by Arcaii » Sun Aug 17, 2014 4:59 am
Choices:
1. Say nothing
2. Say nothing
3. Say nothing
4. I believe you
5. I believe you
6. Worry about Rowanpaw
7. Say nothing
Roll says... 4: I believe you.
"I believe you," you say, looking at her with as honest an expression as you can muster. She may be mean, but you doubt even she would willingly keep something in pain and dying.
Her eyes move to look at you, but she doesn't say anything. She does, however, seem to relax her death grip on the crow just a little, which is good.
Your little makeshift patrol walks into the camp entrance, met with dozens of eyes and a few murmurs. Cinderpaw doesn't look at any of them, just keeps her eyes to the ground as she drops off the crow. Divercloud calls her in to be treated for the already drying wounds on her neck and head, and she silently follows the sound of his voice.
Your mother, having only been back for a few minutes, does a great deal of fussing over your scratches, which you honestly forgot about. They aren't even really hurting anymore - you're reminded of them when you yawn or curl your lip, but overall they'll likely be gone within a few days.
Birchstar chats with Eveningtail about what they could do about this situation; you get bored of listening pretty quickly, because it turns into him asking her to do something, rather than just deciding to do something himself. You mill over to the prey pile and grab a fish, heading for the shade by the nursery and settling down to eat.
Both of the bigger kits, Cloverkit and Brightkit, have wandered outside. The golden sister prances through the crowd, eagerly asking about the fight, which she had missed, while the red-and-white tom sits down next to you.
"How upset was Cinderpaw?" he asks.
"Quite." You chew contentedly at the fish. "I'm surprised she didn't immediately fight me and Eveningtail."
He looks at you, tilting his head. "I don't think she would. There's a reason why she only fights with the louder warriors."
Brightkit is most certainly the smarter of the pair - while his sister is more concerned with being a normal kitten, the tom has always had an odd, almost ageless intelligence to him. He's only about 4 moons old, and even as an apprentice you feel a little outmatched whenever you talk to him. The elders theorize that he'll immediately go to be Divercloud's apprentice - he's got a good memory and several lifetimes worth of patience, plus he does seem to like the old coot for some reason. A match made in StarClan.
"What do you make of this whole thing, then?" you ask through a mouthful of carp.
He looks towards a cluster of warriors, all fiercely discussing how to go about punishing Cinderpaw. "I don't know. She just seems... misunderstood."
You snort.
"She never gets why she was punished," he continues, ignoring you. "She reacts to it by doing more bad things, and keeps the cycle going. I don't think she'll stop on her own - someone's got to tell her what to do."
"She doesn't like being told what to do," you point out.
"So it keeps going anyway." Brightkit's ear twitches. "She might just end up being lost to the rogues someday. That's kind of sad."
You don't reply, partly because you're still eating. After a few minutes, Sparrowpelt calls them back in, and Cloverkit playfully bats your ears before darting inside. Brightkit waves his thin tail and follows.
The night soon comes, and you head for the apprentice den. You curl up, thinking over today's events, and it actually takes you a while to sleep, as you're almost certain that someone will leave camp again.