Post by LιθΠΗΣαRτεD on Nov 12, 2015 23:16:09 GMT
Season: late leaf-bare
"Thrushpaw, I want you on Tigerdapple's patrol," said Moonclaw, approaching him. Nodding silently, he clambered up, kicked dirt over the prey he was eating, and wearily padded over to Tigerdapple, who was standing with Goldenfox and Kiteheart. The energy had mostly gone out of him. I don't have any friends here, he thought, as he looked around at the camp, with, for the first time, distaste and disgust. What was WhisperClan to him? Nothing more than a meadow. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. No, it was still his home. Just a miserable home. Besides, where could he go, anyway?
"We're just waiting for someone else," Tigerdapple said, glancing sideways. "Moonclaw wanted us to do both hunting and patrolling, since it's leaf-bare, and we need as many paws as possible." Daisyfur padded up a moment later, and the patrol set out.
As they walked, Daisyfur asked, "anyone going to the Gathering tonight?"
"There's just going to be drama," said Kiteheart wearily, "so I'm not bothering."
"The truce is useless when the leaders just spit at each other during every leaf-bare," Goldenfox added, flicking his tail dismissively. "It's for the younger cats to enjoy some playtime." Thrushpaw saw him glance at him out of his peripheral vision, and he looked forward determinedly.
The cold air stung Thrushpaw's pelt, and he struggled through the snow; his legs were still short while the warriors' were long, and strong. After hopping through the deeper parts of the meadow, Thrushpaw was already exhausted. Goldenfox smirked but kept his mouth shut. The cats' breath rose in the air in white clouds as they opened their jaws to scent for prey. However, there was nothing except the chilly, tangy air.
"All the prey are gone," mourned Kiteheart, his eyes grim. Prey had been short for the past moon, and some even went to sleep with empty bellies. Thrushpaw felt a pang of guilt for burying his half-eaten shrew. A kit could've eaten the other half.
"Let's patrol first," Goldenfox declared, taking charge as usual, "and we can find prey along the way." The other warriors nodded silently, and Thrushpaw didn't find the need to argue. The patrol stomped through the snow-ridden meadow, climbing tiredly up the Slopes near the StormClan border. At the top, Thrushpaw scanned the land for a familiar ginger pelt, his hopes up again.
Suddenly, a patrol of three StormClan warriors slid out of the trees. Thrushpaw's heart leapt. Padding at the back was no other than Rosetail. She froze when she saw Goldenfox and Thrushpaw, and her Clanmates paused to glance at her.
"What's wrong?" asked a gray tom, touching her shoulder with his nose.
"I can't go to them," Rosetail whispered audibly. "T-those are my siblings..."
The warriors turned to examine the WhisperClan warriors, who stared haughtily back despite the Truce. Goldenfox broke the palpable, brittle tension, his voice slicing through the coldness as if it was breaking ice.
"Well hello, Rosetail," he said coolly, his eyes as cold as leaf-bare. Thrushpaw shuffled his paws.
"We're just here to mark the border," sniffed Riverpelt, the Clan deputy, stepping forward. "And that's done. We'll exchange greetings at the Gathering. Right now, we have to do other things." Turning, he stalked back into the woods.
"Fox-heart," Tigerdapple muttered under her breath to only her Clanmates. Rosetail sprang after Riverpelt, and the gray warrior was the last one to leave. Glancing curiously at the lingering WhisperClan warriors, he gave a small snarl.
"Stop loitering or else we'll take it as a threat," he growled.
"Oh yeah? What can you do about it?" taunted Goldenfox, his face growing into a smirk. The gray tom spun around, his fur bristling. Saying nothing, he eyed the enemy patrol warily.
"Which two of you are Rosetail's brother, anyway?" he finally asked.
"Why do you care?" Thrushpaw said, stepping forward, unable to help himself. He was starting to get seriously annoyed with this stuck-up warrior. Couldn't he just leave? I want nothing more than to sink my claws into his filthy gray pelt!
"He is her brother," Goldenfox cut in, flicking his tail dismissively at Thrushpaw. The tone of his voice made himself sound extremely detached to the whole situation, and Thrushpaw frowned. "But I'm not. I disowned her," he said, sounding as if he was bragging. Rosetail was looking crestfallen, as if she was about to cry, and Thrushpaw had the sudden urge to just cuff
"Thrushpaw, I want you on Tigerdapple's patrol," said Moonclaw, approaching him. Nodding silently, he clambered up, kicked dirt over the prey he was eating, and wearily padded over to Tigerdapple, who was standing with Goldenfox and Kiteheart. The energy had mostly gone out of him. I don't have any friends here, he thought, as he looked around at the camp, with, for the first time, distaste and disgust. What was WhisperClan to him? Nothing more than a meadow. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. No, it was still his home. Just a miserable home. Besides, where could he go, anyway?
"We're just waiting for someone else," Tigerdapple said, glancing sideways. "Moonclaw wanted us to do both hunting and patrolling, since it's leaf-bare, and we need as many paws as possible." Daisyfur padded up a moment later, and the patrol set out.
As they walked, Daisyfur asked, "anyone going to the Gathering tonight?"
"There's just going to be drama," said Kiteheart wearily, "so I'm not bothering."
"The truce is useless when the leaders just spit at each other during every leaf-bare," Goldenfox added, flicking his tail dismissively. "It's for the younger cats to enjoy some playtime." Thrushpaw saw him glance at him out of his peripheral vision, and he looked forward determinedly.
The cold air stung Thrushpaw's pelt, and he struggled through the snow; his legs were still short while the warriors' were long, and strong. After hopping through the deeper parts of the meadow, Thrushpaw was already exhausted. Goldenfox smirked but kept his mouth shut. The cats' breath rose in the air in white clouds as they opened their jaws to scent for prey. However, there was nothing except the chilly, tangy air.
"All the prey are gone," mourned Kiteheart, his eyes grim. Prey had been short for the past moon, and some even went to sleep with empty bellies. Thrushpaw felt a pang of guilt for burying his half-eaten shrew. A kit could've eaten the other half.
"Let's patrol first," Goldenfox declared, taking charge as usual, "and we can find prey along the way." The other warriors nodded silently, and Thrushpaw didn't find the need to argue. The patrol stomped through the snow-ridden meadow, climbing tiredly up the Slopes near the StormClan border. At the top, Thrushpaw scanned the land for a familiar ginger pelt, his hopes up again.
Suddenly, a patrol of three StormClan warriors slid out of the trees. Thrushpaw's heart leapt. Padding at the back was no other than Rosetail. She froze when she saw Goldenfox and Thrushpaw, and her Clanmates paused to glance at her.
"What's wrong?" asked a gray tom, touching her shoulder with his nose.
"I can't go to them," Rosetail whispered audibly. "T-those are my siblings..."
The warriors turned to examine the WhisperClan warriors, who stared haughtily back despite the Truce. Goldenfox broke the palpable, brittle tension, his voice slicing through the coldness as if it was breaking ice.
"Well hello, Rosetail," he said coolly, his eyes as cold as leaf-bare. Thrushpaw shuffled his paws.
"We're just here to mark the border," sniffed Riverpelt, the Clan deputy, stepping forward. "And that's done. We'll exchange greetings at the Gathering. Right now, we have to do other things." Turning, he stalked back into the woods.
"Fox-heart," Tigerdapple muttered under her breath to only her Clanmates. Rosetail sprang after Riverpelt, and the gray warrior was the last one to leave. Glancing curiously at the lingering WhisperClan warriors, he gave a small snarl.
"Stop loitering or else we'll take it as a threat," he growled.
"Oh yeah? What can you do about it?" taunted Goldenfox, his face growing into a smirk. The gray tom spun around, his fur bristling. Saying nothing, he eyed the enemy patrol warily.
"Which two of you are Rosetail's brother, anyway?" he finally asked.
"Why do you care?" Thrushpaw said, stepping forward, unable to help himself. He was starting to get seriously annoyed with this stuck-up warrior. Couldn't he just leave? I want nothing more than to sink my claws into his filthy gray pelt!
"He is her brother," Goldenfox cut in, flicking his tail dismissively at Thrushpaw. The tone of his voice made himself sound extremely detached to the whole situation, and Thrushpaw frowned. "But I'm not. I disowned her," he said, sounding as if he was bragging. Rosetail was looking crestfallen, as if she was about to cry, and Thrushpaw had the sudden urge to just cuff