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Spritefairy collapsed onto the ground, momentarily exhausted. She usually enjoyed her job as one of DayClan's gravediggers, but turns out, digging a grave for a rogue who was easily three times the size of you was much harder work than it looked - as was trying to push the poor dead guy into it. "C'mon, ya big doofus - get in!" she shrieked, giving the corpse an almighty shove - unfortunately, her efforts were fruitless, and she simply managed to trip herself over. She sighed, laying on the ground for a few more moments. Why did no one else seem to have this problem?
"What are you doing?" Foxpaw asked, padding up to the she-cat. He peered into the grave where his clanmate had pushed the dead feline. His fur bristled in unease as his eyes connected with the corpse. He didn't recognize this cat. Why was his clanmate burrying a cat that wasnt part of their clan?
Spritefairy's gaze shifted to Foxpaw, then to the rogue corpse, then back to Foxpaw. "My job," she answered shortly, nodding her head over to the body. "Gimme a paw and help me cover him up, would ya? Dunno if an apprentice is gonna help me all that much, but we gotta at least try..." She paused for a second. "Oh, you mean 'cuz he's a rogue, right?" she asked, suddenly looking a lot more perky. "Well, if that's what you're askin', then I get where you're comin' from."
"Well, why not?" she shrugged. "He ain't any different than us besides his affiliation, is he? My corpse would attract just as many flies as his would." She wrinkled her nose. "I mean, I guess I could'a pushed him over the border or something, but jeez, I could barely shove this guy into his grave. Maybe should'a laid off the rabbits, huh?" she grinned.
Spritefairy shrugged, peering in at the corpse that was now mostly covered with soil. "He didn't seem to be bleedin' from anywhere," she murmured, frowning as she considered the possibilities. "So he likely wasn't in a fight. With or without one of our warriors. Could'a been just a simple case of drop-dead syndrome, a thing I just made up."
Spritefairy paused. "...Nah," she said decisively, though she gave the grave a Stern Look. "Maybe if we'd, I dunno, touched his blood, or drank it, or ate him or whatever. Still, we should wash our paws once we're done, and report back to Glowstar that a sick cat might have been spreading his nasty bug all over our nice clean territory. Probably a good idea to mark the grave too."
( he and spritefairy can be the greatest gravedigger partners around xD )
Spritefairy chuckled. "Enjoy? Hell no!" she laughed, as if it was the funniest thing she'd heard all day. "I mean, I don't hate it, or even really dislike it, but do I like it? Nah. I picked it 'cause someone's gotta do it, and it may as well be me. Ya know?"
