// CW for brief imagining of death / bodies
WindClan would have Snowypaw. They would have her, because that answer is the simplest — the simplest one without too much blood involved, at least. Their sweep of their own territory had come up empty. No blood spatters, no happy foxes with bellies full... It should've relieved him some, but it really didn't at all.
The smell of the Thunderpath - worse than carrion, worse than death, he thinks - hits her before she ever lays eyes on its black - tar coating. The stench could easily cover the smell of a rotting corpse. Had Snowypaw tried to cross; tried and failed, who knows how long the monster would've toyed with her body.
Chills wrack him, despite the Greenleaf heat. He probably looks like an idiot, but Snowypaw would be glad knowing he was looking like an idiot for her, or something... Sharpshadow leaves it to his patrolmates to tend to the border itself. Once he can glimpse the rolling hills of the moor past the Thunderpath, he stands he waits, eyes staring intently into the horizon until, inevitably, they would see an incoming patrol. Even if WindClan hid from gatherings, They were unafraid to show their ugly faces and lie through through their rabbit - skin teeth in the face of atrocity. Sunstar... please be who you say you are.
Her breath comes out shaky, and she really hopes the incoming patrol doesn't see how stiff she gets upon their arrival. She is... someone. Somebody. Or that's what Chilledstar is trying to trick her into thinking, at least.
" WindClan, " he swallows. And don't stutter, dont stumble, don't - do anything wrong. Just do it right the first time. A frown creases his mouth. And it's... frustration for Snowypaw. And its... frustration at themselves, for having to admit once again that one of them has gone somewhere, and they don't know where. It was one thing to announce a death, another to shrug and say... We don't know.
The thought dries his voice almost instantly, but he asks for Snowypaw. He asks cause they'd never know if they never asked. " One of our apprentices... she never came back after the gathering, " he explains, staring way more than he should (which, probably is not at all) " Black and white fur. ...Blue eyes. " He doesn't accuse them of anything. no, he doesn't, but the scrunch of his eyes betrays distrust. His frown presses thin. " ...Do you know anything? "
// OOC: patrol tags @Duckshimmer @Haretooth @BATCHASER @Halfpaw @sneezepaw
WindClan would have Snowypaw. They would have her, because that answer is the simplest — the simplest one without too much blood involved, at least. Their sweep of their own territory had come up empty. No blood spatters, no happy foxes with bellies full... It should've relieved him some, but it really didn't at all.
The smell of the Thunderpath - worse than carrion, worse than death, he thinks - hits her before she ever lays eyes on its black - tar coating. The stench could easily cover the smell of a rotting corpse. Had Snowypaw tried to cross; tried and failed, who knows how long the monster would've toyed with her body.
Chills wrack him, despite the Greenleaf heat. He probably looks like an idiot, but Snowypaw would be glad knowing he was looking like an idiot for her, or something... Sharpshadow leaves it to his patrolmates to tend to the border itself. Once he can glimpse the rolling hills of the moor past the Thunderpath, he stands he waits, eyes staring intently into the horizon until, inevitably, they would see an incoming patrol. Even if WindClan hid from gatherings, They were unafraid to show their ugly faces and lie through through their rabbit - skin teeth in the face of atrocity. Sunstar... please be who you say you are.
Her breath comes out shaky, and she really hopes the incoming patrol doesn't see how stiff she gets upon their arrival. She is... someone. Somebody. Or that's what Chilledstar is trying to trick her into thinking, at least.
" WindClan, " he swallows. And don't stutter, dont stumble, don't - do anything wrong. Just do it right the first time. A frown creases his mouth. And it's... frustration for Snowypaw. And its... frustration at themselves, for having to admit once again that one of them has gone somewhere, and they don't know where. It was one thing to announce a death, another to shrug and say... We don't know.
The thought dries his voice almost instantly, but he asks for Snowypaw. He asks cause they'd never know if they never asked. " One of our apprentices... she never came back after the gathering, " he explains, staring way more than he should (which, probably is not at all) " Black and white fur. ...Blue eyes. " He doesn't accuse them of anything. no, he doesn't, but the scrunch of his eyes betrays distrust. His frown presses thin. " ...Do you know anything? "
// OOC: patrol tags @Duckshimmer @Haretooth @BATCHASER @Halfpaw @sneezepaw