Skua's jaw became slack as he saw the dead plant. It had been living only a moment ago. That poison that the RainWing spat could very well be more potent than the fire Eclipse breathed-- or even his ice breath. His dark eyes flicked back to Dreamseeker and the rest. Everyone looked just about as stunned as he was, save for Jaguar. Said dragon seemed very pleased with herself.
"All that I know is that some strange dragon came into the rainforest and asked for some of the RainWing venom. And we gave it over without a second thought," Jaguar snarled as her tail lashed. Then a moment of silence passed before she opened her mouth again. "I mean, they did. Not me. I was one of the only ones who refused to hand over the venom. That's when I decided that I should probably leave the tribe behind."
It was difficult to believe that a tribe of dragons would willingly hand over something so deadly. "This is ridiculous," Skua hissed.
"Sure is."
This time, Dreamspeaker spoke up. "So you say that a dragon asked for your venom? Do you remember what they looked like?"
Jaguar's expression didn't change. "The dragon doing the venom collecting was one of our own, a dragon by the name of Lemur. I never saw the dragon-- or dragons --themselves."
Skua scoffed. How did they know she was being honest? She could just be lying about this whole thing and trying to make them run circles around each other.
"She's telling the truth." Dreamseeker spoke up again as if she had read his mind.
Her words only fueled his frustration. "How can you tell?"
"Don't you think she would be stammering and contradicting herself if she was trying to cover something up?" she continued gently. "She's been telling us the facts, no matter how silly they may seem."
Jaguar let out a deep, bored sigh. "Least someone around here has some sense. Was worried I'd be the only one with a brain."
Shadestar desperately wanted Eelpond to stay in his den for a little bit longer, but there were responsibilities the both of them had to take care of. He nodded solemnly as Eelpond departed, and once again he was left alone within his den. The morning was soon turning into sunhigh. Hopefully it would be warmer as it got later. He gave his chest fur a few licks and got up to leave his den again. Now that the apprentice ceremony was over, he could grab something to eat from the freshkill pile. The black tom approached the small pile on the floor and pawed at a trout that had most certainly been pulled from the surrounding waters. Hopefully the hunting patrols would come back with more food that day.
He grabbed the trout and took it to a sunny spot in camp, settling down and beginning to remove some of the scales that covered its body. Maybe he could go hunting later as well... there was so many things to do that day. Though Eelpond's words sent a shiver up his spine; Irisstar was certainly not being friendly and it would be bad if he went and attacked his warriors. StarClan, I hope not.