Maplebrook was hunting, the slender grey tabby was focused on feeding her clan, feeding the elder's that had so valiantly served the clan all those moons and now just needed a little looking after. She had left Fawnpaw under the supervision of another warrior, telling the cream coloured she cat that she would be doing a few things in the elder's den for the morning, while Maplebrook attended her duties.
The low rumble of her stomach pierced through the peaceful atmosphere of the border. Maplebrook had neglected to eat before she left camp to hunt but yet to her that did not matter, she would never eat before the rest of her clan had, and after all wasn't a nice fat squirrel all the more enjoyable when it was well earned.
Unfortunately for her, her stomach had managed to scare off the only prey she could find this early in the day and she sighed in frustration softly and settled down near the border between Treeclan and Lightning clan and while Maplebrook had nothing against the other clan, she knew to be wary of all clans, after all they did not all have leaders as good as Lionstar. Shaking her head the female settled down to rest for a few minutes before she moved on to another hunting spot. Completely unaware of what was about to happen.
She was a princess, with the strength of a warrior
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 26, 2017 19:23:50 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR
Having Desertpaw in his life gave him a valid excuse to not answer Dovecloud's every beck and call. He almost felt a little sorry; his pretty mate had immediately gotten sulky after he'd brushed off her invitation to go quail-hunting in favor of training. However, she'd immediately turned around and asked Thrushwhisker, driving a wedge between Harestrike and whatever remorse he would have felt.
After sending Desertpaw back to camp for some prey and rest, Harestrike, too restless to go home so early, veered towards their shared border with TreeClan. The breeze that swept over the valley, brushing the stalks of grass against his long legs and tail, beckoned him. Without thought, Harestrike's pace quickened. His paws beat a smooth tattoo across the open moorland, thick pads protecting him from the occasional sharp stone or stick. Harestrike's eyes gleamed, and he pushed himself into a full run, feeling the power inside his own muscles -- all his hard work paying off.
Practically flying over the terrain, Harestrike let his thoughts grow empty, and the stress roll off his coat like bits of dandelion fluff. He leaped a thick clump of sedge, landing neatly on the other side and without breaking stride. He didn't bother listening for rabbits - he didn't want to chase anything. He just wanted to run, to go fast enough that he reached that point where everything felt okay again. Where his problems seemed so small and manageable.
Without pause, Harestrike darted into the open woods, overtaking the scentline before he could even register he'd passed it. A doubtful thought in the back of his mind wasn't enough to slow him down, however. Is this still LightningClan territory? Harestrike, flanks rising and falling rapidly with the vigor and the joy of a good sprint, almost glanced back.
A tabby she-cat came into view; he was moving so fast, she seemed to spring up out of nowhere - despite laying down on the forest floor. "Whoa!" Harestrike's paw steps fumbled, and he bit his tongue, teeth clacking together painfully as he tried to leap over her and made a mess of the landing. His claws caught the terrain, halting him from careening into the side of a tree or outright falling over. "Hey!" he snapped, winded. "Who just lays down in the middle of the forest?"Harebrain!
Harestrike glanced around. The trees here were old, and large. And smelled nothing like LightningClan. With an uncomfortable prickle, the young warrior realized he had no right to be getting an attitude with anyone. Whatever. It was impossible to take back dirt after you flung it at someone.
Maplebrook had barely begin to close her eyes for a minute's rest when it happened, a tom cat racing towards her, for a brief second Maplebrook thought he was going to attack her but instead he seemed to be moving to fast to stop and ended up flying over her and landing in a heap with a seemingly annoyed hiss.
" Hey!, Who just lays down in the middle of the forest?" The unknown tom snapped at Maplebrook, a response in which caused her to rise to her paws, bright emerald gaze locked accusingly onto his. how dare he? she snorted internally, her hair rising along her spine in her anger. " You're a long way from home to start having attitude with me Lightning cat, what I do on MY clan's territory is none of your business" She snapped back, she may be a passive cat overall but now she was offended and perhaps a little angry, If he was gonna play the blame game then she would shoe him how it was played. After all he had nearly collided with her "but he didn't" the soft voice of reason hissed in the back of her mind and immediately Maplebrook felt a little guilty for being so snappy so she did what any sane she cat would do when confronted, she changed the subject.
" Besides you seem in a hurry to get away from something, so do tell me Lightning tom , what exactly are you running from?"her words were softer, a little more gentle now that she had gotten over her brief outburst but she remained vigilant and continued to eye the male, suspicion dripping from her voice, the fact that this male was handsome was not a good enough excuse as to why he had invaded Treeclan's lands and near assaulted one of it's members. Wait handsome? where did that come from? She must have been spending to much time with Thornpaw and Fawnpaw and maybe was feeling a little lonely.
She was a princess, with the strength of a warrior
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 27, 2017 22:20:12 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR
Don't talk to her, nagged a voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like his mother. She's a TreeClan cat. Go back to your own territory. That was true. And that was what he should have done; however, Harestrike, itching for a fight, glanced around the forest as if he would spot the rest of her patrol.
So it's just her all by herself. He felt almost disappointed. How good it would feel, to finally sink his claws into something that could fight back? Harestrike put on a charming smile, his leaf-green eyes narrowing slightly at her gentled tone. Why is she being so nice all of a sudden?
The answer announced itself in the way she stared at him. Obviously she thought him handsome, his looks not just appealing to LightningClan she-cats. Harestrike, still catching his breath, felt pleased by the attention. "What makes you think I was running from something?" Retorted the tom, not about to imply he was a coward or anything even close to that. I run, I don't run AWAY. There's a difference.
"I like the wind in my fur and the ground flying beneath my paws. So what?" Harestrike raised his jaw boldly, as if daring her to say those were not things worth enjoying - but he didn't need anyone else's opinion. He knew how running made him feel. He was proud of how fast he could run, and no one could take that away from him.
Tongue and teeth still stinging from the landing, Harestrike gave his coat a leisurely shake, taking the time to gaze at his surroundings. The last time he'd been here was... Seasons ago, chasing a rabbit over the scentline with Robinflame. Ha, they'd climbed trees to get away from a TreeClan patrol. He'd nearly broken something when Meadowleaf, TreeClan's then-deputy had pushed him off a branch.
I wonder if that tree we marked is still here... Harestrike didn't move to go look for it, even if he wanted to. Not with the TreeClanner keeping her eyes on him. He didn't know her name, though he'd probably seen her at a gathering once or twice.
Maplebrook narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the strange tom, regardless of his appearance she kept her wits about her, she was not some lovely dovey eyed she cat from Treeclan but a fierce warrior and the way she gave him a short hiss when he moved, this at least allowed her to remind him that she was not just a pretty face, that she would fight him if necessary .
"What makes you think I was running from something"
" Everyone is running from something, whether it be another cat or even the past, we all have our secrets" Her response was quick, a hint of annoyance in her tone. The unknown male then continued speaking and Maplebrook allowed her expression to harden once more, clearly feeling uncomfortable in the current situation.
"I like the wind in my fur and the ground flying beneath my paws. So what?" His tone seemed to be challenging as if he was daring her to argue and matching his posture she took a few steps foward until the very tip of her whiskers brushed his own. " So what are you still doing here? Run along" she kept her words dripped in honey, as her emerald green orbs met his own unnerved, emotionless. If the she cat was really honest, she felt a little stupid and all this male seemed to be doing was annoy her so the faster he got off her clan's territory the sooner she could leave and forget all about this mousebrained male, even if he was decent looking.
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 29, 2017 18:00:33 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR
" So what are you still doing here? Run along."
Harestrike snorted, turning irritable. Who was she to dismiss him so easily? With a tone like honey but eyes like venom, the she-cat was staring at him as if she could will him over the border with a look alone. Harestrike wore a dangerous grin. Maybe this would lead to a fight after all? He matched emerald green eyes with his own (though a lighter shade of green, like new grass in greenleaf), the she-cat so close that he could feel their whiskers almost brushing together.
"Why don't you make me?" He taunted. She was pretty up close, and given his long legs, she really had to look up to make prominent eye contact with him. Maybe it was because nothing about her was familiar, but Harestrike actually liked the tabby pattern of her coat. She wasn't covered in pristine white fur, and her eyes weren't golden, and gazing at him with petulant expectancy.
But she's still TreeClan. Harestrike, in sudden fear that a patrol (from either side) would spot him on the TreeClan side of the border - and that word would get back to Morningfrost, put an end to his bravado. "Save your breath, mouse-muncher," he teased, making long strides for the scent boundary line, and crossing into LightningClan's moorlands once more. "Next time, try not to take a nap in the middle of the forest." Harestrike's eyes glinted, but not with cruelty.
" Why don't you make me" Were the next words to escape the tom's mouth and Maplebrook puffed up her fur expectantly, she was smaller than he was, with shorter legs and a longer tail but that did not mean much, after all she had tried to teach her apprentice about weaknesses and clearly his ego was something that she could use against him, however a sudden realisation seemed to hit both of them at the same time,
They were not of the same clan and if word ever got back to their clan's, they would be in massive trouble. Maplebrook opened her mouth to utter another honey coated incentive to leave but the male cut her off, calling her mouse muncher and then taking long strides back to the border with teasing but not overly cruel words about not napping in the middle of the forest.
Maplebrook rolled her eyes at that, it was not her fault he stepped over the border. He was the one breaking the rules, not her so really he had nothing to taunt her with , other than the fact that she had not tried to report him to Lionstar, like she was expected to. "Until next time, farewell Lightning cat" she retorted quickly, mildly annoyed but more at herself than anything else. She had allowed herself to interact with a cat that was not of her clan and while there was scattered insults and venomous words she secretly enjoyed their little confrontation, it added a little bit of action to her otherwise dull day.
" Don't hurry back" she added quickly, a little tease of her own coming into play as she turned on her heel and with a small glance back to give the tom a playful wink she started to walk away. Glad to see the tail end of that tom vanish into the thicket of his own territory.