Amongst Friends [Hailstrike, Open] Nov 2, 2012 0:05:26 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Nov 2, 2012 0:05:26 GMT -5
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Out of breath, the sandy hued tom slid to a halt directly in front of his unnaturally thin sister, his amber eyes burning with all the emotion he was trapping beneath the surface. It was clear the tom had reached boiling point, and the only thing holding back a tidal wave of news and worry and frustration and passion was the fact that his lungs badly needed air. "RainClan," he panted, tongue hanging down for a few seconds as he gulped in more air, "territory flooded - staying with LightningClan - in their debt!" Though his statements were choppy, they were no less important, and the irate warrior took a few brooding moments to catch his breath further, allowing Hailstrike to do most of the elaborating.
He was too frustrated and feeling useless to want to explain it all.
Foxdung! STARCLAN, now's a good time to start giving us your divine guidance! Those words came out sarcastic inside the sanctuary of his mind, his belief in his warrior ancestors temporarily fleeing, chased away by all of that gnawing worry that flooded his brain like lemmings over a cliff. Suddenly, it felt as if they had a million things to do in such a short amount of time; Falconleap and Fallingstar would no doubt want the training regiments for the apprentices toughened and their training as a whole accelerated. If there was one thing StoneClan needed, it was warriors. Able-bodied warriors.
They also needed to worry about the approaching Leafbare, the snow having not yet fallen, but the air was already cool enough that it wouldn't be long before they woke up to frost. If Fallingstar was as worried about the RainClan/LightningClan situation, as well as Shadeclaw's particular brand of annoying problems his betrayal had caused, she'd have all the warriors brushing up on their battle techniques.
It didn't occur to him that she might not appoint him as overseer of such things, that was more of a job for a deputy, but whether he was given the job officially or unofficially, Eagletalon intended to run himself ragged until he was 100% certain they were prepared to face anything.
Forever dangerous of overworking himself, he shared a glance at Hailstrike. They'd both be very busy from now on.
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tags: whoever // whoever
notes: Time is of the essence.
credit: PANDIE of BTN