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( Jetclaw sorry, I forgot to tag you XD I thought maybe we could role play a little bit of Beetleflight and Echomelody?)
Echomelody padded into camp, a mouse and two squirrels dangled from her jaws. She laid her catch on the fresh-kill pile, breathing in the juicy warm scent of a freshly stocked prey pile. The sun had set not too long ago and she had managed to catch the squirrels before they had turned in for the day. A lucky hunt today, she thought to herself. Perhaps I should bring something to Turbulentpaw. After all, her medicine cat friend had been very busy with choosing a new apprentice, ever since Brightpaw had gone missing. She felt sadness prick her heart, longing to go look for the missing apprentice. However, it had been about a moon since the apprentice had gone missing and there had been no traces of her. She then felt a little spark of hope. If they hadn't found any traces of her, no blood or missing fur, perhaps she had simply decided to become a kittypet? Perhaps she had been too embarrassed to admit that she wanted that life and joined the two-legs. But that was kind of a stretch. They didn't have any proof and she hadn't mentioned anything. Echomelody sent a silent prayer to Starclan to help guide Brightpaw to safety, wherever she was.
She snapped back to the present. Just as she was about to choose something for Turbulentpaw, she noticed one of apprentices bringing a vole into the medicine den. She assumed that was for him, there were no sick or injured cats in the den right now. The cats in Nightclan had been fortunate, well, except for Turbulentpaw, himself, who had fallen into the cenote and broken his leg. He seemed to be getting along just fine though, luckily his injuries hadn't been any worse. Suddenly, she began to realize how hungry she was when a growling sound came from her abdomen. Since Turbulentpaw was getting special treatment and the elders and queens had been taken care of, she chose a squirrel for herself. She took it over to a place at the edge of the cavern. She wondered if anyone would want to share with her. Then, a certain someone came into mind. Beetleflight. Of course! He was a good friend! He had saved her during the earth quake when they had just been apprentices and they had been on many patrols together. She scanned the cavern, was he even here yet?
