Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 2, 2019 1:57:54 GMT -5
LightningClan || 66 Moons || Deputy
It was dark outside, the moon still the only light within the inky black sky though it was starting to begin it's slow descent. Dawn was approaching but it had yet to streak any light to brighten up the misty, foggy valley below. Dew twinkling upon every blade of grass.
Giving a quick stretch, the gray deputy pushed away the night's sleep as a job lingered upon her mind. Giving a quick sniff over the three colorful kits at her flank, the senior warrioress quietly slipped from her nest within the Nursery and out into the waiting darkness of Lightningclan's open camp. The moon overhead cast a ethereal light down, giving her gray coat a silver shimmer and a pale glow to her wide, amber eyes.
She wasn't the only one out and about, without much time difference between her departure from the nursery, four of her clanmates met her at the center of camp. Sleep was still present within their features but their eyes were shimmering and patient, waiting for the next step of their early morning excursion.
Owlmind had already informed the others of their plan. It was to be quick, quiet and most importantly, non-confrontational. The gray strategist and her battle brilliant brother were now leading Lightningclan, and their vision for the future was starting today by reclaiming the land they currently 'shared' with Treeclan.
For now, the plan was to remain non-violent.
Flickering her tail, the lanky feline gave each cat a nod before turning and making her way towards the entrance. "Stay close and quiet. I want this border re-scented before Treeclan's dawn patrol comes around." Of course, the clan of the moors would have a dawn patrol arrive at a later time, to both check on the status of the new border and double scent it with a stronger layer.
Giving one last look to those around her, Owlmind turned and darted quickly from camp, through the dew spotted moors on her way towards the Open Woods. The silver moonlight flickered in and out of the drifting clouds ahead, dimming and brightening their way depending on the status. The gray warrioress swift and soundless as she raced ahead of her patrol, Batear the closest to her position as the two orientals led the way past the current border and towards the invisible line they would soon remark.
Slowing, the aging feline felt the slightest strain within her shoulder, an old wound acting up for the moment. Flickering her ears and motioning with her long tail, Owlmind parted her maw once more to speak, "Split up, make sure the whole border is marked." Her gaze met Mudpelt's briefly before the code abiding tom nodded and headed towards where Batear was padding, leaving the other two warriors with their deputy as she headed in the opposite direction.
Post by ▲ Fabrication on Jul 5, 2019 18:13:23 GMT -5
His golden eyes opened to darkness. Blinking away his own drowsiness, he felt a paw prod him again in the shoulder. Raising his gaze to the face of his waker, he recognised Mudpelt in the gloom. The two other cats slid out of the den and into the darkness beyond. Birchspots eased himself to his paws quietly, a worm of nervousness creeping into his heart. This was not to be a battle patrol, but that didn't do much to quell his looming apprehension. Cloverstreak's tail had flicked into his nest, and Birchspots had to nose it aside before carefully stepping over the sleeping ginger and white tom.
It took several moments for his wide amber eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. Though his eyes were keen, they were accustomed to bright daylight, not the dim and sickly light of the moon. He quietly padded over to the other two cats, noticing that Owlmind hadn't yet joined them. "Is-" He began at a hushed whisper, but there was no need, for at that very same moment the lanky grey deputy emerged from the nursery. The spotted tabby felt his misgivings swell, hoping that if a TreeClan patrol interrupted their little venture they'd want to avoid confrontation as much as the LightningClan warriors did. He waited with the rest of the patrol as Owlmind strode across the wide expanse of the camp to meet them. His pale whiskers shook in anticipation. Tonight would be a quick, simple mission, he reminded himself. No-one would be hurt. "Stay close and quiet. I want this border re-scented before Treeclan's dawn patrol comes around." Owlmind ordered once she had given them all a nod and steered herself towards the entrance. Birchspots followed not far behind, trotting nearly step by step next to Mudpelt. Birchspots responded with a silent nod and an affirming wave of his tail, her order to keep quiet stark and fresh in his mind.
The warriors streaked out of camp and wove through the hillside like a stream. Birchspots relished the rush of cool wind against his pelt, letting the frigid wind shock him from his drowsiness. The stretch of land in question loomed into view, and his doubts resurfaced. This could go perfectly. But that little voice in the back of his mind still hissed about all the things that could go wrong. "Split up, make sure the whole border is marked." Owlmind meowed, and Birchspots jumped at the sudden and unexpected sound in the silent night. Embarrassed at his jumpiness, he flushed a deep red beneath his pelt. Deciding to shake it off and ignore it, he parted his maw to taste the air, the stink of TreeClan coating every tuft of grass. When Owlmind peeled away from the other warriors, Birchspots followed her with the second warrior, his silver paws barely making a sound on the hard-packed earth beneath him. Along the way, he paused to mark his scent at the base of thick tree trunks and on the largest clumps of grass.
The rustling of grass had roused Shadeheart, who lifted her head and blinked sleepily. Fur brushed past her nest and she breathed in their scent- Mudpelt. It reminded the young she-cat of the patrol, and the other two sets of pawsteps heading from the den made her realize it must be time. She rose, quickly following her former mentor from the warriors' den and joining Batear and Birchspots, ears angled toward them as she gave herself a quick wash.
She paused at the arrival of their new deputy, setting her paw down and listening closely to the instructions, nodding at the end to show she'd heard- and then they were off. Even without her sight, Shadeheart had a LightningClan cat's build, and she raced after the rest, putting herself at Batear's flank and taking her cues from the drum of paws and the puff of breath from the lean she-cat as she ran. When those slowed, she did the same- the strong scent of trees nearly overpowering the softer, more familiar scent of grass. Flicking her ears back, Shadeheart turned toward Owlmind again, tail waving at the order.
One ear rotated at the rustle of pawsteps, two sets, heading away; Owlmind spoke again, calling her to join she and Birchspots. Agreeably, the young warrior headed after her deputy and her Clanmate, carefully tracking to a TreeClan border marker and setting a fresh one for LightningClan. She stumbled at the next pawstep, one paw landing on a branch that turned under her pad, and she spat a quiet curse as she batted it away. She'd have to be more careful- she wasn't used to things littering the ground. Holes were the biggest obstacle in LightningClan, not bits of trees that tripped up a cat.