Kits and Dead Bodies [closed] Nov 20, 2012 17:54:10 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Nov 20, 2012 17:54:10 GMT -5
Ravenstar attempted to do her part in the dragging of the rogue Komodo’s body toward the swamplands where she and Blackwolf had decided to dump his body into a sink hole… but Blackwolf was really doing most of the work. It was rather tiring for the small black and white she-cat but she didn’t complain or let on, simply clamped her jaws shut on the dead cat’s pelt and tried to keep up with Blackwolf. This sort of thing was not exactly where her strengths showed through and Ravenstar found it quite annoying, her fluffy tail twitching behind her.
To think this filthy rogue had tried to eat a NightClan apprentice! How desperate the loners and rogues must be this leaf-bare to attempt such a thing… or perhaps this one was just a particularly despicable individual to begin with. Well, now NightClan’s territory would be eating him, so hah! She found a certain amount of satisfaction in the thought, even if it was a bit childish. She paused suddenly, ears perked forward as she thought she heard something. She let out a mrow through the rogue’s pelt to alert Blackwolf to stop and let the dead tom drop from her jaws. “Stop and listen a moment… I think I heard something.”
A moment of quiet stretched between them before a thin wail shattered the silence. Ravenstar’s head snapped toward the sound, “What in StarClan’s name is that?” She didn’t wait for Blackwolf to answer, instead bounding off in the direction the sound had come from, careful to keep an eye out for the landmarks which marked where many of the sink holes in this area were located as she went. The wail was heard again, louder as she closed the distance between herself and the source of the sound. She finally came to a stop when she saw a tiny brown scrap of fur wiggling slightly, its hindquarters buried in muck as its tiny muzzle opened to wail for help.
“A kit?” Her pale amber eyes blinked incredulously as she stared at the tiny scrap for a moment before moving forward carefully. How it had gotten itself half into a muddy sink hole she didn’t know, but…. She paused again. This kit looked familiar. Another step forward had her paw sliding down toward the muck and she leapt back immediately before the rest of her followed. Wonderful. “Hold on, little one… we’ll save you!” It was only then that she remembered Blackwolf and turned to see if the tom had followed her.