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Post by cosmic on Jun 28, 2024 10:20:12 GMT -6
#s://live~staticflickr~com/3540/3517553853_d51f04c46b_z~jpg Could have had better patrol partners, but at least they weren't terrible. Both Eaglefang and Firewing were with him on the border patrol along PrairieClan. Evenings were an unusual time for him to go out on a patrol, but nothing that he would throw a fit over. There was something serene about seeing the sun setting while the fireflies began to light up the tall grasses that painted the horizon of their home.
Firewing had the idea of splitting up the territory boundary so that they didn't have to all walk it together, but before Eaglefang and Heatherclaw could argue, he dashed off. "Well, I'll see you in a bit," Eaglefang muttered, heading off toward the west of the border. That left Heatherclaw to patrol the middle. No big deal, it was a border that he had seen hundreds of time, and it mostly remained unchanged.
His thoughts carried him to thinking about Patchpaw and her progress. He began to regret not asking her to join him on the patrol to perhaps have her take the lead in securing the line between the clans, but seeing her accompanying Ashpaw for a meal melted his heart too much to interrupt. He knew all about having strong bonds with siblings.
But, it seemed that there would be some action today as he saw a cat in the distance. Not a cat that he had seen before, but they were unusual for a MistClan cat. Heatherclaw sauntered toward the cat before him, getting a better look at them while approaching. "Well, well... what have they been feeding the cats in MistClan, because you are a hunk, aren't ya?" Not that there wasn't variation between the cats in all the clans, but MistClan were stereotypically pretty average sized cats, as PrairieClan were thought to be thinner and smaller on the contrary. "How's the prey runnin' over there? Obviously well, if I had to guess..." The brown cat was rippled in muscles. There was no way that his flirty and charismatic nature would not accompany the two of them.
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Post by tor on Jun 30, 2024 14:14:08 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/jz1NqvQ/spider1~jpg Solo patrols were nearly unheard of for Spiderleap, who possessed a gaggle of friends, a large family, and an eager apprentice, any of whom would be happy to join him. Especially on an evening like this. The sky was lovely, streaked with the colors of PrairieClan's flowers, easing the world into a gentle night. It was the sort of evening you shared with someone, maybe even someone special. But for whatever reason, after finishing his afternoon hunt, Spiderleap ventured from MistClan's camp alone to enjoy the quiet evening. "Oh," he said, speaking out loud as he approached the border. Ahead, a single, dancing firefly weaved between the stalks of meadow grass that grew across the border. Spiderleap sniffed the air, then continued to walk forward, confident he was still on MistClan's territory. "Good evening." The firefly buzzed closer in response. He watched the trail of light it made as it blinked on and off through the air, diverting away from him at the last moment. Then, just as it seemed to land somewhere in the dense thicket of grass, another one took its place, and following that came half a dozen more. Spiderleap sat back with a wide smile as the small chorus of fireflies hummed around him. His eyes were bright, lit up by the swarm. A performance just for him. Well, him and the warrior approaching from PrairieClan's territory. Another cat out to enjoy the evening breeze? He tilted his head as the warrior came closer, his name only clicking for Spiderleap as he spoke. Heatherclaw. They'd met once or twice at gatherings, Spiderleap recalled. "Because you are a hunk, aren't ya?"Hoping that was the compliment he thought it was, Spiderleap said, "Who, me?" As he glanced behind him, as if any other MistClan cat might be a few steps away.
"How's the prey runnin' over there? Obviously well, if I had to guess...""It's been a good new-leaf!" He said, puffing his chest with pride for how well MistClan's territory had been providing for the clan lately. Not every new-leaf was so bountiful. Some had a harder time shaking leaf-bare's grasp. "Good huntin'. Some new litters. Yeah, we're doing good, thanks for asking."Heatherclaw didn't ask, exactly, but it felt like the polite thing to say. "How's PrairieClan? Tunnels aren't giving you too much trouble, yeah?" |
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