brindlefeather was not one to travel to the edges of the territory, let alone leave the comforting marshlands of riverclan. stars, no. her heart would race and her legs would become all shaky and she felt like she couldn't swallow. this was under different circumstances, though. despite it's racing heart, the warrior was stepping out of the territory with a small inhale. it'd been tracking the scent of riverclan - most definitely one of her clanmates - with the scent of death overlaying it.
now, she'd heard about the...mishap in the clearing, but was (perhaps blissfully) unaware of the fact the trespasser had been murdered. she'd seen the blood in the clearing, and chose to believe that the loner had just been injured, then chased off. as it neared the flower-filled plains, it was starting to think it was wrong.
from a distance, she could see a fluffy brown pelt, the one of a tom named otterfluff she believed, circlinh around something. quickening her pace, she immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw the corpse that was barely a few kit-steps away from the tom who was digging a grave. god, it felt like it might have a heart attack any second now with how fast it's heart was beating. it'd seen a body before, it wasn't abnormal for cats who lived in a clan, but it'd never seen one so..
it's mouth was tugged down in a frown as it forced itself to swallow down bile, shuddering. the torbie's tail swayed anxiously, attempting to take a deep breath. "ot-tterfluff," she coughed, dipping her head in a small greeting. "do y-you, uh..um..need he-help or..?" she questioned with widened eyes, voice quavering. stars, no! why did i do that? i don't want to help with a corpse!! regret was something brindlefeather often felt, but this time it was almost overwhelming.
Otterfluff
The scent of his homeland caused his nose to twitch long before the sound of paw steps could be heard in the distance. But Otterfluff continued to work away at the gravesite, his ears twitching towards Brindlefeather being the only sign of acknowledgement from the tom. Silence followed shortly after as he finished digging out the grave, adding more to the growing pile of soil and dirt to the side. Once it was deep enough Otterfluff pulled back and finally looked up towards his Clanmate.
"Brindlfeather." His words held the same familiar warmth tone that he greeted all of his Clanmates with, accompanied by the cordial dip of his head. Her expression was easy to read - the wide eyes and the and the stutter. Otterfluff blinked, momentarily confused as to what had garnered such a reaction. "Oh." Perhaps it was the body laying limp at his paws covered in blood. "That's quite alright. The digging is already done." And with that, the young tom scooted the body across the short distance until it rolled gently into the divot of land.
Moving the soil back over to cover it up, Otterfluff looked up as his paws worked aimlessly beneath him. "Although I wish there had been another way to handle the situation without the murder of a cat we did not know, they were rather persistent with their... violent plans." How much had Brindlefeather been made aware of? Certainly news about the loner barging into camp had made the rounds, or at least been told to Sparrowskip. If not that, then for sure they would be aware due to the blood that was still likely staining the clearing back at camp.
The last bit of soil was moved from the pile to the newly dug grave, and Otterfluff glanced down at it. Part of him wondered where cats went after death if they held no faith in StarClan. Was it just an empty void? A desolate black hole that cursed them to an endless eternity of being alone? It sounded... terrifying the longer his mind lingered on it so the fluffy brown tom padded away from the gravesite. "What brings you out past our Clans' borders?" he inquired, deciding to change the subject with ease.
oh, thank starclan! it silently cheered, sighing softly with relief. (the relief was temporary, as there was still a corpse there.) it wasn't sure if it could even emotionally handle digging a grave with a body right beside it. otterfluff's nonchalant attitude was astounding to brindlefeather. "oookay..j-just wanted to see.." she murmured, gaze dancing between the body rolling into the grave and her paws.
so the molly was violent. why did cats have to be violent?? what did they even get out of it other than getting hurt or killed, or killing or hurting others? also, could loners please just leave riverclan alone? that would be great. awesome even! maybe it would put the warriors beating heart at ease for once.
then, came the dreaded question that reminded it that it was past the border and it felt like it would die. "oh," she croaked, blinking. "you know..um. stuff like.." she trailed off, mumbling a bunch of unrecognizable gibberish. there were only about three words that were easy to make: "blood..riverclan scent.." and soon came a small "uh ..got curious." and worried, but that!! was unnecessary!! because clearly otterfluff was fine. maybe a little weird in her eyes, though.
i'm not good at talking at all. the torbie glanced at the grave, amber eyes glittered with concern. "riverclan sure does have a problem with trespassers.." okay, that was good, no stammering or anything. "do you, uh, think there'll be another problem like...this?"
Otterfluff
Speaking in such fragmented sentences piqued the interest of the brown tom as he studied Brindlefeather closer. They seemed nervous about something, at least as far as Otterfluff could tell. Buried was the body so it was no longer that - or maybe the whole scenario was lingering longer for his Clanmate than it was for him. As far as he was concerned, once the body was buried so to were the emotions associated with its disposal. But, not every cat thought the same way he did.
Following blood mixed with RiverClan scent was a decent enough defense though, not like Otterfluff had been seeking to prosecute Brindlefeather for her mild curiosity. He gave her a nod, gesturing back towards the camp borders in an indication that they could head back now. "I certainly hope not, but if word spreads that we have recently lost our leader, I fear that the shift in power may attract unwanted visitors." If outsiders were learning where their camp was, than the brown tom would not put it past them to also have knowledge of Clan hierarchy - and alongside that, the fact that RiverClan had recently lost their leader.
Nose turned to the air as the scent markers came closer into view, Otterfluff cast a look to Brindlefeather. "I assume that Sparrowskip - or Sparrowstar now, hopefully - will do something about the increased presence. Although I hope he will not simply allow RiverClan to be driven from our home due to some pesky loners adapting a grandiose sense of self-importance." A snort followed his words as if the loners in question were not worth a single thought from him.
He padded along, his furless, and scared paw limping with him. He hadn't quite figure out how to deal with it, ever since the attack. His mind flashed dangerously to the depths of a river, where he imagined himself drowning, and Shadestorm just watching. The shadow of his family cast over the water, as they watched. Expressionless. All his kids, they were not kids anymore. They we're grown, not needing of him. He was useless. It's best if he was on his own. But his clan, he was loyal to. Even if he was disapproving of Dawnstar, he was loyal to his clan. If his family didn't need him, he still needed them, as much as he hated to admit.
Rain tickled his pelt, making his body flinch at every piercing drop of cold. Shivering, he began to walk at a faster pace, in search for shelter.
Ever since she joined Riverclan as a young cat she had learned to enjoy the water on her fur, to thrive in the element Riverclan was so known for, that the other clans couldn't handle like them, and she did like to swim around in the water, fleeing almost like she was flying, but the didn't like the rain. Yet she had made her way outside the camp. Why? She didn't know, but she needed to do something, not just sit around like that a moment longer. Alone, suffocated by her thoughts. Kestrelstar had died, and at the meeting everyone had seemed to grieve, cry over the cold body, but as soon as that was over, so many cats had simply moved on so quick. Maybe it was that she was born outside the clan, where death wasn't seen as such a... common thing, or maybe she simply didn't like change, but she wasn't ready for things to move past their former leader's death.
So she had gone on a walk in the rain, and kept going forward without thinking where she was going, until a sound other than the wind and raindrops rang somewhere. Tired, silver-spotted pelt drenched in water, she looked up, and peered through the rain to try and make out who the cat - because it sounded like a cat - was. "Who's there."
Ever since she joined Riverclan as a young cat she had learned to enjoy the water on her fur, to thrive in the element Riverclan was so known for, that the other clans couldn't handle like them, and she did like to swim around in the water, fleeing almost like she was flying, but the didn't like the rain. Yet she had made her way outside the camp. Why? She didn't know, but she needed to do something, not just sit around like that a moment longer. Alone, suffocated by her thoughts. Kestrelstar had died, and at the meeting everyone had seemed to grieve, cry over the cold body, but as soon as that was over, so many cats had simply moved on so quick. Maybe it was that she was born outside the clan, where death wasn't seen as such a... common thing, or maybe she simply didn't like change, but she wasn't ready for things to move past their former leader's death.
So she had gone on a walk in the rain, and kept going forward without thinking where she was going, until a sound other than the wind and raindrops rang somewhere. Tired, silver-spotted pelt drenched in water, she looked up, and peered through the rain to try and make out who the cat - because it sounded like a cat - was. "Who's there."
Rainysky
He perked his ears, hearing a voice, finally one that wasn't in his head, call him. Or, at least ask something of him. If he runs into a clan cat, he'd be stuck. He wouldn't know what to do. Go with the flow. Growling, he stopped, shook his pelt, and stretched his body, eyes wide open, as he prepared himself for an encounter. The rain was falling harder now, making him squint in the foggy plains. "I'm here." He said plainly, staring at the direction of the call. His tail lightly ran over the wet grass, making him shiver at the sudden cold. Why was everything always so cold? StarClan just hates my old bones... He thought, sitting down, claws unsheathed. "What's your name." He called into the mist, not nessacarily asking a question, but more of an order. He was used to cats listening to him. He was a wise cat, cracked with age. Normally that helped him in camp, but he'll never know what he'd encounter outside of the clans.
@duskfire1 Vine walked over to the tom. "Hello. For what I have heard, you used to be a ShadowClan cat, no? Can you help me find camp?"
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Otterfluff
A soft sigh escaped Otterfluff's lips as he considered what to do next. Perhaps wash the crimson stains from his fur and rid his paws of the stench of soil. There was no reason to trot back into camp with the remnants of burial duty still clinging to him. "Nonetheless," he finally spoke, giving a curt nod to Brindlefeather, "an incident such as this needs to be reported to him. You are welcome to come back with me, or continue about your day I suppose." A friendly nod and warm smile directed in the way of his Clanmate, Otterfluff padded back towards the scent lines of RiverClan territory, tail swishing in the air behind him.
[ @sid i hope you don't mind that i wrapped this roleplay up! once i have a few die down i would love to have another interaction between these two! ]
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