OTTERSNAP
Tom // Camp // Tags; Minnowshade, Blazingsun, Cranepaw // Vote; Blizzardstrike
Ottersnap woke quickly. Sleep didn't come easily to him, especially not recently. The deaths of the apprentices and the exile of their medicine cat had left a hole in the heart of Riverclan, and with their already small numbers, things felt incredibly bleak. Ottersnap felt on edge, upset he hadn't been able to protect his apprentice from a killer, and worried that they had voted wrong, and something might happen again. Worry felt like a constant coil in his gut, worry for his fellow clan mates and worry especially for his family. The thought that something could happen to his family made him feel sick.
Hearing someone else rise and exit the den roused Ottersnap out of his fitful slumber, and he too rose several moments later. It took him a moment to process the strange smell in the den, but he quickly stood up, eyes narrowing as he looked over the other sleeping cats. Something did in fact smell strange, but he couldn't place it. Maybe things were just going off in his older age. With a sigh, he exited the den, gaze landing on the only other cats awake.
Padding over to the three with a frown, he caught a bit of what Minnowshade had said, and his expression seemed to darken. " I could smell it too. Couldn't place it though."