by web. » Sun Aug 19, 2018 4:37 pm
Honeypebble | Tom | Medicine Cat | Tags: Breezefire, Lionmask, Silverpaw
Honeypebble awoke with a snort, his eyes opening slowly. He took in a deep breath, then let out a cough as he shuffled to his paws. He could hear the screams of his younger clanmate, and as he perked his ears his eyes widened. "Dear Starclan, what is going on?" he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. "Breezefire, get up. Something is going on." He prodded his apprentice in the side, but didn't wait for her to stir. He quickly grabbed the common herbs, goldenrod, poppy seeds, and cobwebs, wrapping them with a reed to hold them in his jaws. He ran out, pushing past the mass of apprentices and warriors in front of the entrance to the apprentice's den. He looked at Silverpaw, who had called his name, and could see the fear and sadness in her eyes. His tail began to droop as he crouched to enter the dimly lit apprentice's den. As he moved towards the still body of Applepaw, he let out a deep sigh. He dropped his herbs, dipping his head to Lionmask.
"He already hunts among the stars.. the smell that lingers is proof of that." He touched his nose to the apprentice's fur, and shut his eyes to pray quietly to Starclan. He could tell that the apprentice had been here almost all night at least- his fur was as cold as the night air had been. He looked up to greet Lionmask's gaze, whispering hoarsely "Get the deputy, or the leader. Whomever you find first. I believe this to be foul play."
nathan | he/him | audhd | queer | adult ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁