Whispering Wetlands

[IDIOTICBEAN101]

Kestrelsoar-She/Her(MtF)


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Due to her nausea, Kestrelsoar was landed on top of again, an audible crack heard this time.
Something was broken.
She managed to scratch Lionflop a few times, but due to blood loss, she didn’t last much longer.
Kestrelsoar was gone.


@Desert Rain Frog

[Desert Rain Frog]

Originally Posted by IDIOTICBEAN101

Kestrelsoar-She/Her(MtF)


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Due to her nausea, Kestrelsoar was landed on top of again, an audible crack heard this time.
Something was broken.
She managed to scratch Lionflop a few times, but due to blood loss, she didn’t last much longer.
Kestrelsoar was gone.


@Desert Rain Frog

LionFlop Smiled, Dragging Her To A Deep Puddle, And Dropping Her There. He Make Sure His Scent Was Gone, And That They Sliced Their Throat On A Sharp Rock, Trying To Get Out. He Then Cleaned Off And Left.

[Loverofbiscuits]

~With a huff he watched silently as a firefly blinked by. Nothing interesting happened often. Atleast not for him..except having to deal with this leg. He thought, lifting the burnt limb off the ground. Scarred by a forest fire when he was a kit. Thundering'Coat would always remember that~

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Twilightstar @Desert Rain Frog [So you know the body's been found. You didn't leave much to go off of, but so you understand my thought process with this. Since the body was in a puddle, I'm assuming it was dragged over to ShadowClan's border, paw prints were left behind because of the mud, and a scent was left on the rock he cut himself on since he cleaned up after he cut himself. Let me know if I have anything wrong and I'll modify the post]

Slipping out of the shadows, Dawnstar walked towards WindClan's border. She was hoping to meet a patrol that could fetch her Twilightstar, or better yet, the Head bunny herself would arrive. They had a bit to talk about and with the raid approaching, she didn't want to wait till then to speak with her.

Oh, but what a surprise she was in for! The leader's nose twitched as the fresh scent of blood caught her attention. There was a lump lying in a puddle on ShadowClan's border. The she-cat padded toward the dead, silently hoping it wasn't half-eaten. Her eyes roamed for signs before fishing the body out of the puddle.

There were paw prints near the puddle, and it was quite hard not to notice the striking red on the nearby rock. The scent that clung to the rock was hours, maybe a day old at most. It was not the freshest, but it was most certainly ShadowClan. She was not looking forward to sniffing around her clanmates to find the owner of the scent, but whatever saved her from a new headache. Worse comes to worst, she could always look around for the cats with recent injuries. There was some sort of struggle from wounds on the body. Or at least she hoped.

Finally, she fished the body from the puddle and dragged it to drier land.
It wasn't eaten and it wasn't one of hers. If this was a WindClan cat someone would die! Dawnstar hissed softly and barely restrained herself from pacing the border. She was going to need to talk with Twilightstar now.

[Moonraven]

On a walk, not acitvely looking for trouble this time around, the heavily scarred lilac-gray she-cat found her way to the Wetlands. It was funny where her paws led her when she let them roam while she was in deep thought. The strong scent of pine assulted her nose as the ground grew softer and mudder underneath her paws. Twilightstar's eye honed in on the giantic brown tabby at the border with piercing amber eyes.

"Dawnstar." She greeted the cat with a hint of suprise in her tone. The she-cat gaze dropped to the body at the other leader's large paws. At first, she could make out who exactly it was. The fur was drenched and muddy, but the longer she stared the more familar it became. She took a few more paces closer to the border, fur bristld and tail fluffled up and shot Dawnstar a cold glare.

"Explain." Icy venom dripped from the older leader's tone. Twilightstar had made it very clear that she was getting tired of taking dung from the other clans. Now, it was unlikely that Dawnstar of all cats killed Kestrelsoar without a reason, nor did it make sense that she was standing at the border, almost waiting to be found. But Twilightstar didn't care about any of that right now, she was just upset and hurt that she'd have to be burying another clanmate so soon.
@Undertaker [Dawnstar]

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Twilightstar
Yup, she was not happy as expected. Dawnstar fought the urge to raise her hackles at the look she received. "If you were anyone else, we'd be watering the earth with our blood, but since it's you, I suppose an explanation should be given." Dawnstar didn't wither or squirm under the older leader's gaze, she's been running a clan nearly as long as Twilightstar, so there was no reason for her to wilt.

"I don't know who killed your warrior, she was dead when I showed up, but it seemed that it was done rather recently. I'll look into it to see who did and I will make sure they are dead, but for now..." Dawnstar drifted off, lifting the body and setting it over on WindClan's side of the border.

"Outside of the death, I did come by to speak with you quickly. One of my former warriors, Lynxshade, ended up spilling to both ThunderClan and RiverClan about our alliance. I doubt it will cause much trouble, but she was punished for it and cast out of ShadowClan." Dawnstar was still a little troubled by Lynxshade's departure, yet there was nothing for her to do now.

"I'd also like to break our alliance once RiverClan is gone. With Bumblebrat gaining control over her clanmates, and RiverClan gone, we no longer need the alliance."

[Marigoldwhisper]

Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\14 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
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Before they headed out, the tall she-cat eyed the apprentices for a moment. Gracklpaw seemed chatty but polite (an odd trait for Shadowclan cats. No doubt somecat would screw him over soon. Until then, Mudslide would just have to hope he kept his upbeat attitude or else he'd become a snarky pain), Squirrelpaw seemed less willing to talk, plus she looked rather anxious. Me and you both. Minus the anxiety. Mudslide thought, giving Gracklepaw a nod and the slightest smile, though it could've been misread as a random twitch to her muzzle.

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As they traveled, Mudslide had been clearing her throat the whole way there. She knew she'd have to talk a lot more than she was used to. To keep herself from sounding like a toad, she figured random coughing fits and low rumbles in her throat would help release any fog that clouded her windpipes.

"We're here," she said, her voice as clear as she was hoping. "Squirrelpaw, you know what to do, yes?" Sunlight dappled cheerfully on the ground. As the neared the border, the many trees of Shadowclan territory fizzled out, revealing a vast plan. Grass danced in the wind as the sun beat down on it. Mudslide looked up at the almost cloudless sky. Most cats would love days like this. Mudslide didn't hate them, but it was almost like the universe was mocking her. The weather was all happy and fulfilled and whatever but Mudslide... She hadn't felt that way in a while.

Though, dragging these kids into her depressive episode wasn't going to help them on this patrol, so she schooled her expression, keeping it light and neutral.

Her tail lashed around as a few dragonflies flew past her rear, annoyance flashing in her pale eyes. "Gracklpaw, when marking a border..." A pause. A cough. "You rub your scent, you body, all over any markers that are faded, meaning they're loosing the scent of Shadowclan." Mudslide padded over to a marker, a dull one for that matter. She pointed a claw at the tree before rubbing her against it, feeling very stupid having her thin fur rake against a tree of all things. "Like that. Got it? Good."

Mudslide then trotted back up to the edge of the border, her muscles tensing. Windclan would be a bunch of idiots if any of their cats decided to attack her patrol, but Mudslide wasn't about to let her guard down.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to talk anymore, she wouldn't be able to stand it. She feared the questions that Gracklpaw may ask. If he asked any, she might just snap at him. Right now, all she wanted to do was sit and watch the other side of the border, without talking.

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@chickadee // Gracklepaw
@furrensic // Squirrelpaw