Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 14:04:31 GMT -5
Smokefur had done everything she could to ensure she could meet her fellow medicine cats, the weather had been nothing less than devastating and she needed support from her peers. She had an escort of only one warrior as she didn't expect to be in any danger barring the weather, in the medicine cats mind it seemed foolish to put more than one warrior in danger as additional numbers wouldn't guarantee any more safety. She had given additional instructions to the cat guarding the entrance of Nightclans' camp, if they hadn't returned in a reasonable amount of time a small rescue patrol was to be sent to retrieve them. Her escort had also been instructed to leave scent markings along their path so the patrol would have an easier time tracking them if something went wrong. After Smokefur and Cinderstep had eaten as much as they dared with the prey shortage they exited camp and began to cut their way through the snow.
Smokefur was thankful she had made the journey many times prior to this night, it made navigation easier when the snow that covered the forest made everything look the same. The medicine cat began to suspect their efforts would be in vain, they had only made it partially through their own territory and Smokefur could feel the cold deep in her core. She made the executive decision only a few moments after this realization, turning to Cinderstep she uttered through chattering teeth "Let's go back, we won't make it to the moon tree alive..." The small patrol followed the path they had cut previously making their return slightly easier, and when they returned to camp the guard seemed not at all surprised they hadn't made it to the meeting. Usually Smokefur would have conversed with her curious and eager clanmates about her meeting before returning to her secluded den, however tonight none seemed interested. This suited the medicine cat just fine as she silently entered the warriors den and curled up with the first warrior she saw.
Smokefur was thankful she had made the journey many times prior to this night, it made navigation easier when the snow that covered the forest made everything look the same. The medicine cat began to suspect their efforts would be in vain, they had only made it partially through their own territory and Smokefur could feel the cold deep in her core. She made the executive decision only a few moments after this realization, turning to Cinderstep she uttered through chattering teeth "Let's go back, we won't make it to the moon tree alive..." The small patrol followed the path they had cut previously making their return slightly easier, and when they returned to camp the guard seemed not at all surprised they hadn't made it to the meeting. Usually Smokefur would have conversed with her curious and eager clanmates about her meeting before returning to her secluded den, however tonight none seemed interested. This suited the medicine cat just fine as she silently entered the warriors den and curled up with the first warrior she saw.