The Wonderful Taste of Failure

[Badger]

(For Drought and Drought only)

Badger grinned as he rushed through the forest. Marvelous news had just reached him, and he had immediately thought to go to Drought. There was a new group, apparently, some little Bird-Cats that liked to kill. How lovely! What really made it great, though, is that they had killed more cats in a moon or so than Deathclan had done in entire seasons. Badger couldn't wait to see Drought's stupid little face when he told him. But what if he knew already?

He came skidding to a halt as he reached Drought's place of living. "Hey there, Drought, you home?" He called, scratching his claws irritably on a tree as he waited. This was just too much for him. He needed to sleep. Or eat. Or drink. Probably all three, actually. he had been running for quite some time now. Drought had better move faster.

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| I completely forgot that this thread existed. Oops. |


Of course, Drought had already heard about this group of "ravens". One of his own cats, Vex, had come to him a few days ago and informed him that she'd been a part of one of their raids. It was all rather strange; the leader wasn't entirely sure what to think about the group. They were killing Clanners, which was good. But were they trying to become rivals with DeathClan? He really had no idea what their goals might be, aside from just murdering cats. At least they hadn't gone near DeathClan or the Tribe yet.

The black-and-white tom had been dozing when Badger arrived, but he soon awoke and stepped out into the sunlight. "Yeeeeeessss?" he meowed to Badger in a questioning tone, unaware of what the royal might want.