spine, what would happen if the rogue was caught and brought back into RiverClan? Wouldn't it be best to just kill on sight to keep RiverClan safe? But that was not her decision, it was Pikestar's, and he wanted the rogue to be brought back alive.

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Reedwhisker froze as she continued listening to Pikestar's announcements. Sproutkit and Weedkit. Dead. A murderer on the loose. Kits and apprentices are now to be guarded by two warriors at all times. Terror and anger were settling like a thick fog onto RiverClan. Warriors were to be accompanied by a denmate and apprentices were to be accompanied by two warriors. Kits and Fawnpaw were to be guarded at all times. This was certainly a dark time for RiverClan, that was a fact.

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Hawkpaw held in a growl, his claws threatened to come out, but he kept them at bay. There was no way he'd take them out and attack a cat. Not now, anyway. At least his plan managed to slip him through RiverClan before the joinings were closed for outsiders. It's working for now. he thought simply. But he was not quite reacting the way his new Clanmates were. Smoothly, the tom dipped his head and shed a fake tear, hoping to convince his clanmates that he wasn't as heartless as he actually was.

"May they rest in peace," the tabby and white tom spoke quietly all while quietly looking at each of his Clanmates to see their reactions to the announcement of Weedkit and Sproutkit's death. W-wait, didn't I bury Sproutkit? Who uncovered him?! Panic flooded through the young tom's body. There was a cat in the crowd that knew his scent. And no way to tell who it was that uncovered the kit...

A shudder passed through his body. Whoever it was could not be killed. Not with so many cats guarding the camp and outside. Not with patrols being sent out to search for him outside of the camp. Not with Fawnpaw and Nightpaw knowing his secret, though Fawnpaw knew more. And she's being protected. I have to get her alone when I can. I have to kill her. And I have to find and kill whoever uncovered Sproutkit's body. Spying on ShadowClan can wait... my safety and secret come first. But a plan rushed itself into his head. Three patrols are going outside the camp. I have my rogue scent still... I can use my blood and lead one patrol away toward the outskirts. My secret will hopefully be safe then. I'll stick a thorn- no, what am I thinking, if they find a bloody thorn, they might connect it to their oh-so-lovely StarClan! Oh, I can unpatch one of my wounds and get some blood from there! But that plan would have to wait until nightfall when he could sneak out of camp and put all his effort into hiding his secret.

Pikestar was the first cat from RiverClan to have met me on the border and is my mentor now. I'll have to disguise my scent before I spread my drops of blood.

His mind yowled at him to disguise his scent now. To hide from RiverClan. But despite this, the tom was rooted to the spot, with no recognizable emotion evident on his face except for understanding and sadness (though he was not sad or understanding). But the thought still lingered in his head: Pikestar wanted the one responsible for the deaths alive. What would Pikestar do with him if he was caught? Torture him just like he tortured Dustclaw? Kill him in front of his Clanmates?