Post by mewmehh on Oct 5, 2019 20:12:06 GMT
The walk back to Mistclan had been a tense one; all too familiar as Sablestar yet again walked a member of Rootclan back to his stronghold. Sometimes he wondered if his sister’s words rang true: Am I too nice? He knew some of his clanmates detested him or it, or at least that aspect of him. Sablestar thought himself a solid leader- perhaps not as emblazoned as Bearstar, but certainly worthy of being remembered for his peaceful moons of rule thus far. Peace meant a whole lot more to the silent majority than war and bloodshed to the zealots.
The hurried rush of the waterfall washed him free of his thoughts as they reached the wet wall. Treading carefully along the seasoned path, Sablestar and Saltweed slithered in step with Halfshade until they reached the tremendous cavern Mistclan called home. With water droplets bouncing from the tips of his whiskers, Sablestar gave his pelt a quick shake and gestured his tail towards the Nursery. ”Be wary,” finally offered after a moment of pause, his voice low and eyes thoughtful. ”A Mistclan warrior’s blood runs thicker than water. A Mistclan queen’s even more so. I’d tread carefully if you wish to continue seeing your kits.” His gaze twitched. ”Saltweed, you escrty him.” And with that, the crimson leader turned with a snap and positioned himself at the entrance of the camp. He would sit vigil this evening.
A milk-scented body shifted as the warm queen snoozing inside the mouth of the Nursery detected her father’s scent returning to camp. Applewind cracked an eye and lazily focused onto Sablestar before scanning over to the approaching Saltweed and Halfshade. Instantly, her posture turned rigid, her head snapping up from her paws and her tail tucked protectively over her splayed belly. It was a scent she recognized, only because of Petaldawn’s kits and her newfound maternal instincts. This had to be their father. Without realizing it before, Applewind’s pelt had bristled along her spine and she quickly fought with it to lay flat. He better not be here to mess with them. Cherryheart’s already taken to Nectarkit and I really think their all really cute!! What if he tries take them, or- or to rename them?! Oh dear me no!! She was already threatening to burst with the familiar howls of a whine that an apprenticed Pinkpetal had trademarked in Mistclan many moons ago. She’d go down swinging before the world of these kits would be damaged.
The hurried rush of the waterfall washed him free of his thoughts as they reached the wet wall. Treading carefully along the seasoned path, Sablestar and Saltweed slithered in step with Halfshade until they reached the tremendous cavern Mistclan called home. With water droplets bouncing from the tips of his whiskers, Sablestar gave his pelt a quick shake and gestured his tail towards the Nursery. ”Be wary,” finally offered after a moment of pause, his voice low and eyes thoughtful. ”A Mistclan warrior’s blood runs thicker than water. A Mistclan queen’s even more so. I’d tread carefully if you wish to continue seeing your kits.” His gaze twitched. ”Saltweed, you escrty him.” And with that, the crimson leader turned with a snap and positioned himself at the entrance of the camp. He would sit vigil this evening.
A milk-scented body shifted as the warm queen snoozing inside the mouth of the Nursery detected her father’s scent returning to camp. Applewind cracked an eye and lazily focused onto Sablestar before scanning over to the approaching Saltweed and Halfshade. Instantly, her posture turned rigid, her head snapping up from her paws and her tail tucked protectively over her splayed belly. It was a scent she recognized, only because of Petaldawn’s kits and her newfound maternal instincts. This had to be their father. Without realizing it before, Applewind’s pelt had bristled along her spine and she quickly fought with it to lay flat. He better not be here to mess with them. Cherryheart’s already taken to Nectarkit and I really think their all really cute!! What if he tries take them, or- or to rename them?! Oh dear me no!! She was already threatening to burst with the familiar howls of a whine that an apprenticed Pinkpetal had trademarked in Mistclan many moons ago. She’d go down swinging before the world of these kits would be damaged.