Let's hunt rabbits

"So you have no idea who killed here?" Nectarleap asked, his voice now low and angry. Though Wolfpaw did have a record of attacking clanmates, the warrior didn't suspect a thing, just remained utterly confused how someone could disguise their scent that well. Nothing about this made sense to him. Why did so much death have to happen. Resisting the urge to growl, the tricolored tom turned to the apprentice. "This wasn't a predator, it was murder. Help me carry her back to camp, Ashstar needs to know about this." He stoically took the scruff of the dead apprentice, hauling her a few steps before remembering Softpaw.
"Softpaw! Get back to camp right now!" he yowled. Such a young cat shouldn't need to have to carry a corpse. He once again took Briarpaw's scruff, looking up to the younger tom for help. The only reasons he had asked him was because he was closer and older.

OOC: Should I make a camp topic?

OOC: I dunno man I bet Wolfpaw'll get blamed. Is this after his month of watch?

IC: Wolfpaw shook his head, trying to act in shock. "N- No, Nectarleap. Maybe whoever it was has concealed their scent and been hiding in Windclan territory. I'd do that if I was a rogue,
there to kill off Windclan cats." He slid under Briarpaw, trying to push down the guilt as he carried her dead body's weight on his shoulders.

OOC: I'll make one, but Nectar will vouch for Wolf and Soft's innocence because he was hunting with them. And I think this is after Wolf's punishment.

IC: "You're probably right. We'll see what the rest of the clan thinks." Nectarleap stopped himself from tearing up, he was a role model with a job to do.