Quite the message, Snowfire mewed hoarsely, keeping his voice low. Darn herbs were tearing his throat up. Squeezing shut his brilliant turquoise eyes, he remained silent for a second processing the information Oakfrost had just delivered to him. Death and destruction to our clan. There was nothing else, just a message of death to all?v erhaps the message is... a harsh warning, like Oakfrost said. This is just the beginning. Either we do, or die. Thank you for your time, Oakfrost. Keep this to yourself, for whom to trust and whom not to trust is hard to tell at this point. I must go, I'll talk to you when I can.
Slipping out of the medicine cat's den, the pearl tom exhaled. A message of death, destruction. And there was no sign of the blessed cat to come, at least not yet. Survive until the next message. The senior warrior dubbed that as his new goal. Padding towards the camp entrance, the long coated pearl tom hoped he would not hear the stern yowl of Blackstar calling him back. He was going to hunt, since he hadn't eaten all morning, and the prey pile was basically reduced to rubble. No patrols had been sent, for border or hunting. Only four cats were out hunting, that he knew off.
And maybe he could sneak some prey to the queens, kits, and the single residing elder. A big maybe.
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