Quiet paws moved quickly along the border she knew belonged to one of the clans. She wasn't sure which and honestly didn't care, but still her ears flicked for any noise that might signal one on border patrol nearby. She wasn't here to cause trouble though, she was here to hunt.
Finding an idiot to do it for her hadn't gone well lately so she had to do it herself. She wasn't against such a thing, but she didn't prefer to do things unnecessarily. She supposed it didn't matter anymore as she was already here, so put the thoughts behind her and kept moving.
She hated water with a burning passion, and yet she was relatively good at fishing. It was daring to go so far into what was possibly clan territory, but really she didn't care for their rules. She'd fight if she thought they'd spook off and run if she thought they'd attack her, it wasn't a big deal to her.
Moving towards a small stream, Whiskey took her time watching the fish swimming about and after a while poked her paws delicately in the water, wincing at the cold. She really hated water. Looking up she tilted her ears around for any noise again, hoping maybe she could talk some idiot tom into coming to help her. It would definitely make her day so much easier and she had much to do.
All you see is a pretty face, but this rose has thorns.
"I'll be back later," Valiantstride whispered against the shell of his mate's ear. Cooing gentley against the she-cat he loved with all his heart. He longed to stay at her side during the brisk leafbare morning, but alas duty called. A farewell lick to her cheek, Valiantstride departed from the warrior's den.
The light dawn had him squinting against the glare. Turning away from the brightness of it, his golden tabby coat reflected the sun's rays. Nearby with his own apprentice stood Hawkfall. Sunpaw, an eager calico she-cat bounced near Hawkfall. Chatting away at the prospect of attending a dawn patrol.
Valianstride smiled upon arrival, Hawkfall looked exhausted even before their task started. Holding back the urge to chuckle, he flicked his tail to gather everyone's attention. Sunpaw's den-mate Flintpaw also in attendance.
"We will be going to RainClan border, it's a simple task and a safer place to travel. Due to bad blood we can't risk young apprentices going to LightingClan border," He told them, Hawkfall nodded alone. Leaning over slightly to mutter something into Sunpaw's ear. The she-cat settled upon her mentor's apparent instruction.
"When we mark the border refrain from playing in the water. Wet paws will only get you sick," Valiantstride gave another signal and the troop headed out. Hawkfall bringing up the rear, always hesitant to venture to the RainClan border. His half-clan status making it an often calculated risk if he'd see his kin. Something he had long sense dreaded since his littermate's death.
Considering they were not on a hunting party, Valiantstride offered no limits or rules to chatter. Sunpaw taking freely to the permission. Her questions coming all too quickly, neither warrior able to answer fast enough. Not that she seemed to mind.
The slight change in temperature marked the nearing to the border. Valiantstride tail rose as a signal for them to stop. Hawkfall coming to stand at his side.
"I scent something else that isn't RainClan," Hackles rose across the golden tabby's back, his ears flicked to catch any sound. "Be ready to escort them back, if they are violent I will not risk the apprentices." His hushed tone allowed for just the two warriors to known in the plan.
"Wait here," Valiantstride told the apprentices, taking a few steps forward nearer to the edge of the water and the coming source of the scent.
"Hello! Are you lost?" His question carried well, body ready for a fight if the strange cat turned violent.
Post by butterscottie on Jan 1, 2020 12:04:53 GMT -5
Flintpaw laid at the edge of the camp clearing, his head resting upon his paws and his eyes half-closed. He was not sleeping, though. No, no, such things would only show weakness. For all he knows, the enemy could be lurking right behind him, waiting to pounce on any of the imbecilic cats who let their guard down. For Flintpaw, the brilliant and talented warrior... uh, apprentice, could not be fooled by something as simple as sleep. No, he was smart!
... and very, very tired.
Being awake at the brink of dawn wasn't his favourite activity. Of course, it was his choice to do so. No cat, no matter what duty, would drag him from his nest at such an insolent time. It just happened to be that he had something to do this morning, and no one could tell him otherwise. His vision was blurry, and he could barely make out the deputy emerging. With an annoyed snort, he got to his paws, gave a solid crack of his back, and approached the patrol with a disinterested gaze. Some would say that it's strange the young tom, barely beyond a -kit, would already be so disinterested. Flintpaw disagrees though. He just doesn't want to waste his time.
The young tom listened to the instructions carefully, though really not trying to seem to. LightningClan, huh? Flintpaw did not know much of the relationships with the other clans, but maybe he should spare their neighbor a hiss or two if he ever saw them. To establish dominance, of course. Not to seem cool or anything, totally not.
With the signal to leave, the troop went off. Flintpaw got his mind into a sleepy, yet well-set game-mode as he attentively glanced around, making sure no one would launch a surprise attack, or that no spy was hiding in the bushes. Not that there would be, but he's heard enough stories to know for sure there could be. Aside from the fact that a well-trained warrior would be way more likely to spot an intruder like that, but I digress. Flintpaw considered snarling at Sunpaw to get her to shut up. Clearly, she was setting off his mojo. But clearly, it wasn't worth his time. After all, he should be able to be on guard even with a loud and obnoxious chatterbox yapping during a patrol.
Flintpaw froze at Valiantstride's words, his paw still in the middle of movement as his nostrils flared. Okay, okay, not RainClan. What scent? Do they smell bad? What was he supposed to notice? Subconsciously, the tom backed away a little, his still dull claws digging into the ground as the fur on his spine bristled defensively. Was he trying to be threatening? Maybe. Was he? No. He just stayed still, looking like an angry ball of fluff as he tried to gather everything that was happening as much as he could.
White tipped ears flickered at the sound and scent of other cats arriving. Sudden interested, Whiskey lifted her head up, turquoise eyes focusing across the water at the clan cats approaching. When one called out to her, asking if she was lost, she snorted to herself and flicked her tail in amusement. This one had a female's scent of him, thus he wasn't too terribly interesting to her, but the others...well that remained to be seen. Settling her fur so she looked her best, she stepped forward into clear sight; knowing her fur shimmered in the light and her eyes were quite attention catching.
She kept her tones light and friendly, but her gaze was moving around constantly for any threats and her body was tensed in case she had to run. She knew she looked very well kept to be a loner, but it was better. She'd gotten a bit far near the borders, but not directly into the territory so this shouldn't lead to a fight. If it did, she'd run and defend herself if she had to. Holding herself up with a calm confidence a grace, she finally addressed the clan cats. "My greetings to you Warrior. I'm not lost, I was fishing here at the borders. Have I, perhaps, overstepped? I mean no harm, I was only hungry."
This was a good way to judge the mood of the cats before her. Maybe she could trick the little one into fishing for her, maybe not. So long as she got away without them getting violent, she wasn't going to be too worried about it.
Amber eyes trained themselves on the she-cat before him. Valianstride remained weary. It only took a lapse in judgment, a misunderstanding to start a fight. Setting an example for the cat around him. He stayed where he was. A barrier between unknown feline and those in his charge.
Admittedly she was quite eye-catching, pretty in some light but Valianstride had little interest in that. His mate of near countless moons continued to be the only she-cat he had an interest in. All other dazzling beauties but a flicker of fading starlight compared to his Skunkspots.
His ears tilted forward, catching her words plainly and clearly. She words simple enough, while he wouldn't put much faith in her words. He had no cause to attack or drive her away. Deciding at that moment to elect a diplomatic approach, Valiantstride signaled Hawkfall to relax. For now, no one was in danger.
"I am Valiantstride, deputy of StoneClan. Hawkfall, Sunpaw and Flintpaw," Introductions made, tail pointing to each mentioned cat.
"You are on the border between RainClan and StoneClan. You will have to do your hunting elsewhere or we will chase you off. Consider this your first and only warning," Valiantstride, attempted to be polite. He had no room to be overly polite or helpful to a rival hunter. Tending to their clan meant they needed every bit of prey. A loner taking what they pleased because they were alone had to be dealt with. What prey she took could mean life or death for a clanmate.
Post by butterscottie on Jan 29, 2020 9:14:06 GMT -5
Flintpaw wasn't sure why Valiantstride chose to talk instead of chase the intruder off, but reluctantly decided to say nothing of it. After all, the deputy should know what's best, right? The bushy-tailed tom flattened his ears against his skull, glaring at Whiskey with glimmering eyes. He'd never seen a loner before, much less one that stood their ground. She wasn't exactly like he'd imagined one to be. He thought more of a.. dusty pelted, ruffled, scaredy-cat that would barely make a snack for a dog. To see one that looked like a normal feline was to him.. a little frightening, even if he'd never admit it. He'd only ever heard tales of the frightened kittypets or the cowardly loners strolling along the edge of the territories, though how much of the stories were true, that wasn't any of his interest. They were always described as bone-thin, wide-eyed and much more of the condemning. But now that one wasn't, he had to wonder, did this mean she was not just a loner, but maybe a rogue, or worse?
He raised his chin and perked his ears as Valiantstride called his name, his pelt ruffling with his uncanny sense of pride. 'Yeah, that's right, loner. I have a better name than you could ever have. I don't even care what your name is, mine's better.' His thoughts sounded. He'd heard of the oddities of a loner name before. For one, they don't get a name change as a reward for their achievements, they only kept one name. Flintpaw could barely imagine what it would be like to be called 'Flintpaw' for the rest of his life, but maybe that was because of the weight being a -paw held. If he had to keep it for the rest of his life, what would apprenticeship even be for?
He lowered his chin to a normal height, pulling his lips back into a snarl to emphasize Valiantstride's warning. It was not much of a threat, of course, but he did what he could to be of some help. And to him, this help was more than enough.