BLOOD MONEY ( GUARDING, OPEN!)

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    // night before paperpaws trial!

    on guard in an empty den with as many guards as those who want to rp! :)


    This was hilarious.


    They had built her a seperate little den to hold her in - mainly because Windclan was too nice to do prisoners and capturing and this was their first time. She felt a cold smile rise on her maw at the thought of being Windclans first prisoner. Of course, it wasnt her smile anymore. For a long time she felt like a puppet of the Dark Forest, all her legs had been blackened to show her tainted nature.


    The moon was rising and her plan for the night was to escape - her last bit of fun before exile.



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    Pacing back and forth in front of the apprentices' den, Owlpaw was fuming. At this point in time, the apprentice was almost certain that her sister had killed Pebbledpaw, but there was still a sliver of doubt in her mind. Maybe she missed something. Maybe she was wrong. It wouldn't be the first time, Owlpaw always overestimated her own abilities. Maybe she saw something that just wasn't there.


    With a hiss, Owlpaw spun around and stormed towards the 'prisoners' den'. The guards' protests were ignored as the apprentice pushed her way into the makeshift prison and fixed her sister with an icy glare. "Tell me the truth," she spat, tail lashing behind her. "What happened in Riverclan?"

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    Paperpaw grins and briefly leans around her sister to look at the guards. "I'm demoting you both in the morning." She snorts like she would get another morning in the clan, as she pulls back her muzzle grazes near Owlpaws ear as she speaks in a chillingly cold voice. "Nothing I say, you will believe. Your so caught up, sis, thinking Im the bad guy cos I got a few strong opinions. All I ever did was point out flaws in this Clan and now I get blamed for a murder." She chuckles, pulling back further to look Owlpaw in the eyes. "Whatever you think is the true, thats all you'll believe from now on. It doesnt matter what I say."


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    perhaps it was rude, ill-mannered, but am couldn't help but stare. a murderer in their midst - who would have ever guessed? am wasn't sure she could believe it. not for lack of evidence, but because she didn't want to think that her home could be unsafe. all she could do was hope others wouldn't hurt her, hope they'd take pity on the poor little cripple.


    she never thought to be hoping her clanmates wouldn't pick off the weakest link.


    she didn't dare approach. am only sat outside of the medicine den, fear in her dark eyes as she regarded her peer.


    Cedarpaw hadn't been allowed to guard Paperpaw - for pretty obvious reasons, he had to admit - so he'd been forced to watch Owlpaw's pacing as he picked away at a squirrel. When he saw Owlpaw storming towards the den that had been designated fine 'prisoner's den he ran after her, leaving his half-eaten squirrel behind.


    Pushing into the den - these guards were terrible, weren't they? - he growled when he heard Owlpaw and Paperpaw's exchange. "If she says she didn't do it, then she didn't." He hissed. "Lay off."