Open Backwritten Border ShadowClan a trail gone cold 彡 investigating

[GRAVEL GRAVEL]

{$title} A patrol is commanded to find the one responsible for Cicadabuzz's injuries.

Take you to the grave, I'll ghost

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// The aftermath of this thread. Any cats who posted in that thread or who are in the area may wander in. Do note that Serpentberry is NOT supposed to be discovered. The killing was clean, and she would not have left a scent or blood trail. It can, however, be assumed that ThunderClan is responsible with the proximity of where the death occurred to the border.

Voices are dulled into white noise by focus.

She followed in the medicine-cat's steps, stopping just short of the black strip. She stooped, huffing at the scents left behind. Cicadabuzz's was not hard to pick out—herbal—sharp—bitter. She huffed again, stirring the dirt beneath her chin, stocky frame hunched like a hound, tail dragging in the filth.

The scents were warped, muddled by the acrid stench of thunderpath. Gravel stopped only to lift her head, jaw cracking as she better absorbed the scents presented to her. Her breath rattled in her throat like pebbles in a rusted tin.

The ground was damp—wet bark and moss peeled back under her paws, stirred by movement, a dragging of unstable steps. Bug had stumbled through, paws dragging alongside a smaller set which she knows to be Magpiepaw's. A twitch of her ear shoos a fly. She shifts again, following the half-dried trail across disturbed ground.

"Blood here." She alerts in a horrible, dry rattling of vocal cords. Gravel slowly circles the spot once, then stills, studying it with a tilted head. Her good eye narrows, fixed on the impressions in the ground and the darkening splotches. The stench of blood lingered, but its staled much. Maybe the rest of the patrol would have better luck noting anything out of the ordinary.

@Fleapaw @Coalstrike @Mothbite

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I know I can be so cold