The three kits press against Moonwillow’s legs on the Wildclan side, their frightened breaths warming her fur. Across the border, Woodwhisker stands alone, unarmed, his scarred ear lowered.
Woodwhisker
The war leaders ordered me to use them. They said fear would break Wildclan faster than claws ever could.
Woodwhisker glances toward the distant Fireclan pines, then back to the kits. His paws remain planted, as though he expects the border itself to judge him.
Woodwhisker
At moonrise, they plan to send a patrol through the ravine. When Wildclan gathers to defend it, Fireclan will strike the camp from behind.
Sunkit looks up at Moonwillow with pale green eyes. Sapkit’s trembling eases by a fraction, while Screechkit keeps watching Woodwhisker across the grass.
Woodwhisker
I heard it from their own mouths. They mean to draw Wildclan’s strongest fighters away, then take the camp and every kit left inside.
The wind finally moves, carrying the scent of pine and distant smoke between the clans. Woodwhisker lowers his gaze, leaving the warning and its consequences in Moonwillow’s paws.
✓ Quest Accepted
Verify Woodwhisker's warning about the planned attack
✓ Quest Accepted
Protect the Wildclan camp from Fireclan's attack
““theyre gonna kill the kits?!” i hiss, “what is wrong with those foxhearts!””
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled +0)
Moonwillow
They’re gonna kill the kits?! I hiss. What is wrong with those foxhearts!
The hiss cuts across the border. Moonwillow’s keen senses catch Woodwhisker’s breath hitching, the faint scrape of his claws, and the bitter fear beneath his scent.
Woodwhisker
They spoke of victory, not mercy. I heard them choose the camp’s kits as the price of it.
Sunkit presses harder against Moonwillow’s foreleg. Sapkit’s blue eyes widen, while Screechkit arches his back and fixes a fierce stare on the Fireclan side.
Woodwhisker
That is why I told you. Warn Wildclan before moonrise. Get the kits somewhere safe.
His gaze drops to the three kits, and shame folds his broad shoulders. Beyond him, the pines whisper in the returning wind, carrying smoke from the distant Fireclan camp.
“i nod and run back to camp, carrying two kits on my back and holding one by the scruff”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled +2)