"Let's head out while it's still a little warm. Might be able to sit on the stone while we are out," Valiantstride spoke to the gathered cats, flicking his tail as signal to head out. While not the biggest fan of patrolling the border with LightingClan, it was it dear friends Hawkfall's insistence. The large brown tabby preferred to stay as far from the RainClan border as he could be. There was no place further then the LightingClan border.
Valiantstride knew the reason Hawkfall dreaded venturing too close to the river. It still puzzled him. The golden tabby never quite understood how a cat could have so much disdain for their birth clan. Despite his curiosity, Valianstride never approached the topic. Deciding his relationship with Hawkfall mattered more.
"Are we going to hunt near the stones?" It was Waspwing that broke the silence that had been comfortably kept by the traveling patrol. "No, I think it's best we avoid hunting during a patrol. We might over lap and I don't want to explain to Smokestar why you are missing an ear." Valianstride's tone while teasing had an air of seriousness. Not one to jump head first into a battle, he had stayed back to guard the camp several times. The almost countless battles had between StoneClan and LightingClan was enough to age him. Turn his black tabby markings grey with worry of another coming attack. He trusted that Smokestar would keep them safe and lead them in a peaceful direction. Valiantstride had no intention of joining StarClan early. He had a role to play, a service to provide to his clan.
As the troop neared the border, Valianstride flicked his tail for the warriors to head off to scent markers. Sunpaw tasked with following her mentor. Early on it was decided that the golden tabby would take the more riskier scent markers. Those placed nearer to LightingClan markers. If there was any cross-words or threats to be had, Valianstride preferred they happened to him.
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 9, 2020 3:12:23 GMT -5
LightningClan || 69 Moons || Deputy
The gray she-cat was not enjoying the chill from the weather, the cold had never sat well with her and her fairly short fur. Not to mention she was a lanky feline in general, always somewhat envious of her brother's lengthy coat that kept him warm during the harshest colds of Leafbare.
With hunting parties already chosen for the day, the senior warrioress decided to add herself to a patrol that was heading out towards Stoneclan. She tried to make sure she checked both neighboring territories to keep tabs on what was happening with her own wide, amber gaze. She was constantly running strategies and problems within her head, figuring out the best group for patrols depending on tensions and issues happening around them as clanmates within Lightningclan but also as a clan among others in the valley.
Flickering her tail as the group thin cats made their way towards the border, Owlmind sent Mudpelt and Lakefur off in a direction while she trailed after Icefeather once she sent her off ahead. The deputy slowly made her way down the line, shoulder aching from the weather and recent injury to the already formerly damaged limb. Though, the gray feline ignored it as she did every other time it started to bother her.
Cresting a small hill within the land, wide pools landed on the familiar shape of a cat, though the wind's movement informed her that it belonged to Stoneclan rather than those of the moorlands. Padding closer Owlmind recognized the tabby form as Valliantstride, the new deputy of Stoneclan with Smokestar's succession. She didn't know much about the tom, and she couldn't recall if she'd ever seen him partake in battles she had been involved with.
"Valliantstride." Owlmind called out in that sharp rasp of hers, dipping her head politely towards the tom. There was no point in mindless aggression or rustling fur, they were both mature enough to enjoy the simple peace for the time being. Perhaps in the future things might be different, especially with the future the gray Oriental saw for Lightningclan, but for now there was no need for strife. "You look like Leafbare is treating you well." She said in a prompt tone, finishing the few tail-lengths between the two of them as she flicked an ear slightly. Her intense, unreadable gaze watched him like that of an owl watching it's prey as she spoke to the tabby warrior. "How fairs Stoneclan with the recent changes?"
He saw her only moments before she spoke. Owlmind, if his memory served him she was sibling to Redstar. He often pondered how it worked for the pair of them to lead a Clan together. His own siblings long perished in the nursery. He still often wondered what they would have been like. If they would have remained friends into their warriorhood.
Returning her polite gesture, Valiantstride replied with his own greeting. Speaking the fellow deputy's name with earned respect. The she-cat before him had walked the path of deputyship for several more moons, weathered longer storms alongside her leader. Likely even more loyal due to their kinship.
As she mentioned leafbare, Valiantstride nodded along. Agreeing with her statement. While he had some faith she wasn't ruthless as many in NightClan seemed to be, he didn't trust her not to use his words against him. No matter the truth he'd boldly state his Clan was doing well.
Taking her second question in stride, Valianstride picked his words carefully. "We are well. The loss of any leader is hard on any Clan, especially one that kept us going despite all that has happened," While not a direct comment on their clans' shared bloody history, he kept his words.
"I heard of Firesky, may she rest in StarClan now," He had to admit when saw Redstar ontop StarClan's claws he expected to hear of Firesky's death then, not from a border patrol several moons later. Nevertheless, he wanted Owlmind to hear his condolence.
"Any news about TreeClan and NightClan?" While not the usual type to gossip, he knew LightingClan shared a border with TreeClan and in the moons after the fire they worked together. Perhaps Owlmind could offer some insight. Something to tell his Clan and help prepare them for what's to come.
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 30, 2020 3:39:03 GMT -5
LightningClan || 69 Moons || Deputy
The lanky feline didn't expect anything less than a guarded answer from her fellow deputy. No cat every truly told the truth about such matters, not at the borders nor during the Gatherings. It was merely short conversation to keep things civil and peaceful.
However, the still sharp sting of loss managed to worm it's way into her chest as he inquired about Lightningclan's recent loss of Firesky. Though she knew that while the living mourned the loss of a timeless leader, the small calico was happily chasing rabbits with her mate through the sparkling moors of Starclan/
If anything, Owlmind was pleased that she had eased the last of her elder leader's life by giving her loving grandkits to adore. Though they weren't related by any means, the gray Oriental couldn't have asked a better she-cat to hold the title. Firesky had been the mother Owlmind never had.
She had been a prominate leader of Lightningclan, one to remember for times to come just has Hawkstar had been. A small hum rose from her throat as a faint gust of wind brushed past, causing her wide, amber pools turned to glance in the direction it came. "It seems the winds bring change." Her sharp rasp rumbled within her chest before she returned her gaze to Valliantstride.
"Lightningclan is strong, but just as you we hurt with the loss of such a loved clanmate." Owlmind continued as she flickered her long, thin tail behind her. Her gaze was unreadable as the liquid amber subtly analyzed the tabby across from her, curious about his question pertaining to Treeclan and Nightclan.
Neither one of them shared a border with the nocturnal clan of the valley, though Lightningclan did share one with Treeclan. Was he asking simply because he was stay in the loop to attempt peace for his clan, or simply out of curiosity. Or, was it because Treeclan and Stoneclan had been allies in the past, and it was well known that Hawkstar and Lionstar had somewhat of a respectable friendship.
Would they rekindle that alliance if Treeclan was in need?
That would put her clan in the middle of a dangerous situation, especially knowing that Silverstar and Rainclan would remain peaceful, passive and refuse any involvement. Her mind continued to quickly flicker through different reasons and strategies to counter those if they were possible. She was a general, her mind constantly working for the betterment of Lightningclan.
"Treeclan seems to be keeping to themselves at the moment. We hardly see their patrols but they manage to keep their border scents fresh." The deputy didn't take too much time in responding, no need to make her seem suspicious about his question. "I do not wish for their quarrel to spill onto my clan's moors."
While she meant what she said, it had not stopped the deputy and her battle worn brother, Redstar, to drive their clan harder in preperation for war should it happen. Battle training consisted of warriors and apprentices, hunting partings worked to store as much food as they could with colder weather coming up. Owlmind had even used scouts aside from border patrols to keep ears out for any need information.
He scented the air as it changed, it reminded him of newleaf. Of green grass and sprouting flowers. He thought of hope and fresh starts. The idea that his clan wasn't caught in the mess of wars that didn't belong to them. They had enough of pointless fighting. As leafbare ended the Clan's need for more prey would lessen. When the mice and the birds lived plentifully in their slice of territory, the strain would be lifted.
They could stay content. Their strength as a clan showed in their numbers and full bellies. Not in bloodshed and aggression.
Was that too much to hope for?
Affixing Owlmind with his golden gaze, he wanted to find an ally in the she-cat. Not one that would jeopardize his loyalty. Instead, he wanted to trust they were on the same page. Keep the peace until the pains of leafbare could be ignored. Let newleaf be for healing.
The information provided about TreeClan didn't soothe any concern. To some StoneClan owed a lot to TreeClan. Hawkstar's friendship with Lionstar did not go unnoticed. However, Smokestar stood where their great leader once did. Would she try to make a name for herself by prolonging the relationship with TreeClan? Valiantstride often wondered in the quiet of the warrior's den if she would ask him to lead a party of allies to TreeClan. Would she ask him to fight on behalf of NightClan if TreeClan begged for help?
He hoped no such order would come for him.
"I hope their fighting does not spill over to our lives. This fighting will only bring more acts of revenge and anger. Perhaps an act of StarClan will be what puts an end to it," He spoke his feelings aloud, thinking back to the fire that killed so many. How heavy and far the smoke traveled. The smell of burnt fur enough to make his stomach twist at the thought of it.
"I hope it doesn't come to that for the sake of the young in both Clans," In an almost poetic moment, the young Sunpaw rounded the hill with her mentor at her side.
"My patrol is coming, it was nice to speak with you Owlmind, I hope we can remain on good terms. For the future of our clans," He parted from the she-cat with a polite nod of his head and flick of his tail. Joining up with his patrol. Sunpaw quick to ask questions about who was talking to. Hawkfall quieting his apprentice with the promise of telling her all about the LightingClan deputy and their rivals in the moor.