sensitive topics BODY RETURN ╱ RAGGED ´ˎ˗

[Mintshade]

Her tail lashes to the order. She does not want to go to the Moonstone, she wants to set off to two-leg place to find Galeforce and rip his throat wide open into a wide smile since he so loved himself a joke. Vulturemask's death meant nothing to her but they had attacked a more respectable and proper cat in the process of it and for that they deserved to die. Mintshade bites her tongue for once, however, turning to Morningsong with narrowed eyes and her ears pinned back, "Grab something to eat, it's going to be a walk." If they started now she could get them home before it was too dark and the grave could be marked in daylight. Which meant no dawdling and no hunting on the way, irritation prickles her fur up around her more and she gives a dismissive huff before turning to leave. With Wolfsong already there tending the spotted fool he'd be fine and her presence was nothing more than an aggressively vibrating shadow. She could contribute no more to this scene.
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[curlewnose]

"maybe I'll find where it all fell apart, but I haven't yet"​

Another day, another body. Once more a clanmate had fallen, this time their medicine cat. Curlewnose shook his head, moving closer to Scorchstreak for comfort. At Sootstar’s order, he fell into step behind the calico.

With each step, Curlew sent a prayer to Starclan. Carry Vulturemask to Silverpelt safely. Give us the strength to go on without him. Guide the pawsteps of our next healer.

And one final, fleeting, pleading prayer before he began to dig: Don’t give up on us yet.

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