Trying to claim a warrior name? Bumblestar could only sneer at Ashpaw as the she-cat spat useless nonsense. "Time of reckoning" her ass. She was gone. No longer a problem.
Her attention turned to Echobarley as the warrior continued the trend of spewing meaningless slop, and only moved to block Rosekit from his view once his ire had turned to her. Then they were both gone. "If I see either of you on ThunderClan land again, you're dead!" she roared after them.
Huffing, she looked back down at Moonfur's body. For as much as she wanted to, Wolfhawk's previous shouted threat of sickness prevented her from getting any closer, so she opted to silently mutter her apologies to the dead warrior for the chaos from where she stood.
"Take care of the body," she grunted to Spiderthroat. "Then go see Wolfhawk after. Don't need you getting sick."
She took a moment to survey the rest of the clearing. Rosekit clung to her, Hivepaw seemed distraught, the other kits present seemed riled up enough, and Nettlepaw... Bumblestar flattened her ears. She'd have to talk to them later. Maybe Hivepaw, too.
"Go with Sunpaw," she muttered to Rosekit, before raising her head. "Whitesplotch! Get the rest of the kits in the nursery. Been enough excitement."
Bumblestar hissed through her teeth. "The rest of you, listen to me 'n listen clearly. The next time I hear about anyone gettin' involved with that spirit, or any other spirit for that matter, you may as well save me the trouble 'n go. We're healin' from a plague. Cats've died 'n we're tryin' to resettle. If you have time to talk to the dead, you have the time to make yourselves useful 'n put yourselves to work! Take a wild guess at which one I'd rather see. If I find out you're prioritizin' ghosts over your Clanmates who still breathe, I'll handle you like I've handled every other traitor in this Clan. I don't care how you help. Hunt, patrol the borders, fix up nests, guard the camp, keep the kits entertained - anything is better than wastin' precious seconds chasin' after the dead! Get to work or get the hell out."
Her head pounded. She'd have to bother Hollowpaw later. For now, she stepped off to the side, eyeing the current group of cats.
@/dragonwind - echobarley left on his own, but as of this post he's considered exiled. he risks being attacked and/or killed if he's seen near or in TC territory. ]
FireflyPaw (for once) had been resting, unfortunately for her, it was whenever the most ruckus seemed to be happening in camp. Boo-boo for her, she missed it all. By time she scrambled herself up, did her best to get her pelt clean and organized, and made her debut into the clearing for the day, it appeared most the entertainment was over, all she saw was a dashing away apprentice. She had heard a bit of the pathetic speech, but honestly had no clue what it was over. So, she made her way to her father, a curious yellow gaze on his. “Dad…what happened?” the she muttered, now confused by Aunty Bumbles demeanor, as well as the body in the clearing.
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The calico did nothing more than stand and watch. He'd insert himself if needed and truthfully he wasn't needed, nor was it warrented. This time anyways. Worries about Bumblestar acting rashly immediately dashed. Although morning, her sense of leadership (in terms of punishment) hadn't changed too much. Although someone finally felt the same resentment towards this "StarClan" that he did.
So, with nothing more than a quirked brow, Spiderthroat listened as she said to do somethin with the body. Stopping a portion of the way just as he heard a familiar little voice speak beside him. Instantly his back paw shot out, stomping in front of the apprentice. An attempt to stop her from getting closer.
"Nothin you're needin to worry about. Don't get close you could get sick." he stated, scrunching so he was looking down at his kit while staying stretched out. Looking around, Spiderthroat spotted Mantisk-Mantispaw. With a gentle nudge of his paw, he attempted to push Fireflypaw towards her sister. "Go make sure your sister stays away from the body." he instructed. Trusting at least some of his kits would listen, the deputy once again made his way towards the body.
If he got sick...that sure would suck. A really pathetic way of dying if you asked him, and he kinda wanted to die in a much cooler way than slowly melting away in a nest. He hated that it happened to Wolfhive, and he definitely refused for it to happen to him.
Nosing under the deceased warrior, wiggling until they were flopped over his back sideways, like a sack of potatoes. Turning to look over his shoulder he called out for anyone who'd hear "Alright. Be back." he huffed.
And with that, Spiderthroat took the body out of camp.
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And than the final note echoed off,
there was no standing ovation
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It was the most beautiful sound.
DaylightWing flicks her tail, standing up and stretching. Just as she straightens up, she feels a small.. something.. hit her. Maybe a rock or something? She looks down, her eyes widening as she sees the kit.
"Oh! You okay, kiddo?" She tilts her head, flicking an ear before the lets out a purring laugh. "Oh- Uh.. I was out with my mentor when I was an apprentice. I was almost a warrior and.."
She crouches down dramatically, flattening her ears to her head. "And I was attacked by a rogue!" She hisses playfully before sitting up. "I.. wasn't prepared to fight and the rogue.. pretended I was a piece of prey and chewed my leg up!"[/CENTER]
Beetlekit's jaw dropped. "They eated your leg?!?!" she shrieked. Her ears flicked back. The levels of evil ... never before seen! Bright blue eyes widened impossibly. Her little kitten tail puffed up. She couldn't decide if she should be horrified or impressed. "Eated it!!!"
Then, the kit squinted. She peered intently up at the warrior, pupils pitch black. They glinted with curiosity. "...did it hurt?" It hurt whenever some grub chewed on her ear in the nursery. But only a little. Beetlekit wondered how much it hurt to get eaten. Did the mice feel it? But weren't they dead? "...are you dead?" the kit's voice quavered tremulously.
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As antkit looks at the figure she rubs her eyes and realize that it was just a hallucination antkit:"oh well"because she just had trauma
As antkit goes to the nursery and looks at the chaos happening far away
Alpinemoon had a sad look on her face and nodded to Darkpaw. She understood more about the two cats' relationship with Moonfur. Alpinemoon shyly meowed to Ashclaw before slowly walking to the Warriors' Den, "Come on, let's get you back to the Warriors' Den."
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BearWillow limped out of the elders den with a huff, he had ignored most of the commotion that went on not long ago in the clearing. He was simply to tired is what he'd probably have said if anyone asked.
Plus that damn leg!
BearWillow hissed under his breath as he stumbled.
"Whatever they tell you kids. You don't want to get old." He murmured to no one in particular, though if any kits were around he hoped they heard him.
Cursing under his breath, the elder settled himself into a spot where the sun struggled to shine and hoped for the best.
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