Post by noctemq on Oct 2, 2019 1:01:15 GMT
Blackmoon kept his footsteps light as he walked across the border Rootclan shared with Mothclan. Ever since he took one of Eveningstar's lives, the deputy had been on edge. Rightfully so, as tensions only seemed to increase. At the last Gathering, an ominous warning was brought forth by the medicine cats. Something about uniting, he recalled, only remembering the gist of the message and not the exact words Well, with the current situation, everyone seemed to be doing the opposite, or at just watching out for themselves. Leaf-Bare was rapidly approached, and the tom couldn't help but worry. He wasn't one to be superstitious, but he knew a prophesy when he heard one. His deep brown eyes carefully surveyed the area around him before he marked a tree with Rootclan's scent. "This isn't over..." Eveningtar's words rung in his head. No, it wasn't. Something was going on, and Blackmoon hated being out of the loop. There was no word from Mothclan or any of the other clans so far, so he could only assume it was the calm before the storm. Too many things were happening at once, and he desperately wanted to hit pause and take a deep breath. On top of all of this, Screechstar's health was declining. He felt like he was carrying Rootclan on his shoulders alone. Never before had he felt so isolated and... scared.
He sniffed a nearby patch of turf to make sure there was no lingering Mothclan scent; it seemed like they had backed off for now. One could never be too careful, though. Blackmoon marked it and kept moving down the borderline to make sure he was hitting every spot he needed to. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of Mothclan in the air. The Leaf-Fall wind was gently blowing towards him, and he could tell that someone was approaching from across the other side of the divide. The hairs along his spine immediately shot up and his tail puffed out. He readied himself for combat despite not being eager for anymore bloodshed and stood his ground. This border meant more than a patch of hunting land, it also meant respect for Rootclan.
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He sniffed a nearby patch of turf to make sure there was no lingering Mothclan scent; it seemed like they had backed off for now. One could never be too careful, though. Blackmoon marked it and kept moving down the borderline to make sure he was hitting every spot he needed to. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of Mothclan in the air. The Leaf-Fall wind was gently blowing towards him, and he could tell that someone was approaching from across the other side of the divide. The hairs along his spine immediately shot up and his tail puffed out. He readied himself for combat despite not being eager for anymore bloodshed and stood his ground. This border meant more than a patch of hunting land, it also meant respect for Rootclan.
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