Obscuro was walking back to camp, after the events in riverclan- after the successful ritual was completed. There was a hop in her step as she slipped into her clan's border. A brightness that was a little too excited. Honestly, who could judge her? She had finally the last piece of the puzzle. She only had to think about what it was she was going to do with it. Wait for Luca to strike again? Or go face him at the border? Obscuro's distaste for luca was almost to the point of bloodthirsty, but that didn't discredit the fact that she lived in two very pro-ethic clans. Even if littlestar would approve of revenge, that didn't mean anything about seeing her covered in blood from hurting him so harshly afterwards if she did that. If she decided to. In the end it was her decision. But the leaders of each respective clan still held a part of that decision. Point being- how thrilled they would be to see Obscuro Quote: Acting out.
Honestly, the beast should have been clued in when she realised that kakuja's welcoming call was absent as she slipped into the clan. The birds in the sky collectively looking restless- only seemed to get more agitated as Obscuro stepped closer in the camp. She was greeting an NPC when she heard a hawk screech in the sky, and looking up to see two or three of the large birds dive down. Taking to plucking at her wing wings that sat folded on her back. She yelped loudly. "What the hell?"
She flared her wings out, fluffing them up and trying to move when more of the birds that had circled camp started to dive for her. "What the hell is going on?" She growled to herself, moving up to her own den- hidesign away from the birds to get away- when she saw it.
Kakuja. She was injured- it looked like the other birds had plucked at her too. What the hell was going on? "I need a medic over here!" Obscuro called out, turning her attention towards the entrance of her den, looking to grasp her companion carefully while looking out for more hawks who could come through the door. If any of them dared to at least. Her bat hawk trembled in her hold, at it was a while before she realised why.
The scar on her arm, the brand.
Did it set them off?