This Leaf-Fall ● DreamClan ● Accepting

[Dia.]

Onyxfire was still clutching Shadowkit in her jaws when she mumbled through his fur, "My kits are gone! All of them except Shadowkit." She blinked, staring at the two bundles on the ground for a moment, then she flicked her tail, "Help me!"

{{the kits wont be found though... I had to downsize my character number}}

[honeydont]

Jackheart let out a gasp, eyes wide in shock. "W-what?" The fur on the back of her shoulders stood up, and her tail lashed back and forth widly. Shaking her head, the she-cat forced herself to calm down. "Let me see if I can sent them." jackheart raised her muzzle and closed her eyes, brow furrowing in concentration. The scents came to her, a tangled mass. A sweet milky scent was buried underneath it all, very faint. "I think they're outside the camp..." she murmured.

{So...dead end to the scent trail, then?}

[Dia.]

{{yeah pretty much}}

Onyxfire sniffled and she finally set Shadowkit down. She still stood protectively over him and he huddled between her paws.
Dartfoot nodded, "I'll help look too, will you watch these two kits while I go?" He pointed to the two abandoned kits they found with his tail. Onyxfire nodded slowly before pulling them close to her.

[Becca The Monster]

(( OR!!!! It could lead to a badger den where the smell of blood is dying off. Just a little thought that came to my mind.... ))

RainKit squeaked when he noticed that the strange cat was talking about him.

[honeydont]

Jackfoot gave Onyxfire what she hoped was a reassuring glance, before turning around and heading out of the camp, nose still stuck up in the air. The trail was so faint. She furrowed her brow, puzzled. Usually, kits had a strong scent trail. But this one was barely there. Jackheart nosed around a bit, growing increasingly frustrated as the kit-scent slipped away.

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Crypt stepped through the forest carefully, his belly grumbling in hunger. He glanced around warily, on edge. He was taking a big risk here, going into this part of the woods. The Clans, or whatever they called themselves, didn't take very kindly to intruders. But he was, literally starving. There just wasn't enough food in the Twolog place anymore. The gray-furred tom opened his eyes wide in shock as he stumbled upon a grotesque scene; giant yellow human machines stood in the center of the wreckage of what used to be a pine grove. Crypt flinched as he thought he caught a glimpse of movement in the distance.

[Toadalicious]

OOC - Back with the patrol...

The undergrowth gave way to an enormous circular clearing; several monsters loomed menacingly around its circumference. The grassy topsoil had been torn away, revealing a dry, crusty underlayer -- what had once been a meadow abundant with prey was now a desolate wasteland, barren and empty.

Mistypebble's pale green eyes widened in shock, and a tiny gasp escaped her chest. "Great EternalClan," she murmurred, gazing upon the ruins. "What have they done?"

[Dia.]

Red's mouth fell open, his eyes huge, "Oh my..." His whiskers quivered, "I cant believe this..." His gaze swept the scene in front of him . No twolegs were in sight, only their sleeping monsters. He crept forward slightly, chest fur barely touching the ground until he was a few fox lengths from the huge rubber paws of one of the monsters.

[Becca The Monster]

SliverFur stood there, paralyzed with fear, "It's gone, the whole meadow is just....gone."

[Toadalicious]

Red's mouth fell open, his eyes huge, "Oh my..." His whiskers quivered, "I cant believe this..." His gaze swept the scene in front of him . No twolegs were in sight, only their sleeping monsters. He crept forward slightly, chest fur barely touching the ground until he was a few fox lengths from the huge rubber paws of one of the monsters.

"Get back here!" Mistypebble hissed, shooting the ginger tom a poisonous glare. "Who knows when they'll be back?" She scraped at the crusty earth beneath her paws, her stress building with every breath she took. She exhaled slowly, in a vain attempt to calm herself. "Come," she mewed, her voice strangled. "We'd better report this to Brownstar."

[Dia.]

Red took his time to walk back to Mistypebble simply because she wanted him to hurry. He laughed silently to himself. These clan cats werent like him. He didnt care when a twoleg walked right past him or reached out to grab him. He knew that he wouldnt be hurt by them... He hadn't so far.