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"I-I-I-Is. Is he d-d-dead?" Penguinpond asked.
On the ground lied a border collie, one of the two-leg farmers dogs. They typically were more of a guardian for DayClan chasing foxes out and ensuring the wheat filled land was safe. Now the dog fondly nicknamed Snowangel because of her nature for catching squirrels and leaving them out in the snow for patrols to pick up. Now the dog lied in a pool of her own blood. She was bigger than a fox and her bite wounds seemed bigger than that of any animal DayClan had seen or perhaps even another dog had done the kill.
Windchaser held her composure though her heart felt like it was breaking. Snowangel had been a fine acquaintance and did not deserve something as severe as this. She took a close look at the wounds on the guard dog. They weren't anything she had seen before. "I'm not sure what caused this" she said allowed, half to herself and half answering Penguinpond's question.
There was a moment where Mittens trailed into the area, all casual and cool and with complete disregard for the solemn atmosphere. She stood there for a moment, head tilted, staring intently at the corpse, and wondered about what she was going to eat for lunch. Until, that is, some strange force seemed to compel her to move. It was as if a voice... just hovering outside of her consciousness, had asked, "Is it dead? Poke it with a sick!" Never one to question when voices randomly came to her, Mittens aptly picked up a large stick, and jabbed it at the body. "Meow," she said contemplatively, then poked it again. It was... a surprisingly fun past time. If at bit inconsiderate, and rude, and honestly ghastly. But who was she to judge disembodied voices commanding her to do something?
Penguinpond gasped, his eyes went wide as he watched the cat poke the animal with a stick, "Oh my good gosh," He whispered, finally able to say something without stuttering, but it didn't last long, "Th-Th-That c-c-c-cats poking tha-that poor dead dog! L-eave-eave it alone!" He said, trying to defend the poor lifeless dog.
Mittens blinked, head tilted. She might not understand the local language, but their meaning was clear as mud. Not that mud was clear. In fact, it was more viscous than anything. But Mittens just shrugged it aside, shifted slightly to block Windchaser's attack—Because come on, don't people know common courtesy around here? It's rude to try to knock a stick out of someone's hand, you know!—and deftly poked the body again. Its leg twitched, and Mittens tilted her head the other way. "Meow," she said. And poked it again.
Windchaser couldn't believe this cat. Who does she think she is? Disrespecting a guardian? "Leave it alone, flea bag!" She hissed again, moving between Mittens and the dog.
Illuminatedpath came up, having been a bit behind Windchaser, burying some prey he'd caught. "What's going on-" He trailed off when he noted the fallen dog and Windchaser standing bristling between the dog and Mittens, causing him to blink a few times before glancing towards Penguinpond for explanation.
Penguinpond realized he was hissing like a snake, but there was so much anger and at the same time utter terror inside of him. First there was the terrifying sight of the dog killed by something bigger than it and now this cat was just harming the corpse?
"SHE'S POKING THE DOG!" Penguinpond managed to blurt out to Illuminatedpath like a kit tattling to their mom.
Windchaser was annoyed by Mittens. However, she realized that it wasn't worth it. They needed to find out what caused the death of the dog. She backed away from Mittens and examined the dog. "Snowangel was a big dog...what other animal is bigger than her?" She could see that there were bite marks on her but she didn't know what kind of animal could kill a fully grown dog.
Illuminatedpath noticed that Mittens was in fact poking the dog. He frowned. That wasn't particularly nice, they should treat the dead with a little more respect... even dead dogs.
When Windchaser moved to inspect the dog though, Illuminatedpath just kind of shrugged to Penguinpond. "IT's... not good that she's doing it, but the sooner we figure out what we need to know to deal with... well whatever big thing." Illuminatedpath shuddered. "Did this to Snowangel?" He looked at Windchaser, he hadn't known the dog had a name. "We need to find out where it's gone. And how badly off we can be if we don't well deal with it."
Penguinpond looked behind him again... Yup. She was still going at it poking the poor dead dog. He hoped the two-leg wouldn't be too sad, but they probably would be.
"H-Hey, maybe we could check in th-th-th-that mudd-d-d-y area back there. There's plenty of places for foo-foo-footprints over th-there," Penguinpond pointed out to the small part of the wheatfield that had a dip in the hill where there was a fresh large mud puddle.
Penguinpond traveled towards the mud, his white paw gently placing his own paw in to make sure it was dusty now. Imprinted in the mud was the clear paw print of another canine, it looked oddly not as big as he thought. Sure it was big, but probably the same size or smaller than Snowangel. It just didn't make sense. That was until he caught the smell, the feral sensation of coyote. He looked to Windchaser, did she smell it too?
