Skunkblaze was confused why Weaselskip was so annoyed. Sure. I just thought you were busy explaining something to Hailpaw. Skunkblaze padded towards where the stale rogue scent had been, and stood beside it. The scent was right here. I don't think the rogue crossed our border, but it was here. she mewed. @Arie @Estelle
Weaselskip took in a deep breath trying to calm her raging temperament. It was getting the better hand of her right this moment and she gestured with her tail to Hailpaw and followed Skunkblaze over to the scent pushing her annoying clanmate out of the way so she could get a good smell of it before it was completely destroyed by their own scent markers. "Hail hurry sweet thing, you need to get a good smell before our own scents take over and destroy it." She moved out of the way and gestured for the steel grey apprentice to come over and have a look and smell the scent. "This is what rogue scent usually smells like although it does wary depending on the cat. But this is a good idea to remember. Every cat has their unique scent pawprint but the ones for rogue is that its usually very different from clan scents." With that said she sat back on her haunches and waited for Hailpaw to get an idea... Then she would head home. It'd been a lot already and she let out a soft smile when looking at the apprentice.
Her assumption had been proved.. Weasel seemed irritated by Skunkblaze and Skunkblaze seemed to not understand why. And in all honesty she didn't completely understand either aside from the obvious, though that was a concern to her only, and there were more important things going on right now. Like the rogue scent!
Stepping forward as the older molly called her, Hailpaw started sniffing the said place. It smelled.. Interesting. New; as to be expected. With that, there was a clear difference in the strength of the scent compared to the ShadowClan border. It was likely because the border was marked by several, and this was only one rogue, but maybe the fact that it was supposed to be stale played a part too? Probably; maybe not a big role but still. "It smells quite different.." of course it did "Not so strong either" the apprentice eventually decided on voicing her thoughts before committing the scent to her memory. Now... It was time to leave? A bit of a shame, but understandable, and so Hailpaw carried a small smile nevertheless.
Are we heading back to camp now? Skunkblaze mewed after Hailpaw was finished familiarizing herself with the rogue scent. She hoped so. She had had enough of Weaselskip's seeming annoyance at her, for what she had no idea. Turning from Hailpaw and Weaselskip, she eyed the moor in case anything had escaped their notice previously, though she doubted it. @Arie @Estelle
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Weaselskip nodded and then gestured up to the rolling hills and back towards the camp. "Let's get home. I have got a meeting waiting for me that I would not like to miss, but I also need to eat so we better pick up the pace and hurry our asses back," sending a look at Skunkblaze, "and you're coming too." with that the grey molly began the process of making her way out and up on the hills her long legs easily picking up a steady pace away from the border.
Endlessly the white and black spotted tom called out to the hay-wired black warrior. The news spread like wildfire at camp and he couldn't believe it. Even though they wouldn't lie..it's just- it can't be! Oddly enough, for some reason, he felt a thread of connection with Foxbite. He's the only part of Windclan 'family' knew and the only one who's close to Hogpaw. Or at least, a little bit. All he knows it made him feel ..alright and safe. An image of a thick, muddy brown tom appeared in his track of mind. Brown eyes glimmering happily to see him with an inviting waft of yellow aura abutting him.
Cowpaw panted heavily, thumping down hard against the dirt like a mad cat searching for his clanmate. The thoughts accelerated in his head making him unable to use any of his senses. Green eyes flashed widely lashing right and left, another picture clouded his mind again. It was Foxpudge along with his old clanmates in the moorland looking content and happy.
Sped up again.
He blinked to the sight of an emerald moor that travels up to where it can touch the blue sky. The familiar smell of perfume and nutty scent of flowers, distinctly heather, gorse, honey that the wind merrily embodied him in glee as he rushed through the tree-less land of home.
He blinked again.
His sight stared down to his moving paws trailing on a soddy, wet path with the earthy floor laced with roots and clustered trees that seemed to close down on him. He realized the dark mahogany forest turned into his worse nightmare. Just as the trees slowly crowded him, his lungs seemed to clutch down as if a cat is sitting down on his neck. Chest heaving, breathing but it felt like he wasn't and that resulted in him gasping for air. He ran and ran checking every border, hollow and more until his paws given out, collapsing on the ground. Where is Foxbite? He couldn't have gone far?
The spotted apprentice tried to gather his thoughts but his heart hammered like two stones colliding into each other. His mind couldn't function. His sight started to blur, ready to blackout any second.
Until.. a horrible scent pierced his nostrils triggering his gag reflex. The air held a putrid, putrescine smell like rotting flesh accompanied with a cloud of flies parading on two bodies. A raise of his paw he rubbed his eyes to clear his sight of what laid in front of him. It was obvious. Clear as day that it's a black cat, his only green eye stared blankly toward the sky. That single thread he cherished suddenly snapped. "Foxbite?" he couldn't believe what he's seeing. He placed his paw on the dead warrior's back, gently shoving him as if the tom would jump up and say 'hey'. But that wasn't the case as he continued to gently headbutt the cold corpse. "S-Stop playing around! We... we have to go back to camp and maybe they'll take you back in! Come on!" in pure denial, he spewed out as dark emotions started to surface from the depth of his heart. But what eradicated it to a full extent was another brown body that caught the corner of his eye. Looked like birds had picking on them, maggots working through its body already eaten half of the cat's flesh, exposing the white bones. He continued to stare at the decomposing cat, something didn't sit well in his heart. He..he felt a chill down his spine. Cowpaw walked around to see the face and screamed at all living hell. "HOGPAW!!" Tears exploded, he tugged on his old friend's ear despite already being detached from his almost non-existent body. His mind went blank. "Hogpaw, hogpaw, hogpaw," he cried, gasping to only cry louder and louder. "I-I should've looked for you! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!! What-," he hiccuped, sobbing between his words, "What happened to you!!? Starclan no, please, no..! No, no, no, no.." he looked over to Foxbite frantically, "Let's go Foxbite, let's go..." his voice croaked, now dragging over the black tom toward Windclan border. "We have to go home! We..we..,"
His happy world crumbled. The beautiful colors he saw slowly drain away exposing this horrible reality as it crashes into his heavy heart and mind. A sudden gasp for air his glimmering eyes turned blank staring absent-mindedly toward the trees until his sight spiraled in the world of darkness.
As soon as Icestar had been given the name of the attacker, she had taken off full speed into the territory, following the scent of Foxbite. His blood...It streaked the pine needles all the way to the border. She saw a lump of fur, and heard movement. The leader approached slowly, only to quickly realize it was Cowpaw. And...Foxbite. The scene was enough to make even Icestar's stomach turn. She'd seen her fair share of gore, but this was something else. And Cowpaw's sobs...
She wasn't empathetic. She wasn't motherly. But she could sense the intense pain that the former WindClan cat was feeling. She stepped closer quietly, not saying a word. She just rested her tail upon Cowpaw's shoulder, a small show of support, and stared grimly at the bodies at their feet.
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As soon as Icestar had been given the name of the attacker, she had taken off full speed into the territory, following the scent of Foxbite. His blood...It streaked the pine needles all the way to the border. She saw a lump of fur, and heard movement. The leader approached slowly, only to quickly realize it was Cowpaw. And...Foxbite. The scene was enough to make even Icestar's stomach turn. She'd seen her fair share of gore, but this was something else. And Cowpaw's sobs...
She wasn't empathetic. She wasn't motherly. But she could sense the intense pain that the former WindClan cat was feeling. She stepped closer quietly, not saying a word. She just rested her tail upon Cowpaw's shoulder, a small show of support, and stared grimly at the bodies at their feet.
Sadness streamed endlessly, dampening his cheeks and redden his heartbroken eyes that never left their bodies. Like what most felt when someone departs from this world, it takes a piece of something from that someone. Though, for Cowpaw it was everything. He doesn't have any cat else. No parents, no friends-- nothing. The apprentice felt like a hollow shell and what's left of his crumbling heart faintly beat for comfort. And so that happened. A gentle tail brush of the leader he leaned in absentmindedly into her fluff, eyes still deadset on his deceased friends. "They...were good cats," he croaked, mind fuzzy from his faint spell. "Good friends." It is all he can say as the adrenaline slowly trickled down, snatching away the tom's energy.
"I have nobody now," his mew cracked ready to sob again but there were no more tears to spill. He only whimpered, shuffling his paws as a coping mechanism.
Weaselskip slowly made her way back across the border, the grey molly's head still held high despite Icestar's words. But spotting a windclan apprentice of all things she gave a sigh. This was just typical. Approaching him she started her words off with, "Don't say a word. And I won't say a word about you being out in the territory on your own okay?" Weaselskip didn't want to jeopardise her position in Windclan due to one hotheaded mistake of her own.
The blue point tom had been out hunting in the territory. Mostly because he felt like it and had totally forgotten that apprentices weren’t supposed to be out alone. Nonetheless, his hunting trip had taken him to the ShadowClan boarder. He watched from a short distance as... Weaselskip hurried over the boarder? Rolling his eyes he padded closer. That was when the older she spoke before he got a chance to. Then it hit him, he was out in the territory. ALONE! Oh stars would his warrior ceremony be delayed? Though as she continued, he sighed. Secret for a secret. And either way, if Twilightstar found out about his, than he would just tell her about Weaselskip. And Weaselskip would be at the possibility of being exiled.
Nodding, “alright. We can just say you took me out hunting for the day. And I caught enough to look like we were both hunting with just not good luck.” Which, probably wouldn’t happen to Creekpaw as he was a great hunter for his age.
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Breezefeather let out a small sigh as the silver tom trekked down the moors. He felt like... he should do this. Say a final goodbye while still in this solemn mood after breaking down... after grieving from the loss of his children finally... A last goodbye for now, to his mother. Who despite resting in the stars, also rested in the dirt close to the Shadowclan border. Her grave was preserved, simply because he preserved it. His eyes glanced to the side at Lilypaw who followed him... it would show her why... he was so broken. A part of him had died that day... many many seasons ago. And it hurt, it still hurt and he didn't know how to feel about it. Making his way over to the mound of dirt, eyes constantly gazing towards the Shadowclan border warily, he bowed his head... and dropped the heather blooms he'd collected onto the grave. "I hope Starclan... is still watching... over you... Ma."
Lilypaw had followed Breezefeather closely upon his request. His cheeks were no longer damp from his tears, the breeze and warmth of the day had dried up that evidence. But it was still noticable that the tom was still effected very much from the break down she had been an accidental witness to.
His tail dragged on the ground, his shoulder's were higher than his slumped head. But, Lilypaw had to breath a sigh in relief, he looked less tense. Like he could simply slump to the ground in a puddle.
Perhaps she could convince Breezefeather to rest after where he was taking her.
It didn't take long though, for her to recognize where they were, the border between her home clan and Windclan. Breezefeather walked up to a spot that didn't look any different from the rest of the area. But he said he wanted to show her something, so she would stay by him and wait. She walked up to his side then as he set the heather bloom he had picked on their way here. His words caught her and her breath then.
Ma.
Mother.
Green eyes widened as she looked from Breezefeather to the ground where the flower lay.
Oh...Oh.
Lilypaw felt the tears well up in her eyes before she could do a thing about them.
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