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No Exile wrote: Whispers had spread fast around camp about Reedpaw's disappearance. It wasn't long before Pigeonstar gathered a patrol, heading out to search for the missing apprentice. Surely, they’d find her and all would be fine, the murmurs subsiding and the clan returning to their normal duties. This thought was dashed when Reedpaw's body was found, much to the horror of everyone. The patrol brought his body back to camp, the clan shouting in confusion and fear. What happened? Who could've done this? Surely Reedpaw wouldn’t have gone out swimming by herself? The air was filled with cats yelling questions, all at varying levels of panic.
Pigeonstar quickly silenced everyone, shaking his head in dismay. “As much as I hate to say it, there were no other scents around where we found Reedpaw. It was only Riverclan.” He paused for a moment, not wanting to say what was sure to throw unease and disruption through his clan. “It had to have been a Riverclan cat. No one else could’ve done this.”
Discomfort rippled through the crowd of gathered cats, as they contemplated what Pigeonstar had said. All was silent as they looked at their fellow clan mates, cats they had known for their whole lives. Had someone here truly committed such an awful act? The silence persisted as they looked at each other, all merely shaking their heads. No, surely none of their clan mates could’ve done this? Surely this must be some sort of terrible accident? No one wished to cast blame on any of their fellow clan mates.
Pigeonstar merely nodded after a moment, understanding what his clan was feeling. Even he didn’t wish to blame anyone here for what had happened to Reedpaw. “Alright. We’ll have a vigil and burial for Reedpaw then. That is all.”
Hopefully this doesn't go poorly for you, Riverclan.
Close Call wrote: It hadn’t been very long since the death of Reedpaw. Perhaps a quarter of a moon. Pigeonstar hadn’t exactly been keeping track of the time, the unrest stirring in his clan was a bit more of a concern. Whispers were still being spread around, unease clear on every cat’s face. Pigeonstar had been trying to calm his clan mates, most of his time being spent in an attempt to quell everyone’s fears.
Of course, this wasn’t to say Pigeonstar wasn’t a bit nervous himself. While he hoped that none of his clan had killed Reedpaw, he still couldn’t be sure. He felt as if he could see things moving just in the corner of his eye, that something was always watching him, just out of view. Of course, he never really saw anything. He was merely seeing things. Or at least, that was what he told himself.
It was a moonless night when Pigeonstar decided to go for a walk. Just a quick stroll, he told himself. To clear his head. Maybe he could catch some prey while he was out or something. Truly, he just needed to leave the camp, the worry flowing through his clan feeling a bit suffocating at times. The air still held a twinge of frost to it, and Pigeonstar hoped that soon the true weather of New Leaf would take effect soon.
Venturing out into the surrounding territory, it grew dark, especially with no moon to illuminate the area. Unknown to Pigeonstar, he was being followed. Bright eyes, glinting in the dark as they tracked the leader, keeping their distance. It was as if this opportunity had been handed to them on a platter. The leader, on his last life, venturing out into the dark woods on his own? Truly, they would be mouse brained not to take this shot.
Finally, when they had ventured far enough away from camp, they took their shot, lunging out from the brush with a precise attack. Close, so close to Pigeonstar, the killer could almost smell the metallic sting of blood already.
A growl, seeming much louder in the previous silence of the night, came from yet another patch of undergrowth. Another cat sprung from the grass, fury evident in their being as they landed on the killer. They fought, for a moment, before splitting. The killer, now worried they may be seen, rushed off, the guard chasing after them.
Pigeonstar, now aware of the plight he was in, simply ran. He hoped this savior, this guardian would be safe, but he simply couldn’t stick around to see. Besides, it was far too dark to even tell who these two cats were. Who was the killer, and who had protected him. He rushed back to camp, hunkering down in his nest. He had been saved, saved from the one that had surely killed Reedpaw too. He didn’t fall asleep for the rest of the night.
Your leader has been protected, Riverclan. Don't take this for granted.
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