Ivorythorn hissed in protest as Leopardpaw rendered her limbs useless, ears laying flat on her skull. This was it, she'd been beaten. She'd failed everyone and exposed her weakness to Leopardpaw, and now, the ocelot would finally take her victory. Of all the things Leopardpaw had damaged, her pride had been wounded the most. Guess I'm not as strong as I..think I am... She groaned lowly, her mind deep in a haze of pain and agony.
"You're panicking, letting fear fuel your actions as you don't know what to do, and I find that adorable."
Ivorythorn huffed, going limp as if in surrender. She ground her teeth together, stooping to such a level to try and survive... It was pathetic, really.
"But I'm not gonna kill you yet, you're too much fun to play with. So I'll let you live for another day." Her eyes snapped open, searching Leopardpaw's face with confusement. What?
Foxpaw took a deep breath, not realizing he'd been holding it in the first place. He couldn't believe his own eyes, the scene that played before him seemed so surreal. Leopardpaw, his innocent little sister, was possibly threatening Ivorythorn's life. Then again, perhaps it was just self defense, maybe Ivorythorn had hurt his sister before... His mind strayed to when Lionpaw was nearly run over by a monster. Leopardpaw had been there, and something about the situation seemed off. This can't be a coincidence. Something is up with Leopardpaw. The words that the ocelot was speaking were barely audible, so Foxpaw edged closer, debating whether or not to step in. Closing his eyes, he decided that playing dumb would be playing it safe. For now, at least.
He burst from the bushes in a panting mess, as if he had been running around searching for something. "Leopardpaw!" He cried, rushing over to the two, "What's going on here?"
Songfeather's eyelids fluttered, white flickering in her vision. She felt numb for the biting cold, but she could still feel teeth in her scruff, pulling her along the frozen ground. Her face twitched into a frown before relaxing again as she was dragged into a warmer area. The calico thought she could hear the faint rattle of bones over the wailing of the wind. Her eyes slipped closed, and she was enveloped in a gentle, easy warmth.
Riverstorm let Q's scratched up body slide back into the rothole where he belonged. The somali tom didn't make a sound, only curling up once he hit the bottom. Riverstorm crinkled his nose in slight disgust. Kittypets are so soft. I'd never surrender so easily like that. He shook his head, turning to leave. The snow had kicked up again, and right now it seemed it would only get worse. The deputy returned to camp and scanned his home for his mate, but something caught his attention before he could find her. That familiar scent... It couldn't be. Padding through the snow, he made his way to the den where the scent emanated, peering in cautiously. It could be an intruder, after all.
The sight made his eyes widen, a hateful hiss escaping his throat. The calico pelt was unmistakably his sisters. "Redear...?" He called, trying hard not to let his displeasure color his voice.
Bluebird raised her head, ears pricking. "They're back." She said aloud, unsure if Eyesore was awake to hear or if he even cared in the first place. It seemed that the general decision in Creekclan was that Songfeather, for whatever reason, had slipped a needle in Rainfrost's fish. If the search party had found the calico, them surely something unsavory would happen to her Songfeather... Blinking, she stood up, fur bristled. "Eyesore, I'm going out. I'll be right back." The blue tabby stepped out, shivering at the gust of wind that hit her. Bluebird squinted, and bounded over upon seeing the figures of Stripedpaw and Silverheart
Stripedpaw reached the heart of the camp and collapsed right there, sinking into the snow with a defeated expression. She would have liked to keep up a strong front for Songpaw and the whole of Creekclan, but she was thoroughly exhausted. Bluebird was the first to rush to them, Icepaw, Cloverpaw, and Nightstar quickly following. The blue tabby she-cat let out a light gasp at the sight of Oak's corpse.
