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Beewhisker’s ears twitched as they led Smokepaw to the border of Trespass point, well, WindClan’s side of it anyway. They didn’t look at Smokepaw, how could they? He was the kit of the friend that never left their heart, nor their mind, for the past few moons now, looking at his would make things worse for themself, and they at least wanted to remain composed at the very least, even if that spark that they had before was completely gone, pressed deep by the weight of grief. 

“If you were to see something happen here, or anywhere, you’ll need to know how to report it.” They said, an uncharacteristically blank and motionless tone in their voice as they gestured to the border of Trespass Point. “Not that it matters, unless something big and deadly comes along.” They added with a murmur. Part of them just want to rot in their nest, but another part, bound by duty, stood, they’d just need to finish this. Then go back… now that they can’t rendezvous themselves out of camp now at least. 

Beewhisker was silent for a moment, there was no hope of Cedarpaw returning anymore either, the others had slowly given up the search, but part of them continued to look into the direction of twoleg place… just in case. But then their gaze turned straight ahead, to the border. “If you and I drove off a trespasser, say, a warrior from another clan on our territory, what would you say to Emberdawn or Fawnstar when we got back?”