Post by noctemq on Aug 8, 2019 23:06:36 GMT
Shortly after Rootclan's ceremony, Blackmoon left the Mist camp with a small group of warriors to see if their territory was inhabitable. After some scouting, the plan was to search for those that were missing. His mind was on Bearpaw. He had mentally beaten himself up for not checking on her during the day of the disaster... she was his responsibility and he felt like he had failed her as a mentor. During that previous ceremony, she was supposed to become a warrior. Blackmoon didn't have to put a lot of thought into her new name, especially with their little secret they forged so many moons ago; her name would've been Bearcatcher. Ever since that day, her new name had been stuck in his throat like a bad piece of prey. The tom continued to walk forward, his eyes glazed over with thought, before a step on a particularity sharp rock snapped him out of it. He turned his attention forward and what faced him was familiar lands. They were getting close.
They were at a good halfway point between Mistclan and Rootclan, around where the two clans met on a giant field. The soft grass gently waved back and forth like a sea of green with little flower-boats of red, yellow and violet. For being such a chaotic time in their history, their surroundings were eerily peaceful so far. There was little signs of the death and pain that had occurred, almost as if it never happened at all. Blackmoon glanced back at his little troupe. Everyone seemed to be doing fine. He wasn't one to socialize, so Blackmoon had been quiet for most of their adventure, excluding the occasional "are you okay". He was hesitant to take a break since they had departed, mainly since he was already so eager to leave Mistclan. Yes, they were wonderful hosts, but he was getting tired of the constant mushy soil and moist fur. The tom craved a good night's sleep that was both dry and not crowded beyond capacity.
He stopped in his tracks, an unusual speck in the distance. Was that another cat? Could that be one of the unaccounted for? Blackmoon squinted against the bright midday light, yet he could still not see who, or what, it was.
"I think I... see someone," he stated, the tone in his voice verging uncertainty. His ears were perked up and alert to the distant stranger, or conveniently cat-shaped tree stump. Blackmoon turned to the group, silently asking for a second opinion.
They were at a good halfway point between Mistclan and Rootclan, around where the two clans met on a giant field. The soft grass gently waved back and forth like a sea of green with little flower-boats of red, yellow and violet. For being such a chaotic time in their history, their surroundings were eerily peaceful so far. There was little signs of the death and pain that had occurred, almost as if it never happened at all. Blackmoon glanced back at his little troupe. Everyone seemed to be doing fine. He wasn't one to socialize, so Blackmoon had been quiet for most of their adventure, excluding the occasional "are you okay". He was hesitant to take a break since they had departed, mainly since he was already so eager to leave Mistclan. Yes, they were wonderful hosts, but he was getting tired of the constant mushy soil and moist fur. The tom craved a good night's sleep that was both dry and not crowded beyond capacity.
He stopped in his tracks, an unusual speck in the distance. Was that another cat? Could that be one of the unaccounted for? Blackmoon squinted against the bright midday light, yet he could still not see who, or what, it was.
"I think I... see someone," he stated, the tone in his voice verging uncertainty. His ears were perked up and alert to the distant stranger, or conveniently cat-shaped tree stump. Blackmoon turned to the group, silently asking for a second opinion.