[alec]

rookfire wondered what he had done to find himself on a territory tour with not only the new apprentice, (adderpaw their name was, rook had actually listened at the meeting) but also mistlewhisker but he was certainly not complaining about the company. even if simple territory patrols were not his favourite activity, and not even close to his favourite kind of training, he was happy to at least earn a bit more extra points towards staying in this position even through injury.
somehow settled into the position of semi leading the group, muzzle perhaps half a length in front of mistlewhiskers, rookfire had expected much but not to turn a corner, immediately be overwhelmed by the smell of a disturbed yew, spot two presumably dead bodies and a tiny kit about to sign their own fate. the enforcer sped up before that thought had really set in, driven by the vision of another death and the memory of the injured kit he hadnt been able to help because of fadingsun. he briefly wondered whether or not they had died before returning to the task at hand, that being slamming into the kit at full speed. there were probably other ways to keep the kit away but he had already started running by the time that was relevant in his mind. upon stopping and spinning back around he leaned down to the kit at a speed that wouldve made him dizzy at worse times. "did you eat any?!" he asked, gaze seeking for any signs of the berries before deciding that he couldnt spot any juice and they were out of risk. otherwise, it was unlikely for them to survive either way, they had no yarrow and deathberries were a sure bringer of death in the very most of cases.
now that the kit was definitely out of danger, rookfire stepped around the mystery kit to inspect the adult felines on the ground. by the kits presence he could assume they were at least in some way related or close and upon closer inspection of the foam pooling by their mouths and redish liquid to prove the origin of this tragedy. "theyre still warm"
two dead by the roots of a yew bush, what a fate. almost like the yew had come to do its job properly for once, the guard of the dead promoted to the one allowed to play god. what pity. rookfire supressed a smile, this was quite the scene, yet all he could think about was their cannibal. this was bloody perfect. they just had to keep silent about the circumstances of their dead, maybe make em bleed a bit, position properly and yap in camp. and none of them would ever have to take a life because they were already there! though, rookfire wouldnt have minded a bit of action. its been awfully long since shadowclan had teamed up with the other clans and it had been quiet since then.. "just the outsiders we've been waiting for" he muttered, steel grey eyes briefly seeking mistlewhiskers, aiming to guess how much mistlewhisker was agreeing with him here.

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