private smoke signals curling away / sable

[Needledrift]

Needledrift nodded to Starlingheart and Magpiepaw as she backed out of the den, an apologetic little burble leaving her mouth as she went. She had hoped to hear the golden tom explain what happened, maybe he could tell them why he was slated to be roadkill in his clanmate's mind, but it seemed that Needledrift wasn't privy to that information just yet. Still, curiosity tugged at her mind.

"It's so weird," she directs at no-one in particular. "I could never imagine trying to kill another clanmate. Why.... why would anyone..." Needledrift may be a warrior but she was no barbarian, death and murder held no traction in her head. Why, why, why, why... ​