questionable food (open event)

Sparrowpelt - ShadowClan Medicine Cat

Sparrowpelt slept during the storm, her insomnia quieted by the feeling of the rain. However, sleep was just a quick dip against StarClan, for once seeing their starry fur instead of the void she normally saw. They said nothing, or if they did, she couldn’t hear it. That being said, there was something about it that sat the wrong way with her. There was something in the way they looked at her that made her wary but she couldn’t put a paw on it. Part of her wondered if there was something…just something they could say but she wouldn’t risk a trip to the high stones yet. She blearily looked out from her awkward sleeping position to hear hustle and bustle of the camp and cats shouting.

Alarmed, she immediately moved to sit up – trying to get her head about herself as she stood. Shaking herself off viciously, she would eventually find her vision to stop spinning and she moved to stare out of her den. The camp was covered in water and mud. She grimaced strongly at the ground as she moved to step out. She didn’t know why mud was so irritating to feel but she pushed through it to look around the camp, picking up on the conversation around her. Her ears pricked when she heard Onyxfeather say her name and she blinked owlishly before walking closer.

The smell was foul and she immediately guessed from his words what was happening and the…disgusting crow food. “I only smelled this once and it was due to two-legs.” She frowned, wondering what on earth the water had dragged in to settle in the pile. “Tell me no one put it in their mouth.” She mumbled under her breath, knowing warriors tended to use their mouths before their paws. Washing off the fur was one thing – but in the mouth, was just nasty and hard to clean.

“Use your paws as much as you can, making sure you don’t lick them and wash them off in a cleaner puddle that doesn’t smell foul.” She advised. “Onyxfeather is right, if the prey ate something and it released it after it’s death, that prey and anything it touched needs to go- and if it was the water, everything needs to be buried outside of camp.” She said flatly, moving closer to examine the prey, using her paw to turn it over.

“It smells extremely strong – like stronger than rotten crowfood.” She mumbled to herself, eyeing the prey. “Anything that doesn’t smell like this can be washed in the clean puddles further to try to make sure nothing else touches them but I would advise against it in all honestly. I would say another hunting patrol is needed.” She looked up to Onyxfeather and Darkstar with some worry.

“We also need to find the source, if it was from the carrionplace. I can go with an apprentice to help me cover some ground to try to find the source. It won’t be hard to miss with that smell.” She paused, hoping she wasn’t overstepping her boundaries. “Would that be alright?” She looked back and forth from deputy to leader, hoping that they would understand that this was not something to be taken half-hearted.

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mentions CAWN with Darkstar and LOST with Onyxfeather