Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Apr 21, 2020 7:18:15 GMT -5
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Time and again boys are raised to be men The young warrior felt lighter, his nose full of the sweet scent of blooming flowers. His silver-grey pelt almost seemed to glow in the soothing Newleaf sun, and he breathed in the heavy scent of prey with a smile. Unfortunately, this wasn't a hunting patrol. He longed to chase after the rabbits and hares they passed idly by, his ears twitching at every sound of potential prey. It was such a waste of a lovely day, to spend it marking the Sunstones with tangy LightningClan scent. It didn't help that Crowface's pompous attitude was spoiling the atmosphere a bit. He was always the kind of cat to simply smile and nod when a cat he disliked bossed him around. He wasn't one to initiate bickering. Besides, she was patrol leader. He's just have to put up with it. "You and Briarpaw, go that way and mark these stones." Crowface ordered, and Birchspots's ears twitched and he gave an assenting nod. Sure thing, Crowstar... He thought sarcastically, his unspoken retort sending a glint of amusement through his golden eyes. "Come on, Briarpaw." He meowed nicely, flicking his tail to the dark-faced apprentice. He approached one jutting stone and marked it, feeling his pelt prickle. Though this wasn't supposed to be a battle patrol, they were still reclaiming territory that StoneClan heavily believed was their property. He wanted them to leave as soon as they could so the border could be moved peacefully. But when he glanced around for Crowface, he saw that she was perched upon a rock, her glinting eyes fixed on the horizon. A feeling of dread washed over him as he became aware of the sound of approaching pawsteps. "Typical LightningClan, hiding from the real warriors." A voice called from among the stones. A StoneClan patrol emerged, and Birchspots cursed under his breath. This wasn't a patrol of fighters. Crowface was their strongest member, and though Birchspots knew how to use his own claws he was rather small and definitely outmuscled by the burly patrol of cats they now faced. And Briarpaw... well, he didn't know much about her fighting skills but he knew she was young, inexperienced... We'll be torn to shreds. He thought, his claws unsheathing nervously. "And here I thought that LightningClan was beginning to grow out of its cowardice." Alderfrost spat, contempt in his gaze. Birchspots felt his pelt burn. That one hit a little too close to home. "The word you're looking for is stalking, for you are our prey," Crowface sneered. No, don't make them angrier! Birchspots glanced up at her, his whiskers twitching. If he was anything, he was a pacifist. A peacekeeper. He didn't want to fight these cats over a sad collection of rocks. Tension was clear in every muscle in his body, his eyes flicking between the different warriors. "Tsk tsk, the real surprise is you having any thoughts at all, Alderfrost," He heard her purr, and he knew immedietly what was going to come next. There was nothing he could do to avoid to, to quell the angry gazes and soothe the bristling pelts. This was what Tawnybelly had always lived for, the taste of enemy flesh and the sound of screeching cats. He had wanted to turn LightningClan from the most mocked Clan in the valley to one that was feared and admired for their battle prowess and strategy. By the looks of it, Crowface felt the same way. Birchspots tried to steady his racing heart, to no avail. "Claw their pelts!" The order came, and chaos erupted. Impatient they start and fearful they end |
