The Water's Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker [Dark/Hollow] Jun 25, 2019 13:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Jun 25, 2019 13:47:50 GMT -5
The pervading heat and lack of rain that had thus far defined greenleaf was taking its toll on NightClan’s territory. The marshes were uncharacteristically dry, while the needles strewn about the pine forests of the higher elevations in their territory were brittle and occasionally sharp and unpleasant to step on. Plants, which included useful herbs, were withering and brown. Prey was fleeing elsewhere in search of more plentiful water and hunting was becoming more difficult. Greenleaf was meant to be a time of plenty, and yet that was not currently the case. The valley needed rain.
Sitting at the mouth of her den, Darkstar heard cats speak of the need for rain, wondering when StarClan would see fit to send them some. Multiple different conversations, but there was always some mention of rain, it seemed. Would that rain clouds could be hunted, wrestled into surrendering their contents, and she would hunt them down herself to see her Clan’s needs met. Her tail flicked in irritation over the impossibility of that thought. There was nothing to do but wait for the rains to return, and Darkstar had never been good at waiting.
She stood as she spotted Rainfur returning from patrol. The deputy had been left solely in charge of seeing to their border with TreeClan and she was eager to hear any news, heading toward the patrol even as Rainfur dismissed them, “Anything?”
Rainfur flicked an ear dismissively, “Nothing out of the ordinary. I believe TreeClan had similar ideas about just which cats to send to our border on patrol.” Darkstar snorted at that, disliking the comparison. Rainfur cast a quick look around and lowered her voice, “If we don’t get rain soon, I fear the rest of our water may dry up…. We may need to ask RainClan for permission to use the river.”
Darkstar’s lip curled, “If we need to use the river, we will, whether RainClan grants us permission or not.”
Rainfur sighed lightly at Darkstar’s combative nature, “Of course, but it would be wise to at least attempt a peaceful agreement before we resort to outright trespassing. We already have to keep an eye on TreeClan, we do not need hostilities with RainClan as well.”
Darkstar made a low, displeased noise of agreement. StoneClan had already proven just how well two Clans united against one worked out. Darkstar had not been alive yet, but it was a popular story for the elders to tell. Having to ask another Clan for help rankled, but if it kept them from fighting a war on both borders at once, she supposed she could stomach it, “We’ll give the rain a few more nights. We still have water.”
Rainfur nodded in agreement, “Hopefully we get rain and will not have to resort to such lengths.”
Darkstar let her go then, to find herself a meal from the freshkill pile, and stood looking around the camp for a moment. Restlessness prickled at her like ants crawling through her fur, a nearly unbearable itch to do something. Her claws flexed, scraping the stone under paw, and her gaze shifted up the tunnel leading out of camp, considering her options, tail flicking back and forth in a slow rhythm.
Taxx olook a moving target x’D
Greenleaf 7 - A light midday mist is welcomed as it provides a short relief from the sweltering heat of the day.