Post by Fireflake on Jan 16, 2020 8:54:51 GMT
Vultureswoop slunk toward the MothClan border. It felt odd to do so from inside of the territory, after he'd spent his whole life up to that point as a rogue in the Anti-Clan Alliance. Oddly enough, that was why he was here today as well. As an ex-member, he was the best choice to lead the MothClan patrol right to their den. The tom turned his head slightly and glanced back at the rest of the patrol out of the corner of his eye. He was aware that, for many of the cats, this would be their first impression of him.
He'd been cooped away in the medicine cat's den for almost his entire time with them, and still wasn't entirely well, though there was no point in staying when there was no medicine cat to treat him anymore. Vultureswoop was fine enough now to at least act like a normal warrior. That didn't mean he bothered, of course. He still hadn't built a nest, just taking up whatever place in the warrior den was available by the time he got there. The tom turned his blue eyes back to the path ahead as he reached the tracks. He placed his paw lightly on the rail, looked both ways, then leaned back and leapt straight over them.
Mantisstar, less dramatically, padded with brisk steps across the tracks. Her mind had been elsewhere too, on her leadership ceremony the day before, but her yellow eyes filled with a sharp clarity as they reached the tracks. It was not only the danger that brought her to attention. This landmark signaled the end of MothClan's territory. She was going to the Twolegplace, to rescue her clan's kits, but more than that, to rescue her family. She was walking straight into unknown territory to fight rogues. Mantisstar glanced at her clanmates and hoped that they'd all be coming home with her, and her kit, and her little brother.
"We're going to get them back," she said firmly, but she was trying to convince herself as much as them.
He'd been cooped away in the medicine cat's den for almost his entire time with them, and still wasn't entirely well, though there was no point in staying when there was no medicine cat to treat him anymore. Vultureswoop was fine enough now to at least act like a normal warrior. That didn't mean he bothered, of course. He still hadn't built a nest, just taking up whatever place in the warrior den was available by the time he got there. The tom turned his blue eyes back to the path ahead as he reached the tracks. He placed his paw lightly on the rail, looked both ways, then leaned back and leapt straight over them.
Mantisstar, less dramatically, padded with brisk steps across the tracks. Her mind had been elsewhere too, on her leadership ceremony the day before, but her yellow eyes filled with a sharp clarity as they reached the tracks. It was not only the danger that brought her to attention. This landmark signaled the end of MothClan's territory. She was going to the Twolegplace, to rescue her clan's kits, but more than that, to rescue her family. She was walking straight into unknown territory to fight rogues. Mantisstar glanced at her clanmates and hoped that they'd all be coming home with her, and her kit, and her little brother.
"We're going to get them back," she said firmly, but she was trying to convince herself as much as them.