Post by xvinn on Jul 21, 2022 2:02:41 GMT -5
kestrelfoot (she/her) | galeclan
She wasn't sure why she was so nervous about it all - it wasn't even a difficult task, truth be told. But Kestrelfoot hadn't had much interaction with Rowanclaw, and there was something about the tabby that seemed to frighten her. She didn't seem to have many close bonds within the Clan, but then again, neither did Kestrelfoot. That being said, at least Kestrelfoot still had some kin, wherein she knew that Rowanclaw was alone. There was a part of her that wanted to reach out to the warrior, but she had often been afraid of saying the wrong thing, and perhaps getting her tail bitten off in the process.
But Nightrunner had asked Kestrelfoot to take Rowanclaw with her up towards the dried creek. A few cats had noticed as of late that the GorgeClan scents seemed to be growing stronger along the border, and made note that it probably wouldn't hurt to send a couple extra border patrols up along that way to just freshen the scent markers. There probably wasn't anything to be too worried about - it didn't seem as though cats were crossing the border or chasing prey on GaleClan's territory, but it would be best to make sure that it was clear that GaleClan was still frequently checking their borders and not letting their guard down if GorgeClan happened to be testing the waters.
After pacing some of the camp like an anxious kit for a bit, Kestrelfoot finally got to her paws and headed over to the warrior's den, poking her head in and looking about. "Rowanclaw?" she called out, "Nightrunner's asked us to head up along the dried river - I'll just, um, be waiting by the entrance whenever you're ready to go."
Without waiting too long for a response, Kestrelfoot took her leave from the den and padded towards the camp entrance. She sat in waiting, taking a paw and cleaning behind her ear somewhat anxiously for a moment. Once again, she knew there was no reason to actually be nervous, but the fluffy tortishell was simply a more anxious cat than others. She didn't want to rub any cat the wrong way, just happy to try her best to keep the peace - especially among her fellow Clanmates. Amber eyes gazed back, starting to wonder if she had even spotted Rowanclaw in the warrior's den or if she had just been talking into nothingness.
But Nightrunner had asked Kestrelfoot to take Rowanclaw with her up towards the dried creek. A few cats had noticed as of late that the GorgeClan scents seemed to be growing stronger along the border, and made note that it probably wouldn't hurt to send a couple extra border patrols up along that way to just freshen the scent markers. There probably wasn't anything to be too worried about - it didn't seem as though cats were crossing the border or chasing prey on GaleClan's territory, but it would be best to make sure that it was clear that GaleClan was still frequently checking their borders and not letting their guard down if GorgeClan happened to be testing the waters.
After pacing some of the camp like an anxious kit for a bit, Kestrelfoot finally got to her paws and headed over to the warrior's den, poking her head in and looking about. "Rowanclaw?" she called out, "Nightrunner's asked us to head up along the dried river - I'll just, um, be waiting by the entrance whenever you're ready to go."
Without waiting too long for a response, Kestrelfoot took her leave from the den and padded towards the camp entrance. She sat in waiting, taking a paw and cleaning behind her ear somewhat anxiously for a moment. Once again, she knew there was no reason to actually be nervous, but the fluffy tortishell was simply a more anxious cat than others. She didn't want to rub any cat the wrong way, just happy to try her best to keep the peace - especially among her fellow Clanmates. Amber eyes gazed back, starting to wonder if she had even spotted Rowanclaw in the warrior's den or if she had just been talking into nothingness.
Rowan / rowanclaw ● is this awkward enough? ● 404 words