PeakClan
"I see..." Crowthorn's tail flicked thoughtfully. "Well, I think that statement is true of any cat, loner or not," he replied, referring to her saying that loners would take any allies they met. He'd been born and raised in PeakClan, a clan cat through and through, surrounded by others from the moment of his birth. And yet, irritatingly, he found himself looking for allies, wishing he had them, more often than not. "Sometimes nobody wants to be your ally, so you have to make them. Otherwise, you've only got yourself." The rain had slowed from a heavy downpour to just slightly more than a drizzle, and Crowthorn rose to his paws. "Well, this looks like as good a chance as any," he observed, already beginning to slip out of the den. "I'm sure you've got places to be, as do I."
A pang of sadness stabbed Hawkeye's heart as Yewbriar explained to her what had happened, and then again when Petalstar arrived only a moment later to the same sad sight. She figured it must be especially hard for both Blossomcloud and Petalstar, both being mothers themselves, to see such a young cat meet such a terrible fate, although Blossomcloud was clearly trying to be strong for her own daughter. That, and the fact that Blossomcloud had likely seen and buried the bodies of many different cats, broken in all different ways, in all the moons she'd lived. She noticed that Rabbitfur was looking particularly queasy, and was relieved when Yewbriar told them they could take a moment. "Thank you, Yewbriar," she meowed softly, dipping her head to the the two elders. She nodded in acknowledgement of Lostface's words before flicking Rabbitfur's flank with her tail. "Let's go to the den, dry off a bit," she invited, already making her way to the warriors' den. In truth, she just wanted to get the younger tom away from the horrific sight. It was horrific indeed, and perhaps if Hawkeye hadn't been shown such a similar sight on that night moons ago, it would have sickened her more. That night...
"Thank you, Badgerlight," Gingerleaf purred softly at the queen's encouragement before rising to her paws. "Alright, if you're sure. Just call if you need anything at all, okay?" Giving the she-cat one last nuzzle, she exited the nursery. Of course, at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be with Sunpaw, if only to make sure she kept breathing. But when she remembered Littlepaw, she stopped. Seeing the apprentice's broken body filled her with sadness more than anything else, enough to break her heart, especially when she imagined how his mother would feel upon seeing her son in such a state--and when she imagined such a thing happening to her own kit. She didn't feel she could neglect the young tom's body a moment longer, and resolved to grab some lavender and mint to adorn it immediately--only for Birdpaw's ear-splitting screech to reach her ears and make her whirl around. The leader's son was standing in the entrance to the medicine den, looking horror-stricken. Immediately, Gingerleaf raced over to him. "Birdpaw, what is it?" she asked frantically, her own fur fluffed up now.
PineClan
"Is that so?" Halfface could've sworn he detected a hint of defensiveness in Lionstar's tone, but if he did, it was well-masked. "Well, pardon for me for intruding. I just wanted to make sure PeakClan wasn't giving you any trouble, what with you not being fully healed and all." It was no secret that moons ago, Halfface had once been a PeakClan cat himself. But for reasons that he chose not to disclose, he had left his birth-Clan for their neighboring and rival Clan several moons ago, only ever revealing that he had issues with Petalstar's leadership. Now, he followed Lionstar's gaze to the patrol that had just entered camp, bringing the tang of blood mixed with the stench of fox in with them. Mudsplash had rushed over immediately to help Shadowhop prepare Swiftstep's body, while Lionstar began conversing with Vixenbite before making his way to the Highrock. Deciding that his help was unneeded, Halfface went to the fresh-kill pile to grab something to eat while Lionstar spoke, and met Ashstorm there. He greeted her with a nod. "Your poor brother is going to be busy today," he mewed to her.
"Well, I can barely stand my brothers," Southwind laughed, although he was only half-joking. "Or my sister, for that matter. And you don't get along so great with your mother either, do you?" He knew that the relationship between Icepaw and her mother was a touchy subject and that perhaps he had risked going too far by touching on it, but..."Everyone's got a soft spot for someone, is all I'm trying to say," he finished.
Darkflower watched Jaywing go with a roll of her own eyes before turning back to Foxcloud and shaking her head. "No, I'm alright. Might've twisted my paw, is all, but I'm fine. Speaking of Swiftstep, how is she?" She tilted her head questioningly. She hadn't even paid attention to where Mudsplash had wandered off to.
Kestrelclaw's eyes clouded over all over again when his sister inquired about the state of their fallen clanmate. He nodded wordlessly to the crowd of cats surrounding Swiftstep's body, now joined by Mudsplash. Darkflower's eyes widened. "She's...dead?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. Kestrelclaw simply nodded sadly.