[poppy]

doepaw

Fixing a scathing glance at the outsider, the prissy apprentice narrowed her eyes. Yeah- she'd like to see him try to bust into their camp and murder their kits. Somehow, she had a feeling they would notice quickly, if not immediately. If he even exists. She thought distrustfully, trust issues blockading her from believing this guy. Yeah, right.

Glancing over at Sheepfluff, Doepaw cocked a catbrow, coppery eyes darting from the warrior to the outsider then to the dead bodies. They died together, and for a second, she saw her parent's bodies there instead of the rouges. This memory brought on another wave of bitterness, and she narrowed her eyes, cream fur bristling. "You're totally right. Why shouldn't we believe a trespassing rouge who is currently standing by two shredded bodies?" How could they not know that he wasn't the killer? He was standing by a couple of mangled corpses, and seemed to know a lot about these two cats.

A suspicious amount of knowledge. Trespassing. She looked the outsider up and down, white paws fidgeting on the ground as she flicked her ear in response to Sheepfluff's second statement in her direction. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. She should've asked to come and blah blah blah. She stood there silently, eyes darting back to the bodies, then back at the tomcat when he spoke. Her brow creased dubiously, and she flexed her claws, picking out a small leaf that had gotten stuck between her toes and then searched her paw for any more unwelcome ornaments.

"Great, looks like they have it covered. I call dibs on not cleaning that up-" She flicked a dainty paw in the direction of the bodies, the smell of death making her a bit sick. "Just kick them to the RiverClan side and call it good, the disgusting, fish-face assholes." Did she sound insensitive? Probably. Did it matter? No. Obviously, they had bigger problems than where their corpses lay. One of those problems, and perhaps the most prominent one being that they were.... dead.

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