Territory a pale, pale horse [GRAVELSPARK]

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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It wasn't the kind of thing you sent an apprentice for.

Not because it was dangerous, necessarily, but because sometimes it was just better not to leave things up to chance.

The bones had been spotted by the burnt sycamore, half-buried beneath the moss where the roots arched up from the earth like unsheathed claws. Washed lose of the earth during the rains last night, cat bones weren't something Shadowclan turned a blind eyes to.

Not anymore.

Wolfpack walked a half-step ahead through the thinning brush, his gait steady and his expression neutral. With him was Gravelspark, and while this was their first real time working together one-on-one, he didn't offer any commentary on the fact. She was Coalstrikes daughter, and while he hadn't been around to raise her, the potential for something decent was still there. Just as the potential for a waste of space was, as well.

He didn't think it would be the latter, but perhaps this interaction would offer clarity.

"We've had bones in the territory before." he explained, knowing she wasn't there for the shit show that had come before. To her– like Wolfpack before– it might seem a waste of time and effort to bury the bones of someones elses dead.

"There were… consequences to leaving them unburied, so now, we put them to rest when we find them."

A lesson, from one Shadowclanner to another. There were enough cats who'd lived through those unexplainable happenings, who lived the same nightmare, to know she would not be received kindly if she upset the dead by not correcting the past.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — I figured the 'work' they could be doing is burying some cat bones that popped up in the territory :) @GRAVELSPARK
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• shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars