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[color=Silver]	Upon his return to the camp, he was quickly met with the haste of Silverflight, the deputy. It shouldn't have surprised Branchfall to have seen her be the first to take action, yet it still did just a little. She was amongst the larger group of the clan he never conversed with outside of clan duties, which in and of itself was limited to small sentences and acknowledgement of orders. It wasn't any different to what she was doing now and it left much to be desired. As she rushed over, he felt the aura of her presence almost immediately. A prowess unmatched by all but the leaders themselves, she sternly made her mark. If Branchfall wasn't breathless, he'd have held his lungs so as such to not make a noise out of line. Her intimidation was perhaps unintentional, the strict professionalism seemingly taking her away from the realms of conversation and friendship, or whatever else possible. A perfect description for a deputy, and a perfect heiress to the leader's mantle. Something to be envious of, yet also grateful if she so looked his way. And, with his rapid and unsolicited return, it was only natural that she lurched forward to investigate the anomaly.

	Her voice was...unexpectantly smooth. Well, maybe it wasn't, but Branchfall's panic seemed at ease when she questioned him for answers. His hesitation had left her in a bit of a state, unknown as to what horrific sight had been discovered. When he realised that he was alone he felt an extra layer of anxiety plague his body and churned his stomach. Unless they'd kept the peace, a violent border incident could very well have ignited a diplomatic hellscape for the leaders to work with. He looked to Silverflight with a flair of confusion himself whilst he tried to piece together his sentence. If the situation wasn't had enough, she alone made him anxious.[/color]

[color=80D1B1][b]"There...we ran into Birchclan cats on the border, they were..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He inhaled slowly and cleared his words. At the least, he tried to build up some sort of false expression of confidence, something he definitely lacked beside Seilverflight.[/color] [color=80D1B1][b]"They were next to one of their own clancats, and they were dead. Not...it was a really barbaric sight."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	He gave her a second to gather her reaction before he continued. The worst of the sight had to have been the blood, the recent decay of the fallen victim. Had it been another murder? Just as the concerns were coming back, such a killing could've been disastrous for clan relations. Or was it of a natural predator, one that lunged them aside? He could not answer, as the body had been taken away back to the clan.[/color]

[color=80D1B1][b]"The patrol we encountered was a bit hostile and defensive, so we couldn't really get a glimpse of it all. I ran back as soon as I had the chance to. Rainstripe and Flamepelt are still there with the other border patrol. Either they'll come back soon or stay put, I wasn't sure what they'd do."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Beside her, he felt that aroma of alienation stemming from his pelt. A great clancat like herself was anything but a wanderer, and the piercing eyes of her professionalism unsettled him. Not for her own personality or reputation, mind you, but the harshness he felt towards himself. Something inside him trembled and the mystical shade of her clouded fur left him silent for another few seconds. He wasn't sure what to say or how to say it, or if he'd said enough. In his panic, he hesitatntly bowed down his head and stammered out an apology for no reason whatsoever.[/color] [color=80D1B1][b]"I'm...sorry for coming so hastily, maybe I should've stayed there too."[/b][/color]