Crowflight | windclan | warrior
Crowflight huffed as he watched the patrol somewhat form, but they were only talking, and didnt look too ready to actually, well, patrol..
I'll do it myself. He thought, getting up.
His nerves were on edge, his heart felt like a clock counting towards the day he'd be murdered, if it happened. He wanted to move, to focus on something that didn't tick tick tick tick tick.
He pushed past the patrol, careful not to shoulder Bubblefur as he left.
Then he caught the stench of wet earth. Wood? Wet wood. And lizardfang. He carefully partnered through the forest, coming up short at a river that had rose several inches. He looked down stream, unsure of what was happening. He wandered down, stopping short upon seeing the large dam blocking the way. Riverclan wouldn't be too happy about it, but maybe they'd suffer a bit. He didn't care, not with all the harm they'd caused. He moved closer to the dam, his fur rising. Something was.. off. A lot or something stuck out, and as he got closer, he retched in horror. Lizardfang was floating in between logs, eyes rolled up and fur soggy. There was no way she was still alive, and though he knew he should, he didn't go for the body. He only ram back to camp howling about another murder. They hadn't won yet, and they were not safe.
He skidded into the still standing patrol and rambled. "Lizardfang has been drowned. In the river. It's flooded by a dam, and she's been used as a log. A log!!"