Bad choices

Another figure appeared beside Ebonyroot, silver fur shimmering in the last rays of the sun. Her sky blue eyes swirled with the knowledge she possessed. She smiled kindly, her face seemed old, yet too young to have so much wisdom in her eyes. Settling down next to Mothpaw, the young she-cat sandwiched in between the two, she gazed at the mess that played out between the three StarClan cats. The star's twinkled, though it rained. "Are you two ready to go?" The silver she-cat asked. Mothpaw noted that she was small, but seemed to hold a power over them. Her voice hung melodiously in the air, filling it.

Badgerfang didn't move,because she isn't going to wake until three days after this happens in rp time breathing shallow. She wouldn't last long out here, she had to be taken back to camp now!

"We're not far from camp, I can go get help!" Singekit meowed, and sprinted her way through the forest, the way she had came. "Mothpaw is dead and Badgerfang is hurt! Fox did it! Come with me, quickly!" Singekit yowled through the camp, running in circles repeatedly.

Moonfrost looked up with wide eyes over by the freshkill pile. "Wh-what?" She stummered, running up to Singlekit. "Where?" She demanded.

"Follow me!" Singekit responded, and just about flew through the camp enterance.

Moonfrost followed the small kit into the forest. She kept her eyes open and ears alert as she looked for Badgerfang and Mothpaw.

Singekit skidded into the clearing, almost bashing her head into a tree. "Dang..foxes..why..stupid!" she gasped, after running for like, forever.

"Moonfrost!" The brown tabby rasped as the deputy ran into the clearing with Singekit. "Mothpaw... and Badgerfang!... We need to get them back to camp right now!" Sparrowflight explained quickly and vaguely, picking up the queen by the scruff.

"I think we should go with them back to camp, but it is all up to you, Mothpaw." Ebonyroot said softly, looking down at the golden tabby.

Moonfrost merely nodded gravely and picked up Mothpaw by the scruff. She began carrying, or dragging, the apprentice to camp.

Mothpaw looked at the unknown silver she-cat, then at her mother. "I want to follow them." She whispered softly, her paws seeming to float, as she walked after the deputy and her dead body.

Featherstar smiled, striding gracefully after her great-granddaughter. She looked to Ebonyroot, her eye lashed twinkling with star light. "I hope she realizes what this is." She said, worry swirling in her ever-moving blue eyes.

"She will soon enough." Ebonyroot muttered quietly.

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herp derp.