Reports to 'Ole Madam Deputy

^{CRIMSONCLAW
Life is just a test, that only you can beat.}

Crimsonclaw padded into camp, he was somewhat assured by the surrounding trickling water, as if clan life will go on and everything will return back to normal. But it wouldn't Snowstar was gone, and he was alone. Slowly he padded towards Snowflower, her pure white fur was tinged by the moonlight, almost making her appear as a cat from Starclan. Approaching the deputy he dipped his head and began with his report,

"Everything is--or was well in Riverclan territory, until we reached the far side of the river." pausing he let himself breathe before continuing,

"We found a tribe she-cat, her back leg seems badly injured and the twins said it was best to have her come back to camp for treatment." Blinking his leaf-green gaze he wondered what Snowflower would think of all this.

"She didn't seem harmless, and claimed she was here to restore her Honour. She has no threat towards the clans, just a bone to pick with another tribe cat that may be lurking around." Flicking his tail he sat down, narrowing his eyes to slits he awaited any questions that would come forth.

Honestly he believed they should just patch the tribe cat up and have her leave. Riverclan was too destroyed as it is, and bringing in a cat that was once there enemy isn't a good idea. He remembered the battle with the tribe cat's quite clearly, but he didn't recall if this she-cat was amongst the rebellions or the good cats.

Many cats would end up being against the idea, after the battle up in the mountains it would be hard to trust any tribe cat. Having one in there camp would make others suspicious, even if she was innocent. Overall it'll just end up to be some huge mess, that will most likely end up with Riverclan suffering more.

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Snowflower
^{Where do I go from here?}


"Well then take her to the medicine cat's den. I am sure that she is no threat to us. A cat that lives by honour, as she seems to, would not attack her benefactors." She flicked her tail. "As for the other tribe cat lurking around here. Tell me, what can you tell me of him?" She turned to Dragonfly, and got a shock when she looked the black she-cat in the eyes.

"I have never seen such eyes." She murmured.

Dragonfly stood as tall as she could. "His name is Screech and he is an evil cat. He hunts his own kind and eats kits, and forces himself upon she-cats. So long as he lives no cat in this area is safe. I can only hope that he drowned, but knowing Screech, he survived."