Post by Fireflake on Aug 1, 2020 6:32:58 GMT
Mantisstar headed the patrol as they marched toward the MistClan border. It wasn't a battleground, exactly, but she guessed that the possibility of a skirmish this time was high. She'd chosen these cats specifically, and taken them around the time that MistClan's patrols usually came by. It was a bold tactic. The leader just hoped it was worth it. Staring across the field at the invisible partition, the one they'd been slowly edging over, she couldn't help but think of another bold move quite a while back.
She'd stumbled over the scent markers that day, an apprentice's blood seeping into one side of her pelt as they fled the fire. A MistClan cat had been on the apprentice's other side, propping them both up more than he knew.
That was a long time ago. Now, MothClan had to look toward the future. They had to look out for themselves. When new kits did come, they would need more safe territory to train them in, far from the rogue group's hungry grasp. She canvassed the scene again and noticed it was a little darker.
Face crinkling in confusion, she tilted her head up toward the sky. What had been clear blue when they'd left camp was now a sea of off-white clouds. Like the smoke. The memory edged back into her mind, and the small superstitious part of her heart beat faster with the fear that this could be some kind of warning. Just as she took another confident step forward, a raindrop landed on the tip of her ear. Another hit her flank, then her tail, until suddenly the rain was thick and unavoidable.
Her impulsive nature battled her instincts. She'd come here to fight, or to mark her new border at the very least. What kind of message would it send if the patrol dashed back to camp now? But then, the last time MothClan had launched into a territory grab they shouldn't have, her father had died and the clan had tumbled into chaos. She wouldn't risk that for just a few more steps to hunt in-- a few more steps they didn't really need. Current weather notwithstanding, it had been a mercifully good Greenleaf. "Hmph. Looks like the fishfaces would have the upper paw today, doesn't it?" she called quietly over the downpour. She watched their faces closely.
She'd stumbled over the scent markers that day, an apprentice's blood seeping into one side of her pelt as they fled the fire. A MistClan cat had been on the apprentice's other side, propping them both up more than he knew.
That was a long time ago. Now, MothClan had to look toward the future. They had to look out for themselves. When new kits did come, they would need more safe territory to train them in, far from the rogue group's hungry grasp. She canvassed the scene again and noticed it was a little darker.
Face crinkling in confusion, she tilted her head up toward the sky. What had been clear blue when they'd left camp was now a sea of off-white clouds. Like the smoke. The memory edged back into her mind, and the small superstitious part of her heart beat faster with the fear that this could be some kind of warning. Just as she took another confident step forward, a raindrop landed on the tip of her ear. Another hit her flank, then her tail, until suddenly the rain was thick and unavoidable.
Her impulsive nature battled her instincts. She'd come here to fight, or to mark her new border at the very least. What kind of message would it send if the patrol dashed back to camp now? But then, the last time MothClan had launched into a territory grab they shouldn't have, her father had died and the clan had tumbled into chaos. She wouldn't risk that for just a few more steps to hunt in-- a few more steps they didn't really need. Current weather notwithstanding, it had been a mercifully good Greenleaf. "Hmph. Looks like the fishfaces would have the upper paw today, doesn't it?" she called quietly over the downpour. She watched their faces closely.