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Rosy and his friend, Hoarsehoof, were wandering around the territory when Hoarsehoof fell off a cliff.
"Oh no!" Rosy exclaimed, doing nothing to help him. "Don't do that!" He stood at the edge and watched him fall.
He sat down and began to unpack the picnic he'd brought. Hoarsehoof continued to bounce off rock after rock. "Oh no!" Rosy said again, pityingly, like the good friend he was, taking a bite of his mouse sandwich. He looked down and brushed crumbs off his beautiful ginger chest fur.
Peachstar padded up, eyes narrowed. "Good afternoon, Rosyclementine," he said. "I thought I saw you leaving camp with Hoarsehoof today, yet I see no traces of him, except for these horse hoof-shaped skidmarks leading up to the edge of this cliff. Any ideas where he went?"
Rosy swivelled his head to the side with his mouth bulging with his mouse sandwich. He shook his head like a child at Peachstar's question. "Nuh-uh," he mumbled around his sandwich, completely earnest, still shaking his head. He swallowed with some difficulty, the sandwich making a very clear bulge down his throat. "Crazy how those hoofmarks are there," he commented, following Peachstar's gaze down to the ground. He had no idea why he was lying and effectively covering up his friend's death for no material gain, but perhaps he was a latent psychopath. He wasn't, but it was a fun thought. He turned his head back to Peachstar and beamed at him. "Anyway, you're looking gorgeous today. Extra ginger-y." His smile grew, pushing up his cheeks.
From near the bottom of the cliff, Hoarsehoof screamed. It echoed off the cliff walls.
