Terror calmly held Ashenstar's gaze, the look in her eye saying that nobody in ThunderClan had a chance of defeating her, but she simply purred, "Don't worry, the only prey that I'm interested in is foxes and badgers. Squirrels and rabbits just don't have enough meat on them to be worth the chase."

She had been lying on her belly this whole time due to how big she was.

Ravenfur flicked her ear as she watched, a little happy that there was no fight within the camp or here.

Ashenstar

Ashenstar look at Terror in surprise, her whiskers twitching slightly.

"Badgers and Foxes" She purred in surprise as she hummed afterwards, "You have my full permission, I understand and in a way thank you, not only did you save Ravenfur, you are also clearing out bigger dangers in these woods" She nodded gently in thanks.

Terror nods, then starts shimmying around carefully toward the entrance as she purrs, "Thank you for granting me permission."

Then she works her way back outside.

Ravenfur followed tail flicking as she closed her eyes slightly due to the sun, she watched Terror quietly.

"Safe travels Terror, thank you for helping me" She purred gently ear flicking gently.

Ashenstar

Ashenstar looked at Foxclaw eyes warm and patient as she hummed gently.

"To be fair that she-cat was massive, it would have taken all 4 clans collective to even stand a chance" She admitted unsure as she hummed.

"I am glad she is nice, rather than still following that horrid clans ideologies to this day" She said and looked after Ravenfur as she followed Terror out.

"Plus, she saved Ravenfur letting her on our territory is the least we could do" She said in fairness.

Terror purred gently and licked Ravenfur's cheek, then said, "I probably should head back to my den. I feel many of your Clanmates are looking at me funny."


Foxclaw, meanwhile, was looking at Ashenstar in surprise, about so say something about never trusting a rogue.

Springtrap

The weather had been growing rather hot as of late. For once the ginger tom was glad that his fur was as patchy as it was, allowing some of the breeze to reach the skin. Still it was much too hot for the tom, making him crankier than normal. Above that he couldn't help but feel the eyes of the others on him. Crosshare...of how he missed her. To his knowledge she still hadn't been found dead nor alive. There was the faintest hope lodged deep in his chest that she would come back to him one day. But so far that hope had only been dashed over and over with each new sun cycle. Today seemed no different.
Sighing the golden pelted tom pushed himself up out of his nest. The sun had already risen, though it was not yet at it's peak arch in the sky. He was later than he liked to be, but not too late. Still he needed to get a move on if he was going to be able to get his hunting done before it got too hot. Stretching Springtrap readied himself for the day. Padding out of the warrior den he found the camp somewhat empty. Not that anyone really wanted to talk to him anyways with the recent events still weighting on their minds. It was a wonder than he hadn't been exiled for the act, even if he was unable to give the details in full. It was too painful to think of still, what he could recall that is.

No one stopped him as he moved out of the camp. He wasn't the best of hunters, though he could still catch prey although be it small vermin. His journey always started at the Thunderpath. Sometimes the large noisy beasts that ran along the path would aid in the hunt of larger animals, though it was rare that he would even mess with the mess they made when they captured their prey. Why they never ate their kills he would never know, since that would intel learning from a first hand experience. Today though he seemed to find himself in company. Across the path he could see the shape of Shadowstar, as well as Moonpaw. There was another shape, a larger one, fleeing the scene. Above the scent of the path, though be it hard to pick up through he harsh acidic smell of the darkened dirt, the smell of blood was on the air. Ears swiveling for the roars of the large beast, the ginger tom rushed to the side of his leader.
"Shadowstar! Are you injured?!" The ginger tom asked, his gaze turned to where the other cat had fled to.

Shadowstar
Shadowstar turned toward Springtrap and called, "I was just chasing a rogue away. Some need .kre persuasion than others."

The scent of blood was very close though, maybe a few steps away.

Springtrap:

The tom's nose scrunched up at the metallic smell of blood. It didn't seem like it was very far off, though that could have been due to the body that they were standing by. Or from the wounded cat that had fled. What was the chances that the rogue could still be around? Would they rally try to take on this many cat's at once?
"Would you like to me to make sure they left the territory, sir?" The tom asked keeping his eyes peeled and his ears forward. That would be all they needed...for Shadowstar to lose a life to a rogue. Where would that put them then when it came to keeping out Thunderclan?

Then his eyes fell to the body of what he could only assume was a kittypet from the looks of it. There had only been a few times that he had seen one of the softer cats up close, but all of them had been alive then. What type of creature would have done this to a cat that had nothing to fight for? There was no scent of a fox, nor badger on the corpse just the smell of cat. That could only mean that...but why? And it sat half eaten as well. Would a cat really eat another cat? Could this rogue just be that bad off that the soft fightless kittypet was all it could manage to catch? He would much rather eat the kill along the Thunderpath than stoop so low as to eat another cat.

Ravenfur let out a happy and gentle purr in understanding, "Safe travels then" She hummed back, glancing at her clanmates her whiskers twitching slightly.

Ashenstar

Ashenstar looked at Foxclaw in understanding her ear flicking as she hummed.

"If anything happens, I accept full responsibility as clan leader" She assured the tom gently her eyes warm.

(For the record, Shadowstar has not lost a fight since he began his Warrior training.)
Shadowstar
Shadowstar padded over to Springtrap and said, "Help me get this she-cat over to ThunderClan. That's where her brother is, and he'll probably want to know that his sister is dead..

Terror
Meanwhile, Terror had been making her way toward the site of the murder, intending to help in any way she could.

Foxclaw
Foxclaw looked at Ashenstar and meowed, "But if she turned on us, you'd lose more than one life for sure!"