Dammed Beavers [Beaver Patrol] Jun 12, 2013 22:36:06 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Jun 12, 2013 22:36:06 GMT -5
Sandstar & Bravebird
Even though it indicated the start of colder weather and meant that Leaf-Bare waited just around the corner, Sandstar could not help but be relieved at the arrival of Leaf-Fall. Unlike their three neighbors, RainClan had hardly suffered from the drought that had come with Greenleaf, for the rivers and streams had held enough water from the New-Leaf floods that the amount that did dry up had little effect. However, the cool breeze and crispness in the air served as a pleasant respite from the stifling heat that had overwhelmed him.
Muscles rippled beneath golden fur as the tom headed the patrol with long, purposeful strides, not in any particular rush but also refraining from lingering any longer than need be. It would do more harm than good if the patrol knew that all he really wanted to do was avoid the situation completely, and he hid his reluctance to investigate this dam as much as possible. Bravebird had reported back to him about a beaver dam blocking one of the offshoots of the river, and even as he felt an apprehension churning in his gut, he had agreed to fix the problem. Not only was it expected, but he was the single cat here with nine lives – eight, now, he corrected with a shiver. Beavers were far from gentle creatures, and the species as a whole seemed to have agreed that torturing him was fun. He had a long history with the brown creatures, and though he would only admit it under threat of death, the experiences, which had started when he was a kit and resulted in the deaths of his siblings, had left scars on his psyche. Sandstar had enjoyed his beaver-free moons, and he was reluctant to have to break the streak.
As he paced along beside his deputy, he silently steeled himself for the upcoming encounter. Razorfang, Vultureback, and Timberwing were notable for their fighting prowess; he simultaneously reassured and reminded himself. It was not as though he had picked a group of inexperienced cats to tackle the beavers. The chances of him dying were greatly reduced, for even if he thought the experience would do her well, Speckledleaf was far from the worst warrior he had seen.
Bravebird’s voice interrupted his thoughts as the younger tom caught their attention, gesturing with a flick of his tail at the stream branching off from the main river. Heart thudding, the leader paused slightly, halting the patrol’s progress while he gave some last minute advice. He did not know how far upstream the dam was, and was reluctant to risk being overheard before it was necessary. ”You all know why you’re here,” He began, turning to face the group of cats. ”Because it is still light out, chances are that the beavers will be in their dam; they tend to be most active during the night. If this is the case, we may be able to startle them into fleeing—“ Unlikely. ”—which will buy us some time to begin destroying the dam. However, once they realize that their home is in danger, expect them to return.” Letting out a breath he had been unaware that he was holding, he paused for a moment before adding, ”They have sharp teeth, of course, and are very good swimmers. Without further ado,” He gestured toward Bravebird, ”Lead the way.”
As expected, it did not take the golden tom long to pick out the wall of logs that were the tell-tale sign of a dam. Unaware of the leader’s heart pounding beside him, Bravebird’s blue eyes remained locked on the dam, searching for any sign of life. Down by his paws, the tip of his tail twitched anxiously. Claws, which were unsheathed then sheathed once more, marked the damp soil, though their owner barely noticed as his heart raced in anticipation. Destroying the dam would be the first real accomplishment he would ever do, and once it was all over, he could not wait for the opportunity to tell Russethawk. A grin crept over his lips at the thought. He’ll be so jealous!