blurred. - a warriors fanfiction

• part five - SHERLOCK AND WATTSON

Wolfscar stared at Sparrowcry's broken body. What was she supposed to feel? Grief? As if. What kind of cat— who isn't a complete dolt— would ever grieve over someone like Sparrowcry? She took a couple steps back, distancing herself from her Clanmates. She didn't feel lament for him. No, she was curious. Did he kill himself? Or was there something more sinister behind it? She expected to return from hunting and relax the rest of the evening, but it seemed as if she would need to play detective instead. Not that Wolfscar minded terribly; as a kit, she loved the deceased elder Pebblespots' mystery games. Now, those games were becoming a reality.

As Morningshade settled beside her, Wolfscar said, "It couldn't have been suicide."

"Wh—what?" Morningshade looked up at Wolfscar with huge yellow eyes.

"He loved himself way too much to just, well, off himself." She licked her lips. "Perhaps Eldertuft and Sparrowcry's deaths are intertwined."

"You think s—so?" her brother squeaked. "Should we tell mum or Sandstar?"

Wolfscar shook her head. "Not enough evidence to prove our cause."

"O—Our cause?" Morningshade flattened his ears.

"Well, yeah. We're littermates. We're a team, right?" The scarred black she-cat stared at him, slight pleading in her pale eyes.

The tortoiseshell shuffled his paws nervously and avoided making eye contact with her. "We— I— Oh, Wolfscar I—I don't know."

"Please," Wolfscar begged softly, nudging her brother with her scarred muzzle. "Help a sister out."

He inhaled sharply. "Okay. I'll— I'll help." Morningshade let out a sharp exhale.

"Thank you." The black she-cat purred gratefully. "I'll interrogate others. You keep an eye open for any suspicious activity."

Morningshade nodded, and Wolfscar bounded off before he could respond. She decided that Streamwhisker would be the first cat she would speak to; the tabby was even more distant than she was.

Wolfscar found him in the shade of the warriors' den, eying his grieving Clanmates below. "Streamwhisker."

"I didn't push him off," he replied immediately, looking up at her with icy green eyes.

She bristled. "What makes you think I was going to interrogate you?"

Streamwhisker blinked slowly. "I was watching you two. I'm not a fool, you know," he paused to smoothen his chest fur. "Talk to Falconstripe. She was with him last."

Wolfscar stared at him through narrowed eyes briefly. Darn, she thought, her tail quivering in irritation as she sprang down from the warriors den to find the ruddy tabby. I knew Streamwhisker was intelligent, but not that sharp. The black she-cat weaved around her Clanmates, snorting a bit. She wondered if they were merely sheep grieving because their leader was.

"Wolfscar."

She halted and looked over her shoulder. Leafpaw stood behind her, his head held high. "Yes?" she responded, biting back a sigh.

"What are you doing?" The young brown tabby tom scowled.

"I'm going to talk to Falconstripe." Wolfscar flexed her claws impatiently.

Leafpaw stared at her with suspicion. His piercing gaze sent a ripple up Wolfscar's spine. He wanted something, she knew that; but what, exactly?

"Juniperpaw wanted me to ask you if she could come with us for training tomorrow," he mewed, narrowing his green eyes.

"Is that all?" Wolfscar snorted. She remembered that Elderfrost had been Juniperpaw's mentor. After his disappearance, Fogpelt started mentoring her daughter. "Why the looks, kit?"

Leafpaw sniffed. "I'll tell you tomorrow."

[ a/n ]:
let me just say — i love Streamwhisker he is great
i love leafpaw too. he's going to be interesting later in the story