Unwelcome Visitor [Tarot]

Beechpaw watched as the tom raced away, breathing deeply. A patrol would need to come back and make sure he'd actually left, but she didn't have the energy for it. Tarot, he'd called himself, whatever the dark forest that was supposed to mean. Nothing good, she knew that much. She'd remember his face and scent, and Bloodstar would be just thrilled to know that Dawnhawk now had friends with him. Maybe that would be enough to convince him that she wanted no part of her littermate's foxdung. The thought that he could even think such a thing just made her angry.

She shook her head with a huff, trying to ignore the unpleasant thoughts. There were more pressing concerns at the moment than her father's stupidity. Like Dawnfeather's.

"Dawnfeather..." Beechpaw began with a sigh, turning her gaze to the golden she-cat in disapproval. "You cannot be this friendly and trusting with rogues. It's going to get someone hurt one day." Namely, Dawnfeather herself, but there was always that potential for collateral damage, too. "He was trespassing, Dawnfeather, and was the one to attack first. He knows my littermate, so he's probably working with him. They're dangerous, Dawnfeather, you can't reason with them like you can with our clanmates."

Dawnfeather waved her tail as he left, before turning her attention back to poor Beechaunt- oh. She was talking. Dawnfeather waited patiently as she spoke, shifting her weight from paw to paw. “Okay,” she agreed with a whatever-you-say look in her eyes. Something deep inside her made a few sarcastic comments at Beechaunt’s last words- oh yes, like everyone in SkyClan listens to reason but she shushed it and stashed it away shamefully.

“Come on, Beechaunt, we’ve got to get you looked at! What do you think Tar- Tarot meant? I hope RiverClan is okay- should we go check on them and see if they need help? Oh, and I’m sure he didn’t mean to trespass. It’s easy to wander over the border.” That was, until you got claws sunk into your sides- ouch, ouch ouch. She hadn’t even gone anywhere near the border this last time and she’d almost gotten killed.

"Whatever is going on with Riverclan isn't our problem." And they probably deserved it, anyways. Incompetent, lying, victim-playing foxhearted cowards, all of them. "Your concern should be with Skyclan, not with what some rogue tries to distract you with." She'd noticed the whatever-you-say look Dawnfeather had given her, and her eye narrowed. Beechpaw didn't understand how she did it, she really didn't.

...Right, Muddythorn, her injuries. "Fine," She muttered crossly. She could tend to them herself without making Muddythorn fret over her, he'd have enough to worry about as it was now looking after the clan solo. Beechpaw turned toward camp, tail lashing in annoyance at the black spots still dancing in her vision. They were clearing up... Kinda. "Foxdung." She muttered. "Let's go, then."