OakClan: Camp

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OakClan: Camp Jan 6, 2018 12:17:57 GMT -5

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Post by ∞TEA∞ on Jan 6, 2018 12:17:57 GMT -5

Briarstar — Leader of OakClan

Stride. Emphasize. "Command." 'Agonize.'

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After some more back and forth discussion, Briarstar stood up. “That’s settled then,” she mewed with a sigh. “I will approach the topic at the Gathering.” Her mother still didn’t seem too happy about the conclusion and Thornheart had fallen silent after having his entirely peaceful proposal rejected, but it would have to do. “JaggedClan will stop raiding.”

With that, she looked up at the darkening sky and at the snow that now fell. There would be no time to rest. They needed to get going, or be late. Which wouldn’t do. The loner still hadn’t been assessed, Lilaccloud hadn’t been spoken to, and she wouldn’t have a chance to check on Quailface and Alderpelt. Along with many other things she had been hoping to do. Like get an update on the apprentices’ training, on Riley, to speak with the kits, discuss a fighting review with Echospring…

Not bothering to leap onto the Highbranch, Briarstar began to call across camp. “Attention, OakClan!” she yowled, waiting a short time for the cats in camp to pay attention. “The Gathering is tonight, and we leave now. Echospring, Fallowface and Minkpaw, Thornheart, Ruepath and Bramblepaw, Opossumtail, Clovercloud, Crickettail, and Pigeonnose, all of you are going.” She was taking along many older warriors, was she taking too many? But that still left more than half of OakClan in camp, and she wanted to show that OakClan had not been affected. It would have to do. JaggedClan couldn’t possibly attack tonight, right? They had to know that it would be fruitless, after last time.

“While we are gone, Sootclaw remains in charge of camp.” Burnetfoot wasn’t in camp, or else she might have put him in charge instead. “If there are any issues, go to him.” Like Lilaccloud. She hated to leave the duty to her brother, but Briarstar had to leave now. Before heading towards the exit though, she looked at Clovercloud and lowered her voice. “If you’d rather stay in camp, that’s alright.” She wasn’t sure whether Clovercloud would want to go off without his apprentice, especially with the loss of Chestnutflower so recent.

That reminded her. In a softer tone, she added to her announcement, “Chestnutflower should be buried while I am out.”

With that, Briarstar strode towards the exit. Once there she waited until everyone who was going had gathered, then started out briskly towards the Gathering Rock.

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OOC: Tagging everyone in OakClan so you’re all aware, if your cat isn’t in camp ignore this. Gathering goers, feel free to react here or not, I’ll be posting at the Gathering later today. Also, I assumed that enough time has passed for a vigil and goodbyes to be held for Chestnut.

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Briarstar—Oak—she
Squirrel—Flame/Loner—she
Cottonkit—Flame—he
Lilykit—Jagged—she
Tiny Feather—Loner—he
Lark—Loner—she
Timoton—Loner—he

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OakClan: Camp Jan 6, 2018 19:35:08 GMT -5

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Post by мικαcнʋ on Jan 6, 2018 19:35:08 GMT -5

Minkpaw hastily trotted over to her clanmates as Briarstar called a meeting. It was late now, night fell over the thick forest and Minkpaw’s pupils were wide as they tried to take in the little light of moon, which caused her creamy pelt to look almost silver in color.

Minkpaw sat down among the gathered cats, gazing up at Briarstar with a curious and excited look. The gathering would be tonight, and she waited with a kit-like anticipation to hear who would be going. A small part of her didn’t want to leave the camp, especially after Jaggedclan had raided them during the previous gathering, but she was blossoming into a more social cat, and she would enjoy getting to meet the other clan cats, especially since they wouldn’t be attacking her.

Echospring...Fallowface... me! A smile curved on Minkpaw’s lips, and she excitedly stared up at Briarstar, who called the names of the other cats participating in the gathering. She felt her chest puff out proudly, and she stood up as Briarstar headed out towards the exit.

She looked around for her sister and mentor, wondering if she should stay near Opposumtail or Fallowface just in case Jaggedclan attempted something. But she decided against this, she couldn’t always go looking for someone to keep her safe, especially if she was going to be a warrior. This would be her first gathering, and Minkpaw certainly wouldn’t spend it cowering next to her mentor or sister.

Lilaccloud felt a hint of dread as Briarstar ended her previous meeting and proceeded to call another, no doubt to announce who would go on the gathering. A small, more rebellious, part of her wanted to leap next to Briarstar and tell her about Foxwhisker’s sudden disappearance, but she refrained, silently sitting next to her clanmates and listening as she listed who would go.

Lilaccloud hoped that her name would be called, it wouldn’t be a very fitting time, but perhaps she could discuss Foxwhisker’s disappearance with Briarstar on the way there. More and more names were called, and Lilaccloud felt a pang of disappointment when her name was not among them.

Lilaccloud watched as Briarstar headed out of the camp... se would have to take up Foxwhisker’s disappearance with Sootclaw.

The lilac she-cat silently approached the gray tom, head low and worry lingering in her eyes.

”Since Briarstar put you in charge, I need to bring something up with you.” She whispered, not wanting to spread worry among any cats who were near.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 7, 2018 19:10:24 GMT -5

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Post by sully on Jan 7, 2018 19:10:24 GMT -5

HICKORYHEART
sex: XY
gender: male
pronouns: he, him, his
age: ~
clan: oakclan
rank: senior warrior
differences: scar on nose; missing inch of tail; treated wound on muzzle and left shoulder
scent: crisp; oak leaves; oak tree bark
gait: sluggish
grimace: down, exhuasted
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ooc: hhh idk just letting you know he was lookin for her

hickoryheart looked down at chestnutflower, an intense sadness making his eyes cloudy. he sighed weakly and quietly, then turned and followed after his sister. he needed to take his apprentice out when he got back. pigeonnose would come too if she were still up for it. he looked for her as they gathered and fell in line behind briarstar.

Mama, where'd I leave my memory? Probably the place I left my I.D.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 7, 2018 22:21:46 GMT -5

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Post by orangeeyes on Jan 7, 2018 22:21:46 GMT -5

Sandpelt knew whatever would happen at the gathering would not be peaceful. Jaggedclan would likely play the victim, leading to arguments and moral questioning. But would they be able to see their own flaws, or would this lead to conflict? So many questions, so many ways it could go. Or would starclan intervene with a medicine cat vision? Still deep in thought, he realized he should stop guessing and start acting. He headed over to sootclaw to ask him a serious question, but seeing Lilaccloudspeaking currently speaking to him, decided to wait and went back to his den to rest. It was dark after all, and thinking got more tiring than he thought.

Being a warrior requires thinking out of the den.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 7, 2018 23:11:20 GMT -5

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Post by Sol on Jan 7, 2018 23:11:20 GMT -5

Yarrowpaw

Sex: Female
Gender: Bigender
Pronoun(s): He/Him/His (Preferred) and She/Her
Scent: He smells of leaf mold and faintly of herbs and oak, along with the faint, linger scent of blood
Difference(s): Short and Bob-tail
Wound(s): Four claw marks going across each of his eyes, though they each start above the eye, and end a bit below it. The wound on the left side of his face is also deeper than the one on his right side.
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Yarrowpaw, whether he had Crickettail's help getting to the others or not in the end, did end up joining in on the conversation he had been invited to. After learning the purpose of the discussion, he had done his best to put in his input. He had done his best to try and get the others to understand that personally, he did not want JaggedClan as a whole to be exiled and chased off, instead, though he wasn't sure how, nor did he expect it to be easy, wanted individuals to be punished, such as Birchstar and the cats who had participated in the raid. He did try to get other things across as well, but this was one of his main opinions he did try to get across, though admittedly, thinking and speaking about this was harder through the pain he was feeling.

Anyways, when Briarstar made a decision, Yarrowpaw simply hoped that things would go well when his leader brought it up at the Gathering, and that JaggedClan would stop raiding. Rising to his feet, the young molly had been ready to head back to his den, where the squirrel he longed to eat was, though probably not without help, when his leader began speak again. Sitting back down, he listened. Oh yeah, the Gathering.

Apart of Yarrowpaw was relieved he wasn't chosen for the Gathering, he may be the only present medicine cat, but in his condition, he especially didn't want go to one. The thought of being the only present medicine cat though, didn't give him any pleasant feelings, especially since it made him think of Asphodelberry. But anyways, on the other paw, apart of him wished he could go. Considering what happened last time a Gathering happened, the thought of staying in camp made him anxious, and since he hadn't attended the last one either, this would have been his first time attending as a medicine cat apprentice.

Yarrowpaw's ears perked up when Briarstar spoke again in a softer tone. Her words, the mention of Chestnutflower, sent a fresh wave of sadness through her. Probably like a lot of other OakClanners, she had grown up with the queen in the nursery, so she missed her. Yet, she had yet to see her body, not that she'd be able to see it well in the first place, so it brought some possible thoughts to her, which kept her sitting there, thinking, instead of trying to go back to the medicine cat den so she could eat.

OOC: Feel free to interact with him!

Last Edit: Jan 7, 2018 23:48:30 GMT -5 by Sol

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OakClan: Camp Jan 8, 2018 10:34:17 GMT -5

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Post by мαrι ✿ on Jan 8, 2018 10:34:17 GMT -5

    Clovercloud hadn't sad much. He was a warrior that Briarstar seemed to trust and he didn't have anything to say. In fact, the only thing he did was sniffle. He didn't do anything about this however, figuring that sniffling was normal. He just kept nodding along with Hickoryheart until everyone came to a reluctant halt to listen to Briarstar.

    It was the gathering..

The silver tom stood up to head with the cats but stopped when Briarstar mentioned him staying pack. He tilted his head in curiosity, wondering why he'd turn down the gathering, but then he froze. Thrushpaw. The poor warrior aged apprentice still remained in camp with his belly ripped and his mom dead. He found himself forgetting the ache that lingered in his throat and began to walk towards the nursery where he remembered seeing the tabby tom last.

    "Thrushpaw?" He looked at him as he tended to the kits. It felt like forever since he had talked to his apprentice. Guilt intermingled with everything else he felt. He felt so helpless. His mom had died when he was younger so he could understand....But what was he to say?

    Subconsciously, he let out a raspy huff to release the ache from his throat. He sat down at the mouth of the nursery and looked at the kittens. Their mom lay limp beside them. His eyes went wide at all the death that had been occurring. Pyma

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OakClan: Camp Jan 8, 2018 10:49:55 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Pyma on Jan 8, 2018 10:49:55 GMT -5

He wasn’t sure what to say to the kit; would she get annoyed by his constant reassurances? How could he even say things would get better, when he currently felt lost? So he merely sat there, his gaze distance but in the direction of the dead queen’s corpse. He heard Briarstar call a meeting but stayed put, torn between needing to get fresh air and his obligation to try to help the kits. As Rookkit tearfully stepped out of the den, he stood as if to stop him and again said nothing.

He just stood there, watching the kits mourn. As Clovercloud approached him, the young tabby tom turned and forced himself to focus on his mentor. It was so easy to just have his attention drift away...

“Clovercloud? Do you need something?” He meowed, his voice cracking slightly in the middle due to his self-imposed silence. Looking out at the clearing to see Chestnutflower still laying there, he realized that she hadn’t been buried yet. The smell was starting to reach him from here. In what world was it okay to be disgusted by the smell of your dead mother?

“Actually, I need something. Can you help me bury her? Chestnutflower, I mean. And I guess we should bury the kits’ Mom, too.”

((мαrι ✿))

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OakClan: Camp Jan 8, 2018 11:07:16 GMT -5 Airabelle likes this

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Post by ∞TEA∞ on Jan 8, 2018 11:07:16 GMT -5

Alderpelt had sat by Quailface, unable to help, until the queen had taken her last breath and left her kits alone in this world. "I'm sorry," was all he could say. If his brother would have been here, would he have known something else that could be done? He sat there for a while longer, thinking, until Clovercloud entered the den and spoke to Thrushpaw. He stood up abruptly, turning towards the exit. Clovercloud and Thrushpaw could bury Chestnutflower and Quailface, they could ask for help from others if they needed it.

But he needed to do something. "Clovercloud," he spoke to the warrior. "Briarstar's not in camp now, but--but let her know that I went to look for Asphodelberry when she comes back." With that, Alderpelt began to push his way out of the nursery and towards the camp exit. They needed his brother.

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Squirrel—Flame/Loner—she
Cottonkit—Flame—he
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OakClan: Camp Jan 9, 2018 11:07:30 GMT -5

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Post by мαrι ✿ on Jan 9, 2018 11:07:30 GMT -5

    Clovercloud opened his mouth to say something but closed it when Thrushpaw spoke more. Bury Chestnutflower? That was something Briarstar had wanted them to do but he wasn't sure if Thrushpaw was... His mother was dead... And his wounds. He wouldn't say no, he couldn't deny him any longer. He couldn't help but notice how broad his shoudlers looked.

    "I'll help o-"Alderpelt pushed past him and exited the nursery. He nodded towards the tom but was a bit concerened. Asphodelberru had been gone for a long time... What if Alderpelt did the same? They needed him. "Okay." The silver tom then looked back at Thrushpaw. "We can get Chestnutflower... And I'll tell some others to get Quailface."

    The tabby looked around the clearing, immediately spotting two warriors. "Sandpelt..." He padded up to the tom but angled his gaze towards Sootclaw and Lilaccloud who also remained in the clearing. "Sootclaw, Lilaccloud. I'm not sure if you've heard but Quailface has passed. We can't afford to keep her in the nursery, the kittens might get sick. So someone needs to bury her."

     He hoped that the three felines would get what he meant so he moved away. He made his way towards Chestnutflower's body and began to nose at it, sticking his muzzle under her as to pick her up. She was as cold as the snow on the ground and still smelled of blood and JaggedClan. He sniffled and coughed and then waited for Thrushpaw to do his part. orangeeyes, мικαcнʋ, Pyma, —(••÷[ נιηx ]÷••—

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OakClan: Camp Jan 9, 2018 23:06:52 GMT -5

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Post by orangeeyes on Jan 9, 2018 23:06:52 GMT -5

Heading over to Quailface, Sandpelt stopped for a second in grievance and respect for the queen. Despite him not having the burden of losing close family, at least, not remember those he did, he knew the weight it would carry on the kits, as a kit without a mother...no Sandpelt, focus on the task at hand. No more thinking and doing nothing. When Briarstar gets back he will ask to train one of those kits as a mentor. They needed it, and he needed to move Quailface. He waited for the others to arrive, putting his paws under her legs and preparing to move her.

Being a warrior requires thinking out of the den.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 10, 2018 20:15:12 GMT -5

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Post by мικαcнʋ on Jan 10, 2018 20:15:12 GMT -5

Lilaccloud felt her stomach drop when Clovercloud called her name, and announced Quailface's death. She turned to face the tom slowly, trying to conceal the distress in her eyes. Foxwhisker hadn't returned yet, and she had no idea where he was or even how to find him. It was almost as if he had disappeared off the face of the planet, and now, Quailface had died too? Chestnutflower and Quailface, two queens and clanmates lost in such a short period of time. Would she have to add Foxwhisker to that list?

"Of course, Clovercloud." Lilaccloud murmured quietly, Foxwhisker slipping briefly from her mind as she padded over to the queen, gritting her teeth as she gazed upon her limp figure. Lilaccloud stood by the queen for a moment, lowering her head and crouching down as she prayed for her to have a safe passage into Starclan. If Ashheart was in Starclan, she hoped that he would welcome his mate.

Standing up at straightening herself, Lilaccloud dipped her head to Sandpelt, who waited for her and Sootclaw to lift up the deceased queen. Lilaccloud got into position, preparing to lift Quailface up so they could bury her.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 11, 2018 9:43:11 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Pyma on Jan 11, 2018 9:43:11 GMT -5

Thrushpaw nodded, giving his mentor a grim nod as he stooped to pick up his mother’s body. His mother’s body. The finality of those words caused a shiver to run down his spine and a frown to appear on his muzzle, but he knew that it would be too difficult for him to let anyone else besides him and Clovercloud touch her and bury her. She deserved that much, at least : her youngest son being bound to her by birth and only separating upon death.

Not even really paying attention to who Clovercloud had told to bury the other queen, he picked the other side of his mother up and tried to ignore how cold she was. She reeked of death and blood and JaggedClan. JaggedClan. Anger briefly broke through his icy numbness, but it was gone as quickly as it had came.

Maybe after she was buried, he’d be able to move on. Thrushpaw, his legs shaking a bit under the weight (while being a tall tom, he wasn’t very bulky), began to move forward and flicked with his tail for Clovercloud to follow.

((мαrι ✿ I’ll poof to the burial site and tag you there))

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OakClan: Camp Jan 13, 2018 16:39:00 GMT -5

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Post by Sol on Jan 13, 2018 16:39:00 GMT -5

Yarrowpaw

Sex: Female
Gender: Bigender
Pronoun(s): He/Him/His (Preferred) and She/Her
Scent: He smells of leaf mold and faintly of herbs and oak, along with the faint, linger scent of blood
Difference(s): Short and Bob-tail
Wound(s): Four claw marks going across each of his eyes, though they each start above the eye, and end a bit below it. The wound on the left side of his face is also deeper than the one on his right side. While the wounds are currently clean, they are starting to look swollen, especially the one on the left side of his face.
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Yarrowpaw eventually drew out of his thoughts as he gave his head a small shake. I should just get back to the medicine cat den, there ain't much use for me to keep sitting out here, when I could be in my - the medicine cat den instead, filling my belly, he thought, sighing. But first, if StarClan is the place you believe in and is the place you wish to go, I hope you make it there, Chestnutflower, or are already there. Briefly closing his eyes, he wished he could be thinking this, or whispering this aloud, by Chestnutflower's side.

But Yarrowpaw didn't trust his paws to lead him there. Yet, maybe he should have, since he was about to attempt to trust them to guide him to the medicine cat den on his own. Pushing himself to his feet, he closed his eyes once more and thought, before he opened his eyes and cautiously, worriedly, advanced forward. He hadn't made it far though, as he was still technically in the clearing, when he heard what sounded to be a tom, Clovercloud maybe, addressing Sandpelt, Sootclaw, and Lilaccloud.

It didn't sound like he was trying to be particularly quiet and worried since one of the cats he was speaking to was Sootclaw, the cat who was put in charge, Yarrowpaw paused to listen. His fur lifted and he felt a pang of sadness to hear that Quailface had passed. At the same time, he wondered why he hadn't been informed directly, but maybe it had just happened and honestly, plenty of reasons came to mind to him, and for more than just that. Still, there may be even more of a limit to what he could do now, but he should at least check on Quailface's kittens, right?

Yarrowpaw, with this thought in mind, changed course and tried to find the nursery. His paws, to his frustration nd embarrassment, lead him to a few dens he realized were the wrong one, until finally, a bit to his pride, he found himself in a den that smelled of milk to him, so this must be the nursery, right? Well, it smelled of death too, another indicator, but he tried not to think about that or his nagging doubts. Head swinging and eyes squinted, he looked around at his rather blurry surroundings, trying to tell if Rookkit and Towheekit, were in the den.

"Rookkit, Towheekit, are you in here..? If so I'm here to check on you," Yarrowpaw meowed as while he believed he could see some blurry, possibly cat shapes, in the den, he wasn't sure if it was the kits.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 14, 2018 10:09:05 GMT -5

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Post by qυickรilvєя on Jan 14, 2018 10:09:05 GMT -5

Rookkit had fallen silent. Much unlike his usual behavior. He'd been a renowned loud-mouth, always asking questions. Wondering. But now, the black tom-kit that sat idly by his mother's dead corpse was a stranger. Yarrowpaw's voice fell on tired, un-listening ears, but still Rookkit's green eyes slid up and met those of the apprentice, and he rose to his paws, his legs shaking and threatening to buckle beneath him. It made sense, as the whole world he'd ever known had been crushed, stolen from under his very paws. Rookkit glanced over his shoulder. He hadn't even talked to his sister since their mother's breath left her, hadn't even bothered to confide in her, comfort her. And so he said nothing to the medicine cat apprentice, and turned to trudge to his sister's side. "W-we could be better," he finally responded, his voice small and shrunken, and Rookkit pressed himself to Towheekit's flank as if perhaps it could take away the pain he felt in his heart.

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OakClan: Camp Jan 15, 2018 17:54:04 GMT -5

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Post by Sol on Jan 15, 2018 17:54:04 GMT -5

Yarrowpaw

Sex: Female
Gender: Bigender
Pronoun(s): He/Him/His (Preferred) and She/Her
Scent: He smells of leaf mold and herbs and faintly of oak.
Wound(s): Four claw marks going across each of his eyes, though they each start above the eye, and end a bit below it. The wound on the left side of his face is also deeper than the one on his right side. While the wounds are currently clean, they are starting to look swollen, especially the one on the left side of his face.
Difference(s): Short and bobtail.
Age: 11 Moons
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Through his own blurry vision, Yarrowpaw was unable to tell Rookkit's eyes had slid up and met his. When the young tom stood up, legs shaking, he squinted, believing he might have detected movement, yet strong uncertainty pulsed through him. At the same time, it frustrated him, being left in uncertainty now when it came to his sight, as the feeling grew stronger in a short amount of time. His ear twitched when someone finally said something to him.

Yarrowpaw assumed it was one of Quailface's kits, Rookkit to be specific. He assumed this because not only did the cat responded to him, but they sounded young and like a tom. Another thing he felt was a pulse of sympathy and pity for Rookkit as his voice sounded small and shrunken, especially since like he said, the two of them could of course be better. "Understandable, after the loss you two just endured, which I'm sorry to hear about," he meowed, before he was soon left in uncertainty about what to say and do next.

Yarrowpaw could still smell death in the den as for all he knew, one of the possible cat figures he saw could be Quailface, still in the den. She was set to be buried though, so if she was, she wouldn't remain in here for long he assumed. But the death scent, it finally gave him idea about what to do, a thought. The two of them, it would be better if they weren't in here right now, I think. So um, I should get them to leave the den, right? I just gotta hope this will be an easy task, he thought, blinking.

"You know, why don't you two come out of the nursery with me so we can all get some fresh air..? I have a squirrel in my den as well, so we could all have something to eat while we get some fresh air as well," Yarrowpaw meowed with a swish of his tail. He hoped these words would be enough.

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