Reporting a Tradior

[westpaw]

Fastpaw dashed into camp like a flash of silver lightning. He skidded to a halt at Rosestar's den, "Rosestar! I need to talk to you now! It's about Yellowfang!" He called desperatly, searching the darkness of the den for his beloved leader

[|g.O.l.d.Y|]

Rosestar streaked out of the nursery and to her den quickly when she heard Fastpaw's call. She stood panting for a moment, but found the breath to ask quickly. "She's not hurt, is she?"

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[westy]

Fastpaw's eyes blazed in cold fury, "No, she's not hurt. She's a tradior!" He spat in decust, "She's been meeting with a loner this whole time and she's been teaching her kits that it's ok to break the warrior code. They were arguing with me!" (does Rosestar know she's been meeting him?) The silver tabby was a little bit of a law lover/goody goody. He hated anyone who broke the warrior code on purpose with a passion; he himself was a loyal cat to the end which was really the only finner point of his personality

[|g.O.l.d.Y|]

Looked at him in horror with a sigh. She knew which loner - no, rogue - he was talking about. She had suspected itt hat day they found Fiercepaw. It reminded her too much of Steelpelt and herself, she couldn't it happen again. "Where is she now, Fastpaw?"

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[westpaw again not loged in]

"She said she was on her way back. But she should have been here by now..." Fastpaw trailed off for a moment, "Want me to go back and get her?"

"I will." Offered a voice. Fiercepaw padded out of the apprentice den. Since he didn't have a mentor, and since he had already gone hunting, he was boared out of his mind and wanted some sort of assignment. A low rumble growled from Fastpaw's chest, he didn't like this cat.

[|g.O.l.d.Y|]

Rosestar shook her head. "No. We will wait for Yellowfang to return on her own and it would not be safe to send an apprentice to fetch her back if she really has betrayed us."