02-10-2020, 12:25 AM
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Russetpelt quietly observed the young cat, green eyes lingering for a second or two before turning to search for the source of a rustling. It was just one of the cats on their patrol digging his paw into the ground as he announced the soil around a tree wasn't as dense as the others. It would be a nice resting area for the corpse, but of course there were words of concern shared as to it would be worth the trouble of navigating around the roots or even carrying the body that far.
As the words continued to grow disrespectful, the large tom's face turned into a scowl, his paws carrying him the voice that said it wasn't as if the body was one of theirs. His lip curled as he pushed his muzzle into the other cat's face with a low growl.
"[b]She may not have been one of us, but she was a Clan cat at a point of her life. She deserves a place of rest as her remaining moments were to bleed out at the claws of a cat that wanted her and her kits dead. That kit back at the camp will join her soon and will to be buried next to her. Find a place that can fit both without the water rising to wash the dirt away and exposing them to the elements."
His eyes unfocused from their intended target as they searched for the other cat that mattered now. "You. Is there a place that she had enjoyed sitting? We may be able to bury her there, or around that spot. You decide where you want the body to rest."
Giving the cat one last glare, he sulked away, muttering to himself "I will not be reporting a half-assed job being done."
[b]crow
A couple of the clan cats had begun to look for areas where the soil laid loose and wouldn't be so much trouble to dig a grave in while the young molly collected rocks, avoiding them as the remaining scouted the area. Pushing through the plants as they sniffed the area for the possibility of the rouge's scent trail or body. Though the tom still staying around the scene of a murder he committed was very unlikely. But still, they searched. Russetpelt quietly observed the young cat, green eyes lingering for a second or two before turning to search for the source of a rustling. It was just one of the cats on their patrol digging his paw into the ground as he announced the soil around a tree wasn't as dense as the others. It would be a nice resting area for the corpse, but of course there were words of concern shared as to it would be worth the trouble of navigating around the roots or even carrying the body that far.
As the words continued to grow disrespectful, the large tom's face turned into a scowl, his paws carrying him the voice that said it wasn't as if the body was one of theirs. His lip curled as he pushed his muzzle into the other cat's face with a low growl.
"[b]She may not have been one of us, but she was a Clan cat at a point of her life. She deserves a place of rest as her remaining moments were to bleed out at the claws of a cat that wanted her and her kits dead. That kit back at the camp will join her soon and will to be buried next to her. Find a place that can fit both without the water rising to wash the dirt away and exposing them to the elements."
His eyes unfocused from their intended target as they searched for the other cat that mattered now. "You. Is there a place that she had enjoyed sitting? We may be able to bury her there, or around that spot. You decide where you want the body to rest."
Giving the cat one last glare, he sulked away, muttering to himself "I will not be reporting a half-assed job being done."