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He hadn't been too concerned about the tom's swimming before, but when the tom got too deep, Skunkpaw found himself letting out a sharp yell, something that was probably an equivalent of 'what the hell do you think you're doing do you want to be the next cat to end up murked today?' He felt a wave of relief when the tom reached the banks again. "Somewhere, she is, or at least, there's a clue as to why she's not," he meowed with a blink. There were always signs, pieces of the puzzle, the cats would just need to snap them together. Skunkpaw then shrugged. "Hey, no one's blaming you," he meowed, "I'da done the same."
The yell is probably what had knocked him out of the trance, but he hadn't even registered the sound through the screaming in his ears. Puddlepaw shakes out his fur sitting down where his training partner sat. "I just want to know what happened. Why them? And how?" He takes a deep breath in, releasing it slowly. "Aspenstar's brother died from a fox attack. And you think that's how my dad died?" He asked inquisitively, trying to piece everything together in his mind. "And there's been more deaths..." he murmurs. "But they aren't all fox related? So what is going on?"
"I was about to have to go in there and fish you out myself," he grumbled, although he wasn't sure that he had said it loud enough for his partner to actually hear him. It was then that he tipped his head, thinking about the scene he had witnessed. The claw marks and teeth marks were larger than what could be possible from a cat, but he hadn't seen pawprints that suggested the nature of the beast. "From the little time I had with..." the body he almost continued, pausing only because he felt that out of all of the things he couldn't say, he definitely couldn't say that. "From the limited time I had to look at him, I would say that it was at least plausible that it was a fox. I can't be entirely sure, but the laceration marks make it seem likely." The only way he would be able to know for sure was if he went back in the den, but he wasn't about to tell Ceruleanpaw that.
As the other continued, Skunkpaw found himself nodding in agreement. "Something bad is happening," he meowed, "but I'm not sure what." No one was, from what he understood. They all passively watched as the pile of bodies got larger and larger. "Maybe we can find answers?"
Ceruleanpaw felt as though he sounded crazy, but his eyes flicker back to the water, the the depths of where the deepest blue rushed by. “I felt something pulling me. Like it was calling me.” His cerulean eyes for which he was named narrow and harden, his fur bristling. “Almost like it wanted me to drown.” A shudder runs through his body, and he turns away from the water, wishing no longer to look at it. “Let’s go home.”
The silver tabby starts down the river, staying far from the edge. “I’ll accept at least plausible.” He says as he pads along. “Plausible is almost an answer. We don’t have enough of those.” Ceruleanpaw glances over at Skunkpaw, feeling slightly ashamed for how he’d acted. And had been acting. He was all show, truly, because inside he was still a lost kit wondering why his parents had abandoned him and why he wasn’t good enough to stay.
“We should keep count on who goes missing.” Ceruleanpaw suggests, biting his cheek. “Track their deaths. Track who’s found dead, track who is never found. Causes of deaths. Attempts to find patterns.”
"Well... that's something I don't know how to deal with. Let's just pretend to not hear the voices in our heads when they tell us to drown ourselves, kay?" He was sounding a little more frazzled and less put together than he had when they first had started their interaction, but who could blame him? "That's the best idea you've had all day!" the tom then agreed when he suggested it was time to leave. Finally, he was showing some signs of common sense again.
Noticing the look in the tom's eye as he spoke, Skunkpaw pushed his shoulder against Ceruleanpaw. "Hey, don't worry about it, happens to the best of us," he meowed about what he was sure was unsaid. His voice was soft, kind even. "It'll be okay, okay? Somehow, someway, it'll be okay."
He then straightened, nodding at the tom's plans. "That sounds like a good way to do start," he agreed, his whiskers twitching. Now, this was a task meant for a mind like Skunkpaw, he was certain. "Do you think Aspenstar or Larkspur would be willing to tell us anything they know, or will this be a solo mission?"
"I didn't want to follow it down. I couldn't get away." Yeah, the more he talked, the worse it sounded. He snaps his jaw shut and sighs, his tail flicking back and forth with frustration. Ceruleanpaw shoots back one more fleeting look at the water, before following Skunkpaw.
His fur flushes when Skunkpaw touches him, though he figured it was just reassurance that his partner didn't hate him. Working alongside someone who couldn't stand him surely was not the way he wanted to deal with the upcomng moons. "I hope you're right." Ceruleanpaw drops his guard for a quick moment, allowing himself to be soft in return, even if it left within seconds.
"I think we should tell Aspenstar that we found that body." Suddenly, Ceruleanpaw was detached once more. The body wasn't his father's. He didnt have a father, as far as he was concerned. Someone who could abandon their child like that didn't have a son. "She might tell us more, though I doubt it. We might have to prod at other members of the guard. Maybe Wolfriot would say something. He likes apprentices."
