RiverClan Territory

[dino.]

Redmire had been hoping to get some agreement from the other two, or at least some reassurance... she hadn't been expecting an outside interruption. Dusklion's sudden appearance set her hackles rising, and she stopped in her tracks, claws sinking automatically into the dirt.

It wasn't until she registered no aggression or accusation in the deputy's voice, only a sort of resigned curiosity, that she allowed herself to relax. Dusklion wasn't someone who hid her emotions very well. If she didn't sound angry, then...

"You're smart." Redmire's tone was flat. "You want what's best for RiverClan like we do. I think you can figure it out."

[ @Rowan @BEAR. @taillow ]

[BEAR.]

Like him once...

Sedgeflake isn't proud of this. His parents and aunt had raised them to be obedient, listen to authority - stay in line. But when the line was pushed back over and over, at what point does one cross it?

"... it doesn't matter if others are angry, they're not the ones threatening us with death every other announcement." A grim reality, one that left many discouraged and wary. "Paired with all the blood already spilled at his word... to be a shark, to stop the madness, our fate would be kinder." Because even if the others retaliated, he didn't think their tongues would be removed or their throats torn out as a public display of power.

Dusklion's presence made him tense, but given the lack of... Aggression behind her questions he relaxed. Just a little. "We just want to do what must be done to preserve RiverClan’s future."

[ @dino. @taillow @Rowan ]

[taillow]

Dusklion - RiverClan Deputy

It hurt.

It really, really hurt, more than she ever could've imagined.

Time seemed to pass by unknowingly to Dusklion as she sunk further into the ground, next to the pool of blood and Fades' scent. Her head throbbed with the tears that fell from her, feral screams ripping her throat from the inside out. Ragged breathing caused her fur to become disheveled and mud wedged into her claws as they tore up the ground around her. A trio of crows resting in a nearby tree took flight as her jaws parted to release another heartbroken wail.

It was pitiful, really. Because she knew he hadn't cared about her all that much. His actions had proved that. But stars above, underneath all of this Dusklion had just wanted her brother to come back. She had just wanted him to return to the cat she knew, the cat who had found her all alone with no memories and took her under his wing. The cat who had taught her how to hunt her first mouse, who had shown her how to defend herself.

"It was suppose to be you 'n me, you fluff-headed, minnow-hearted, worthless piece of..." The words died in her throat as Dusklion shoved her face into the ground, loud sobs continuing to wrack her body.

This wasn't how it was suppose to end at all.

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. .

. . .

When the tears finally stopped flowing, and her lungs stopped screaming for air... Dusklion lifted her head. She needed to get back to the Clan, tell them about her discovery. Tell them that... that Fades wouldn't be returning. It was dangerous here, now; too dangerous. Even though her heart was broken, she had a Clan to look after. RiverClan didn't deserve a leader who wallowed in her own self-pity and guilt.

So she swallowed. She shoved every bad and uncomfortable emotion back into her chest, locking it away and tossing the key away. She rose to her paws and, on numb paws, turned away from the scene. Eventually, she faintly registered coming across a stream where she washed herself off, clearing away all of the blood and the dirt and the grime.

From there, she headed back home.

[ closed, just for timeline purposes ]

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[MaximusPrime27]

As OspreyDart exited the camp and entered RiverClan territory he smelled the salty air, commonly meditating his stress away. Everything around him was calm, even he was calm. He smelled multiple of his clanmates scents in the air. He smelled some prey but not much, as he stayed in his spot with his eyes closed, his ears listening to his surroundings, and his paws feeling the earth around him.

{Half an Hour Later}:

Osprey snapped out of his meditation state, looking around as he saw his paw marks on the ground he stood. Osprey turned around heading back inside the camp to the clearing, walking past the nursery and into the warrior den for a nap.

[Idiotic.Bean101]

In the territory, leaned up on a rock, a brown-furred body with now matted, bloody fur is leaned up on a rock.

Its Catfishwhisker.
Catfishwhisker died.
It's dead.

[anika]

Rosehawk
RiverClan Warrior
The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death

[ Chill of Death has been activated. ]

Rosehawk had been out hunting when a sudden shiver ran up her spine. There was a dead cat around. Shouldering her way through the undergrowth, the warrior´s frosty blue hues widened at the sight of Catfishwhisker´s body.

Great StarClan, would the deaths ever slow? With a sigh, Rosehawk made her way over to her dead Clanmate and managed to haul it onto her back. Rosehawk would take it back to camp and report to Stormstar and Owltalon.

[ @Idiotic.Bean101 - body found o7 ]

[ChromeSpooky_Hwaa]

Willowtail sat in the clearing
Sweetsap fell asleep with Softpaw beside her.
Daisypaw, Willowtail

[MaximusPrime27]

OspreyDart: Riverclan Warrior
16 Moons Old
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As Osprey was done with his swim, he climbed out the water to shake off his wet and dampened fur. How much he wished to be with his mother. "Stupid sand!" Osprey said 'again'. He decided to leave the sand in his paws. He looked at the sky, his tail flicking in the sand under him. He got on all fours walking around the territory, stopping every now and then to quench his thirst.

Osprey shot up his ears when he heard a sound nearby. "Who's there?" The cats fur stood on end as he heard no answer. "You are trespassing on riverclan territory! This is your final warning!" The tom crouched to hide himself in the grass. Still no response. "Maybe I'm just hearing things." He went back to his business, which he had none. His ears pinned when he felt a small prick in his paws pads. It was a small bramble thorn. "Hmm?" He picked it out with his mouth and launched it to the other side.

Osprey reentered clan camp to check up on the kits and queens, making sure they are okay.