Post by mewmehh on Aug 7, 2019 20:28:18 GMT
Warm orange light bathed the forest floor as a sleek, pale form slipped through the soft undergrowth beneath the setting sun. Milkberry's neck seemed like rubber as she swished her head around to face all the directions at once as best as she could, the fur along her neck bristled slightly. It was her first real patrol after having been flushed from Mothclan during the wildfire, and it was around Mistclan's territory no less. The warrior didn't really know what to expect out in the openness of the unfamiliar woodland.
It had caught her by surprise when she had been approached by Dogear and Batstrike regarding daily patrols. Perhaps tired from all the extra work, Mistclan appeared to need some help and the Mothclan she-cat was thrown together into a ragtag hunting patrol with a warrior from Rootclan just as unlucky as she as well as a young warrior from Mistclan to guide them. Milkberry soon found once they reached the woodland how much of a mouse their guide was; Miredawn had been picked to chaperone the patrol, but as they arrived, she seemed to teeter off on her own in silence, abandoning Milkberry and Brittlebark. Left alone to their own devices, the seal-point warrior simply offered a curt nod to her companion and began her own hunt.
Still, she didn't want to run off too much. Yes, Milkberry felt awkward and vulnerable in the unfamiliar company and territory and wanted to get away, but she was also a warrior of Mothclan and they weren't the kind to get scared. Heralded as the strongest clan, she had the responsibility of representing Mothclan appropriately before all the rest. So instead of ducking off too far, the Mothclan warrior kept rather close to Brittlebark.
The evening air was hot and wet and it fueled her growing irritation at her lack of success. It was sweltering and it seemed the prey knew better than to be running even this late into the day, thus there seemed to be little to hunt. Spitting a curse under her breath, berry-blue eyes flicked angrily and the pointed she-cat sunk her claws into the earth. The softness of the ground, too, was foreign and hissing, she snatched her paw back. Snapping her head to look up at the sky, a nervous jolt sparked its way down her spine as even the familiar sky glowed ominously like firelight. Choking down her fear and feelings, Milkberry steeled her gaze and continued onward. Between her failure to find anything, the sheer exhausting of being cramped in Mistclan, and her continued trauma from the fire and what came of it, the warrior was all sorts of emotional.
It had caught her by surprise when she had been approached by Dogear and Batstrike regarding daily patrols. Perhaps tired from all the extra work, Mistclan appeared to need some help and the Mothclan she-cat was thrown together into a ragtag hunting patrol with a warrior from Rootclan just as unlucky as she as well as a young warrior from Mistclan to guide them. Milkberry soon found once they reached the woodland how much of a mouse their guide was; Miredawn had been picked to chaperone the patrol, but as they arrived, she seemed to teeter off on her own in silence, abandoning Milkberry and Brittlebark. Left alone to their own devices, the seal-point warrior simply offered a curt nod to her companion and began her own hunt.
Still, she didn't want to run off too much. Yes, Milkberry felt awkward and vulnerable in the unfamiliar company and territory and wanted to get away, but she was also a warrior of Mothclan and they weren't the kind to get scared. Heralded as the strongest clan, she had the responsibility of representing Mothclan appropriately before all the rest. So instead of ducking off too far, the Mothclan warrior kept rather close to Brittlebark.
The evening air was hot and wet and it fueled her growing irritation at her lack of success. It was sweltering and it seemed the prey knew better than to be running even this late into the day, thus there seemed to be little to hunt. Spitting a curse under her breath, berry-blue eyes flicked angrily and the pointed she-cat sunk her claws into the earth. The softness of the ground, too, was foreign and hissing, she snatched her paw back. Snapping her head to look up at the sky, a nervous jolt sparked its way down her spine as even the familiar sky glowed ominously like firelight. Choking down her fear and feelings, Milkberry steeled her gaze and continued onward. Between her failure to find anything, the sheer exhausting of being cramped in Mistclan, and her continued trauma from the fire and what came of it, the warrior was all sorts of emotional.