Blood Oath [Closed]

Thud.

Primroselight heard the fox collapse onto the floor, only being able to survive a few minutes at Smokefeather's paws once it had been weakened by all four cats. At first, she was surprised at how easily it had happened - if they could take this one down, and the one before, how much work would it be to kill the last one? She began to lick the blood and fox-fur out of her claws when a realisation hit her. Her mother had killed two of the foxes. Had the last blow, finished the fight. It was a scary idea, but something about it was almost comforting. First it was to avenge Sagelight, and now Dustpaw. Maybe now that her sister's killer was dead, her and her family could be a bit more at peace.

"What should we do with it?" She asked, still a little shaken from the fight. It seemed like a bad plan to leave it out in the open; all sorts of nasty things could come and investigate, and the stench of it might scare prey away.

Bloodstrike wasn't surprised how fast the fox was tore apart with this many cats on it. Something had been different about this fox fight though. It didn't attack... why? It could have got at least one bite in, so why didn't it? Perhaps the number of cats scared it. Bloodstrike wasn't about to go feeling sorry for this creature by any means, but it did strike him as odd how less aggressive this one had been. He looked at the corpse more closely, looking at the scars and confirming that this had been part of the trio that had helped kill Sagelight. Bloodstrike scanned the area around them curiously, hoping to see a flash of russet fur retreating in the distance. Unfortunately, there was nothing.

"Shadowclan's territory already smells, from what I hear." Bloodstrike cast a mischievous sideways glance at Wolfstar. He was partly kidding, but certainly wouldn't be opposed to giving the fox carcass a good "heave-ho" over the border. But no, the decision would be left to Wolfstar.

As the fox fell, Wolfstar fell with it, and with the creature's last breath, he unpinned his claws from its pelt and leaped away so the creature wouldn't land on top of him. The blood was still pounding in his ears, his muscles still coiled and ready to continue fighting, but Wolfstar forced himself to relax, even if only slightly, as the others began talking. They'd done it. They'd killed the fox. Now there was only one more left... the one that Bloodstrike had stolen an ear from.

He walked around the corpse, glancing up to catch his son's eye at the ShadowClan comment, and lashed the deputy with his tail once, though he did allow a smirk to color his own expression. "However much ShadowClan territory smells, it'll do no cat any good to have this thing lying around," he said. "So either we bury it, or we toss it in the river and hope the water does our work for us." Wolfstar knew the river went far, way farther than any of the clans' territories extended, and hopefully wouldn't wash up on the shores before then.

Smokefeather lightly brushed her tail along Primroselight's flank, before beginning to pick the fox fur out of her own claws, a look of distaste crossing her features. Foxes, eugh.

An ear flicked at Bloodstrike's question, did it really matter what was done with it, so long as it was dead? Not really, she thought, but it would be wise not to just leave the carcass laying around.

"Would they even notice a dead fox with how the rest of that marsh of theirs reeks?" Her whiskers threatened to twitch, but instead Smokefeather lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

"Don't need the scent of dead fox attracting anything else, might as well get it off our territory. The river is flowing fast again." And the running water would take care of any scent that remained on the carcass, as well.