Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 11:11:16 GMT -5
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer.
If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner.
Heading back into camp, Magpiewing led Birchstrike, his apprentice Tigerpaw, and Sparrowtail through the entrance and toward the freshkill pile. He carried a blackbird, the result of only two catches he'd made so far today. Each member of the patrol only had once piece of prey to add to the pile. The rain was keeping the prey in their dens today. Tigerpaw hadn't even caught anything, so Magpiewing told him to carry the mouse he had caught and had joined his mentor in assuring the younger tom it happened to every cat on days like this and not to feel bad about it. It seemed to help to hear the words coming from a cat that wasn't his mentor.
Not that Magpiewing didn't have ulterior motives for being so nice. Birchstrike had looked grateful for his help as well. The more cats liked him, trusted him, the easier they were to manipulate. That was a simple fact. And it was the younger cats that weren't tainted by memories of grayowl or his relationship with Pinkcloud and the son he had nothing to do with that were far more likely to give him the benefit of the doubt. Magpiewing never did anything if it would not somehow benefit himself or his mate.
Dropping his blackbird on the freshkill pile, he stepped away as the rest of the patrol did the same with their own prey and shook out the worst of the water from his coat. It was cold and wet outside of camp today, a miserable day all around. But with the amounts of prey coming in, he was sure he would be back out hunting again later. For the time being, however, his obligations to the Clan were met and no cat could fault him for seeking out the company of his mate and a warm, dry nest.
Before he departed, he gave the others in the patrol the same advice, “You should all go dry off and keep warm. It won't do the Clan any good if any cat gets sick. Tigerpaw... you did your best, that's all the Clan can ask from you.” He gave the tom a soft, encouraging smile, and Tigerpaw dipped his head gratefully, “I'll be going out hunting again later, the freshkill pile is still looking pretty pitiful. You and your mentor are welcome to come if you like, and try again.” Tigerpaw seemed determined at that prospect, giving his mentor a pleading look, and Birchstrike readily agreed. With a nod of farewell, he took his leave, giving the camp a quick once over to see if Mockingbird was around anywhere.
He was about to head to the warriors' den to see if she was in their nest when he spotted her coming from... the medicine cat's den? She did not seem injured, but on a day like today it wouldn't be surprising if she was catching a cough, or if one of their kits was and she had gone to see to their welfare. He strode over to her, greeting her with a rub of his cheek against hers and a soft purr, “Everything all right?” She didn't smell sick. He glanced behind her, but could not see any of their kits within the den either.
You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer.
Everything you say is like music to my ears.
Everything you say is like music to my ears.
Fawn