Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 21:43:09 GMT -5
BELIEVE IN STRENGTH
Pumafang
TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 30 MOONS
The weather was mild enough to be immediately dismissed by Pumafang. It was getting warmer out day by day, but the tension in the camp all morning had been enough to keep him on his toes. He thought it best not to talk about such an occurrence and kept to himself most of the day, as his views didn't necessarily align with either parties involved in the abrasive engagement at StarClan's Claws the night before. Perhaps a few days would settle minds? Hopefully the clans would move on, though even by moonhigh there was still angry remarks from TreeClan elders, warriors, and even apprentices.
How annoying. He thought, mildly uncomfortable. The chocolate black warrior's amber eyes glowed in the darkness as he sat by the freshkill pile, his appetite ruined by his clanmates' chatter. Cliffchaser's presence seemed to push him over the edge.
"Darkstorm doesn't deserve that title! That maiming, dishonest, reckless mess of a kit!" The brown tom exclaimed.
Pumafang grew irritated, sighing and returning his untouched mouse to the pile of public rations: perhaps it would make a fine meal for the dawn patrol in the morning. The large tom padded away, leaving Cliffchaser despondently by his lonesome, staring after his past mentor with a confused gaze, eventually wandering off in search of his brother.
Pumafang shoved himself through the entrance, beginning to walk at a brisk pace. Moonlight showered the forest with a silver sheen. The forest was still. It felt almost like he was walking through a world of stone, only the noise of peepers, toads, and crickets adding depth and a sense of reality to the landscape.
He could do nothing to fix the relationship between TreeClan and NightClan as a deputy without treason. Lionstar's word was law, even if it meant deadly rivalry, and that was surely what it sounded like last night.
"You know, it's not the safest out here at nighttime, especially with NightClan on the loose."
Elmstrike bounced forward, his eyes bright and cheery. The small, brown tabby tom always found the worst times to approach his massive counterpart, though one look at the short warrior's kind gaze calmed Pumafang's mind.
"Well, I'm not scared anymore. I have you to protect me now." He grumbled, the black deputy's mood perhaps a bit more evident after a sleepless night followed by a long, hot day full of drama. Elmstrike paused, a more mature look washing over his face. Was it concern?
"Deputy's haven't been getting along well since Lionstar became leader, so it's worth a bit more caution my friend."
Pumafang didn't respond. His pace slowed though, an effort to compensate for Elmstrike's short stride.
Maybe a late night walk with an old friend wouldn't be so bad after all.
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