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The calico she-cat moved silently, her head held up and her pace even but her mind mercifully blank. She knew what she was potentially walking into beside the warriors escorting her along with her friend’s body, her friend whose death, she was sure, would weigh on her for the future moons in much the same way Beetle’s death still plagued her nightmares sometimes. Her claws had been clean in both deaths and they’d been the last cats she’d ever want to see as they’d become but she couldn’t deny her existence, her presence and her active choices, were what had led them to their untimely deaths. Maybe that all gave her the peace she was feeling, or maybe it was the void of numbness, the void she’d developed to distance herself from everything she could’ve felt toward her life. Feelings were an unnecessary liability, they hindered the goal she’d always held for herself: survive. But three times now she’d let cats mean something to her, and now she was sure it’d be those three mistakes that’d mean failure in her goal.
She kept her green eyes facing forward, not daring nor caring to watch her surroundings or the warriors leading her to her fate. She was blind to what was going on in the clearing as she moved in with her escorts, a blessing she was not too numb to recognize. She’d always been observant and intuitive, sometimes more than she wished, but now it was the opposite. Until something in her mind told her Bumblestar was approaching and she realized she wasn’t blind at all, just numb after all. Petalflight let her green eyes move to meet Bumblestar’s eyes, eyes sparking with fury, and Petalflight became suddenly starkly aware of her situation, of where she’d been, of Blackfir’s body, of her own lack of injury, but she’d already resigned herself to what she had to do.
She still knew little of the clan’s ways and shows of respect, though she knew to respect the leader. Not wanting the hesitation to be taken as indecision on her following words, Petalflight conducted no preamble and simply met Bumblestar’s stare and began, ”I went to the border, to meet a Windclanner. Blackfir followed me, I did not realize that he had. He saw the Windclanner and I guess thought he was a threat.” Petalflight knew there had been no perceived threats and she quickly had realized Blackfir’s true motives and heated emotions but none of it seemed relevant or necessary now, besides in the end it was only her guessing anyway. ”Blackfir attacked the Windclanner and the Windclanner fought back, and killed him.” Petalflight risked a glance back toward where Blackfir’s body lay, his clanmates mourning him, as she admitted aloud for the first time that Blackfir had indeed been killed. Her eyes quickly moved back to Bumblestar, ”It happened so quickly,” but how truthful was that? It had been fast but Petalflight had made it this far in life making quick decisions in stressful, deadly situations. But this had been different.
Bumblestar's ears twitched as she watched the warrior in front of her run through the explanation. It matched up with the lack of blood, the location they had been at. She'd have to take this to Twilightstar and Fallownose—just one more starsforsaken headache coming her way.
A portion of the explanation sort of reminded her of Violetfreckle and herself... but she and Violetfreckle were different. Violetfreckle was nothing but a fishy nuisance, not some secret sweetheart she longed to meet up with in the middle of the night, or whatever the hell was going on here. Her ears twitched with blatant disappointment and thinly veiled anger. "Your carelessness puts this partially on you," she said flatly. "Give me the name of the WindClanner you'd met up with."
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• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes, torn right ear
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Wait… his body was half-eaten? Springpaw’s gut clenched tightly as her throat immediately began to clench itself from the sheer horrific thought. Why would a cat eat another cat? That’s… that’s just wrong! She could’ve swore that she felt warm, salty tears from at the corner of her eyes from the thought, a paw raising as it covered against her mouth to keep away to horrific stench of blood. Her ears didn’t only take in that bit of information though, as her fear-drenched eyes quickly darted towards the next cat that approached the matter. She could’ve swore her heart sank when she saw the she-cat glaring suspiciously at Dovefluff. Words fought themselves up her throat to defend the blood-sodden molly, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Pity and shame coursed throughout the small calico as she glanced guiltily at Dovefluff. I’m sorry, Ms. Dove, I wanna help but…
Her thoughts were quickly dissolved as soon as she heard Hazelpaw screech, Springpaw’s quickly whipping around to face the distressed molly. A frown grew apparent on the calico’s face, and she opened her jaws to speak, only to suddenly shut them once Cracklepaw began running his little mouth. Her lips quickly curled into a small scowl as Cracklepaw started to ask both merely unnecessary and uncomfortable questions. She hoped she wasn’t the only one that thought that the weird furball was both somewhat annoying and arrogant. It was almost like he was trying to get himself in trouble, as it seemed to the pastel calico. Her ears then angled themselves towards another voice that spoke, Mothdapple, she assumed, as the feline began to speak about why a ShadowClan warrior was here. Springpaw felt her irritation start to bubble in her chest, the young seven moon old molly quickly forcefully speaking up. She was tired of Dovefluff being looked at like she committed this heinous crime.
“Dovefluff didn’t do this,” Springpaw spoke up, glancing sideways towards Mothdapple and anybody else that decided to start accusing Dovefluff, “I don’t know Dovefluff much, but I know that she wouldn’t do this to an innocent cat. Especially one of her own clan-mates.” A blue eye flickered in the gray felines direction, hoping it would be enough for her to not be accused so much by them. Within her very soul and mind, Springpaw knew that Dovefluff wouldn’t do such a thing to cats or to even her own clan-mates. However, the back of her mind screeched at her for making an accusation, as it felt foolish to make. Yet, Springpaw knew deep down that Dovefluff wasn’t the type of cat to do anything like this at all. With that being said, began to quickly follow after the molly after she spoke, head tucked low as she approached her side. She remained silent though, but she mentally awaited a response from the queen as she followed closely alongside her.
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long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes, torn right ear
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Wait… his body was half-eaten? Springpaw’s gut clenched tightly as her throat immediately began to clench itself from the sheer horrific thought. Why would a cat eat another cat? That’s… that’s just wrong! She could’ve swore that she felt warm, salty tears from at the corner of her eyes from the thought, a paw raising as it covered against her mouth to keep away to horrific stench of blood. Her ears didn’t only take in that bit of information though, as her fear-drenched eyes quickly darted towards the next cat that approached the matter. She could’ve swore her heart sank when she saw the she-cat glaring suspiciously at Dovefluff. Words fought themselves up her throat to defend the blood-sodden molly, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Pity and shame coursed throughout the small calico as she glanced guiltily at Dovefluff. I’m sorry, Ms. Dove, I wanna help but…
Her thoughts were quickly dissolved as soon as she heard Hazelpaw screech, Springpaw’s quickly whipping around to face the distressed molly. A frown grew apparent on the calico’s face, and she opened her jaws to speak, only to suddenly shut them once Cracklepaw began running his little mouth. Her lips quickly curled into a small scowl as Cracklepaw started to ask both merely unnecessary and uncomfortable questions. She hoped she wasn’t the only one that thought that the weird furball was both somewhat annoying and arrogant. It was almost like he was trying to get himself in trouble, as it seemed to the pastel calico. Her ears then angled themselves towards another voice that spoke, Mothdapple, she assumed, as the feline began to speak about why a ShadowClan warrior was here. Springpaw felt her irritation start to bubble in her chest, the young seven moon old molly quickly forcefully speaking up. She was tired of Dovefluff being looked at like she committed this heinous crime.
“Dovefluff didn’t do this,” Springpaw spoke up, glancing sideways towards Mothdapple and anybody else that decided to start accusing Dovefluff, “I don’t know Dovefluff much, but I know that she wouldn’t do this to an innocent cat. Especially one of her own clan-mates.” A blue eye flickered in the gray felines direction, hoping it would be enough for her to not be accused so much by them. Within her very soul and mind, Springpaw knew that Dovefluff wouldn’t do such a thing to cats or to even her own clan-mates. However, the back of her mind screeched at her for making an accusation, as it felt foolish to make. Yet, Springpaw knew deep down that Dovefluff wasn’t the type of cat to do anything like this at all. With that being said, began to quickly follow after the molly after she spoke, head tucked low as she approached her side. She remained silent though, but she mentally awaited a response from the queen as she followed closely alongside her.
Staring at the body, she realizes she's made a mistake, it wasn't dovefluff at all.
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Bumblestar's ears twitched as she watched the warrior in front of her run through the explanation. It matched up with the lack of blood, the location they had been at. She'd have to take this to Twilightstar and Fallownose—just one more starsforsaken headache coming her way.
A portion of the explanation sort of reminded her of Violetfreckle and herself... but she and Violetfreckle were different. Violetfreckle was nothing but a fishy nuisance, not some secret sweetheart she longed to meet up with in the middle of the night, or whatever the hell was going on here. Her ears twitched with blatant disappointment and thinly veiled anger. "Your carelessness puts this partially on you," she said flatly. "Give me the name of the WindClanner you'd met up with."
**Petalflight**
The she-cat held the leader's stare, noting the anger but giving it little consideration. There was no point in speculating where this was going or what the future held for her, the course was set and it'd be what it would be. She had choices that could potentially change what would be but it was only a possibility and she was still under the curse of caring about one more cat. She still wasn't sure she knew what loyalty was or what it looked like but she knew that she didn't need anybody else around her being brought down by this. Blackfir was already dead and she had been caught at the scene. Maybe it was naïve to believe she had any power in keeping everybody else out of this but at least it wouldn't be coming from her mouth. "I cannot do that. I am sure you understand why." Petalflilght glanced pointedly back at the warrior that had escorted her back to camp, Gentledoe, as she was now focusing on carrying out Bumblestar's direction.
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The she-cat held the leader's stare, noting the anger but giving it little consideration. There was no point in speculating where this was going or what the future held for her, the course was set and it'd be what it would be. She had choices that could potentially change what would be but it was only a possibility and she was still under the curse of caring about one more cat. She still wasn't sure she knew what loyalty was or what it looked like but she knew that she didn't need anybody else around her being brought down by this. Blackfir was already dead and she had been caught at the scene. Maybe it was naïve to believe she had any power in keeping everybody else out of this but at least it wouldn't be coming from her mouth. "I cannot do that. I am sure you understand why." Petalflilght glanced pointedly back at the warrior that had escorted her back to camp, Gentledoe, as she was now focusing on carrying out Bumblestar's direction.
She ran her tongue over her lips as renewed suspicion made her fur prickle again. The lack of blood and injury was one thing, but to deny vital information was entirely another. She also really didn't like the look Petalflight threw Gentledoe's way. The hell did that even mean??
"I don't think I do, actually," She didn't bother to hid the growing skepticism in her tone. "But I'm sure you understand how your refusal to cooperate with me on this makes you look. Goin' out to meet a WindClanner, who then kills Blackfir, who you then refuse to name after being caught red-pawed with his body? It's not good.
"I'm givin' you one last opportunity here. Give me the name so I can handle 'em, or feel free to walk yourself out of my territory and never come back."
[ bumblestar is offering petalflight one more chance to reveal the name! refusal to do so on her part will result in bumblestar exiling her from tc. ]
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• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes, torn right ear
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Wait… his body was half-eaten? Springpaw’s gut clenched tightly as her throat immediately began to clench itself from the sheer horrific thought. Why would a cat eat another cat? That’s… that’s just wrong! She could’ve swore that she felt warm, salty tears from at the corner of her eyes from the thought, a paw raising as it covered against her mouth to keep away to horrific stench of blood. Her ears didn’t only take in that bit of information though, as her fear-drenched eyes quickly darted towards the next cat that approached the matter. She could’ve swore her heart sank when she saw the she-cat glaring suspiciously at Dovefluff. Words fought themselves up her throat to defend the blood-sodden molly, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Pity and shame coursed throughout the small calico as she glanced guiltily at Dovefluff. I’m sorry, Ms. Dove, I wanna help but…
Her thoughts were quickly dissolved as soon as she heard Hazelpaw screech, Springpaw’s quickly whipping around to face the distressed molly. A frown grew apparent on the calico’s face, and she opened her jaws to speak, only to suddenly shut them once Cracklepaw began running his little mouth. Her lips quickly curled into a small scowl as Cracklepaw started to ask both merely unnecessary and uncomfortable questions. She hoped she wasn’t the only one that thought that the weird furball was both somewhat annoying and arrogant. It was almost like he was trying to get himself in trouble, as it seemed to the pastel calico. Her ears then angled themselves towards another voice that spoke, Mothdapple, she assumed, as the feline began to speak about why a ShadowClan warrior was here. Springpaw felt her irritation start to bubble in her chest, the young seven moon old molly quickly forcefully speaking up. She was tired of Dovefluff being looked at like she committed this heinous crime.
“Dovefluff didn’t do this,” Springpaw spoke up, glancing sideways towards Mothdapple and anybody else that decided to start accusing Dovefluff, “I don’t know Dovefluff much, but I know that she wouldn’t do this to an innocent cat. Especially one of her own clan-mates.” A blue eye flickered in the gray felines direction, hoping it would be enough for her to not be accused so much by them. Within her very soul and mind, Springpaw knew that Dovefluff wouldn’t do such a thing to cats or to even her own clan-mates. However, the back of her mind screeched at her for making an accusation, as it felt foolish to make. Yet, Springpaw knew deep down that Dovefluff wasn’t the type of cat to do anything like this at all. With that being said, began to quickly follow after the molly after she spoke, head tucked low as she approached her side. She remained silent though, but she mentally awaited a response from the queen as she followed closely alongside her.
Mothdapple's eyes widened as she took a step backwards. "Oh.. no, no. I've never accused her of being responsible for this." She said reassuringly, a bit taken by surprise. She turned her gaze, slowly blinking towards the ShadowClan queen. Sure, the tortoisshell molly had been surprised to see her here, but she could never imagine her hurting anyone. Mothdapple couldn't imagine any clan cat who'd commit such a horrible crime, and to.. eat.. their victim too. She gagged a bit at the thought. No, she was certain this wasn't the work of Dovefluff. "Whoever did this couldn't have been a clan cat, I refuse to believe that. If anything my bet is on some bloodthirsty and very.. immoral rogue" The she-cat almost choked on her last words. There was something very wrong with this and the warrior felt a chill running down her spine as she imagined someone actually.. eating another cat. Mothdapple quickly tried getting herself together before offering a reassuring smile to Dovefluff. She knew it wasn't her.
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Sharpeye watched Wolfkit sail through the air, aiming for his tail. He looked away and felt a sharp pain in his tail. He looked over at his tail. "Congratulations! You caught my tail!" The caretaker said happily.
Wolfkit's small form trembled with excitement as he finally managed to catch Sharpeye's tail in his tiny paws. His bright eyes gleamed with mischievous delight as he held on tightly, feeling the soft fur beneath his pads. He just couldn't resist the temptation to give the tail a little nibble.
With a mischievous grin, Wolfkit opened his tiny jaws, revealing sharp milk teeth, and gingerly reached to pressed them against the fur-covered appendage. He could feel the tail twitching beneath his grip, but he was determined to savor this victorious moment. With a little growl in his throat, he planned to give the tail a gentle tug and relish in the sensation.
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