pale white horse -- intro

[OWLSTAR]

"No, stay in your nest. I don't want you to overwork yourself." Owlstar backs up out of the warriors' den and turns away from the fatigued molly, expression settling back into a hard line as soon as he's clear of Caverncreek's sight. It's times like this that he wishes that Sagerunner hadn't been exiled; the small tom had been a good medicine cat until he'd poisoned Littlefoot, and now here he was with no healer, one less warrior, and now another BorealisClanner down from illness - in the height of newleaf, too, when the snow begins to thin out and prey begins to be ore common away from the hot springs.

The silver tabby shakes his head, casting a glance towards the grey sky - the dawn patrols should be back soon. Maybe his Clanmates would have better news for him.

[Milkthorn]

[smear:#72372F]MILKTHORN[/smear:#3B2015:0] [smear:#C93939]I'm the bad guy~[/smear:#26120B:0] [smear:#9A5253]"A mouse tail for your thoughts, Boss."[/smear:#EDBEAA:0] The subtle coo of Milkthorn would drift over to the leaders' ears from where the molly was reclining in a nearby shadow. Her orange gaze stared at him with their usual intensity, as if she could spear her way right into his head and was smirking in amusement over what she saw there. She would stretch leisurely before hauling herself to her paws and made her way over, looking past Owlstar and into the den where yet another clanmate has fallen sick. A slight scowl contorts her features as the scent of sickness hits her nose, but it's gone in a heartbeat, her usual easy smile back in place, [smear:#9A5253]"Any ideas yet on what to do about our situation here?"[/smear:#EDBEAA:0] Sagerunner had been a good healer until the moron went and got caught killing Littlerunner, sloppy work in her opinion. Not because she thought her fellow warrior should have been killed, but because if you were going to do something you should do it correctly. None of these thoughts could be read on her face, of course, but as she stood there and waited for her leader's response, she wondered if he indeed had a plan, or if he was just as uneasy and unsure as the rest of them. [smear:#EDBEAA]Female - 24 Moons - Warrior[/smear:#9A5253:0] - [smear:#9A5253]speech[/smear:#EDBEAA:0]

[OWLSTAR]

"It would take more than a mouse tail, Minkbite." Owlstar responds with a flick of his long tail. He shakes his head, a discontented rumble filling the space between his speech. He doesn't particularly want to talk about it; not here, when his uncertainty could be heard by the whole Clan. Hopefully Caverncreek's mystery illness was just an odd whitecough, nothing serious, but he can't be sure ... "We can't do anything, not yet. I'll visit AstralClan soon, but for now, we keep careful. Did your patrol return early?"