Post by Broadwaykat on Apr 7, 2019 16:57:07 GMT
Though he would never admit it, Martenpaw's brief foray with depression had left him a little out of shape for his assessment. It worried him a little bit, when finally he had emerged to return to training that his paws felt heavy and clumsier than ever, and creatures that normally seemed deaf to him was suddenly bolting at his mere preference. He didn't know what was wrong - but it needed to stop before he was given his assessment. He would not be held back as a warrior - he simply wouldn't!
What he needed was a saving move - a coupe d'grace that would make him the hero of the clan. A flash flood or an attack or...something. He remembered awhile back when it had happened with a young apprenticed Cowlily; she'd done spectacularly on a border patrol and even gotten her warriorship early. He wanted that - could do that. And so had headed out that morning for an early morning stroll in order to find something to defend his clan against.
The problem was, the borders were relatively boring that morning. Nothing bigger than a rabbit or more threatening than one either. He had just been about to turn tail and give up when he smelt...something.
It wasn't unusual for the scent of Mistclan to drift over the border, but even so - Martenpaw was certain they must be up to no good, to be so close to their adjoining border. Quick as he could, he dove to a batch of cattails along his side of the border, hiding in amidst the roots and making as face as the muddy water sunk into his paws and chilled him to the quick.
But it would be worth it if he could catch some dastardly cat in the act.
(Mama)
What he needed was a saving move - a coupe d'grace that would make him the hero of the clan. A flash flood or an attack or...something. He remembered awhile back when it had happened with a young apprenticed Cowlily; she'd done spectacularly on a border patrol and even gotten her warriorship early. He wanted that - could do that. And so had headed out that morning for an early morning stroll in order to find something to defend his clan against.
The problem was, the borders were relatively boring that morning. Nothing bigger than a rabbit or more threatening than one either. He had just been about to turn tail and give up when he smelt...something.
It wasn't unusual for the scent of Mistclan to drift over the border, but even so - Martenpaw was certain they must be up to no good, to be so close to their adjoining border. Quick as he could, he dove to a batch of cattails along his side of the border, hiding in amidst the roots and making as face as the muddy water sunk into his paws and chilled him to the quick.
But it would be worth it if he could catch some dastardly cat in the act.
(Mama)
