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Originally Posted by dino.
"I dunno. Either way, I'm done bringing things up to RiverClan at Gatherings. All they've ever done is mock 'n dismiss us," Bumblestar muttered over her shoulder. "They don't talk. Not gonna waste my time 'n breath on deaf ears."
From the oddly open plains, she traced the scent up through rocky terrain. She led Roseraven past the remnants of what she assumed to be some makeshift camp; least, that's what it looked like. But it smelled like RiverClan, and the scent was stronger from there, distinctly RiverClan, and carved a clear path.
It wasn't hard to figure out where they had gone from there. The scent curved generally back in the direction she had walked with her companion (not sure when she had lost Ghostwhisperer), toward the other edge of the Range.
Bumblestar twitched an ear and sniffed, casting Roseraven a sideways glance. "C'mon, let's go. We'll roll in something to mask our scent before we head back to camp, don't wanna make the same mistake they did."
She turned to head back to her own territory with a lash of her tail, not sparing the space behind her so much as another glance.
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Roseraven's brows furrowed.
"It's not about bringing it up with RiverClan. It's about the other clans knowing we're justified and not accusing us of acting hostile for no reason." she said quietly, deciding not to push much further. Roseraven wasn't all that old, but she felt like a big truth about clan life was that 90% of the conflict happened due to misunderstandings. She wanted to avoid more war. She was also tempted to check on how the medicine cats were handling the poison, but she didn't want to insult them.
The story warrior followed the leader silently. She managed to impale her taw on a sharp twig but barely let out more than a hiss before tugging out a large splinter and limping on.
"Isn't RiverClan going to smell that we've been here?"