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Silversmoke hadn't known what to expect when he'd come across the body in the woods, how it would look, how it would feel to look. Bobbie had not offered him the mercy of a killing blow, yet... as they took it in turns carrying the WindClanner to the easternmost border, the Lead Warrior selfishly wished that the chimera was still alive, if only to agonise over every deep bite from his teeth and each bump of rough terrain on bloodied skin. The walk was silent. Left with his thoughts, the spotted tabby let his grief become anger towards his enemy, let his mind mull about the many ways that the moor-rats could pay them back. Blazestar's life, as put before, had been worth more than their whole territory. Penance wasn't his decision to shoulder in the end, Orangebloss- Orangestar, would be left to decide what would be done with their enemy, but it was nice to imagine a strong SkyClan victory; unhelpful, but nice all the same. A clearing ahead shook him to his senses, odd eyes blinking firmly at the rays of sun that pierced through the pines. Stepping through them revealed the loner lands, the journey's end for many SkyClan patrols.
Not this one, WindClan bones did not belong on SkyClan soil.
A gesture with a tail came from Silversmoke, a polite order for his clanmate to rest while he carried it the rest of the way. In one motion, the spotted tabby heaved the WindClanner up. 'What did they ever feed this one?' He was bigger than most WindClanners, but still smaller than Blazestar. Ears flattened at the thought. 'You soft, lovely fool. I'll miss you.' Silver turned to the other SkyClanners, the fur in his maw the perfect excuse to not break the awkward silence he'd found himself committed to. The Lead Warrior nodded, then stepped forward into the open, trusting his clanmates to have his back against whatever lay ahead. Paws tangled against paws as he carried Harrierstripe forwards, each wave of frustration at the staggered journey resulting in his teeth sinking further into the cold scruff. A tail length, two tail lengths, three tail lengths, another fox length on top of that. Far enough away to where he was certain that no vultures or coyotes would accidentally drag the WindClanner back to their territory. Jaws slackened, and he let the body fall unceremoniously to the ground.
Blood darkened the fur on Silversmoke's neck, moments later, he realised he could taste the copper on his fangs. "We can take him further, if need be," he looked to his patrolmates for their opinions, tongue swiping over his maw. "I, for one, am ready to forget about this foxheart." If only it were that simple, to turn ones back on an enemy and forget all the harm they'd ever done. The conviction didn't leave Silver's unyielding tone, even as he realised he was lying to himself.
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