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Post by fiery on Jul 28, 2018 21:22:47 GMT -5
heronstar of all cats was not one to hunt beside another. however, sittingowl was someone he was beginning to put his trust in, and he enjoyed his company.
the sleek blue male took free steps along the grassy moors, hardly watching where he was going. he generally kept pace with sittingowl, but fell behind on more than a few occasions. he was lost in thought, concerned for his people, his mate, his son, and windclan's reputation. was he doing well here? would he live up to the legacy that heatherstar left behind? would she be proud next time he visited her? she had given him the gift of persistence, telling him to be strong and keep at it for as many years as it took. he was learning quickly that persistence and determination were not exactly the same thing. persistence was tiring, and dreary, while determination was fiery and fleeting. he felt pain in his chest, wondering if he had let the former leader down. she'd put so much time and effort into preserving the clan, even under the rule of stormstar, and had put her very best faith in heronstar to continue this. while he was certain he would never be as stormstar was, not even close, he wondered if he was doing right by heatherstar. he missed her, and longed for her soft, firm voice in his ears, telling him life would be okay so long as he listened to the warrior code and the call of his clanmates. now, heronstar had a new voice of reason beside him; sittingowl. he was still struggling to come to terms with the loss of heatherstar, and was saddened when he realized that sittingowl was no such replacement. still, sittingowl was cunning and dependable. heronstar prayed to the stars that as the moons grew longer, sittingowl would become a well friend, who he could put his trust in completely, the way heatherstar had with him. the blue leader drew his mind out of his own chaotic thoughts when the two came upon the high hill they had been working towards, and starred down at barren lands. it was day, early dawn. though he would've loved to be out at night instead, he knew there was no way they could leave the clan at the most dangerous time of the whole day.
he wondered, were the rabbits hiding? maybe his vision was finally growing weak. not yet, he hoped. still, he could spot no moving figures in the dip between hills. a cluster of brambles caught his eyes however. they stuck out from the sleek, soft landscape. a perfect place for some small rodents to hide. a gopher, maybe? some mice? he grunted in sittingowl's direction. "those brambles, yea?" he eluded, wondering if the tom would be willing to drive towards them in search of food.
the leader glanced in his direction, observing his features.
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Post by hades on Jul 28, 2018 22:20:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","ted"] T H E H I L L S H A V E E Y E S [attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fieryWhat could he really say about Heronstar? There wasn’t much. Heatherstar, the former leader of WindClan after Stormstar - who had given him his name - was a cat that everyone looked up to for guidance, and reassurance. While Heronstar hadn’t made that sort of impression - ah, at least upon Sittingowl, who was difficult to impress upon anyways, but that’s another story altogether - he was making a good impression upon the Clan. Picking up where Heatherstar left off, he was doing the best he could. Sittingowl believed that with his whole being, but he hadn’t really told Heronstar. And didn’t really believe that there may be a good time to tell him. It simply wasn’t the right time to.
And... it still puzzled Sittingowl as to why he had chosen him to be his deputy.
Sittingowl cast his eyes over the landscape, their yellow hue intense as the two cats crested the hill. The skinny WindClan cat slowed so Heronstar could keep pace. When the tom had said they would go hunting together he hadn’t expected his own long gait to out pace his leader. Perhaps I should have. And, while he sensed humor at the edge of his thought, Sittingowl was none the wiser. Making jokes about another cat’s gait was not appropriate.
The sun was rising in the east, painting streaks of cloud pink and red, but it looked like it would be a day clear of rain. Good. No one likes soggy moors. Sittingowl thought as he and Heronstar bound down the hill. “Those brambles, yea?” Heronstar’s mew broke into Sittingowl’s thoughts.
He calmly turned his head to see the brambles, and opened his mouth to see if he could scent anything. All that greeted his tongue was the moor, and a gentle breeze carrying with it a faint hint of fox, but it smelled days old. “Yes, the brambles are a good place to start. But I smell nothing but moor this morning... Do you smell fox?” He asked, turning to Heronstar for affirmation, “It smells old, but I don’t remember smelling fox before.”
Perhaps instead of Heronstar’s eyesight failing, it was Sittingowl’s memory? If a fox was on their territory they would need to tell the other Clans. No matter what the differences were, foxes were a nuisa nce to all the Clans.
He turned in the direction of the brambles once more, and tried again to see if anything - a rabbit, or mouse, or even a mole - was hiding while he listened to Heronstar...
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Post by fiery on Jul 29, 2018 0:38:48 GMT -5
drifting down the hill with sittingowl, heronstar noticed the resistance of the wind that tugged at his long fur. he was a large cat, strong but lean, with long limbs, however his considerable amount of hair held him back a good amount when running with his brothers. ever since he was around seven months, when his thick coat starting to really show its fluff, he learned he would have to work twice as hard as the more slender cats to breeze across the fields of windclan. even then, he would have mediocre results.
still, they were traveling softly, and heronstar kept up with sittingowl well, while still lending the more slender cat the lead.
as they swept downward to the clutch of brambles he had spotted from the height, the blue leader squinted. fox? he became alert simply at the mention, his scruff bristling. he hadn't taken scent of the air yet, generally leaving that part to his quicker deputy. "might be nothing, a drifter maybe." he said, however still cautious. blue ears perked and ready, he released his grip against his own maw, and tasted the fresh air.
no sign of rain, that's what he noticed first. then a musty, inflaming scent. doubt and anger gripped him as he caught the scent of the dangerous predator, but then he did a doubletake, and he was caught off guard by the sudden confusion. he slowed quickly, blue tail swaying in the wind.
the smell had an edge, almost like spices, and was distinctly female, but that smell was older. a fresher smell yet hit him, milk and youth. "a... vixen, do you think? i smell.. pups." he murmured to sittingowl, his eyes intense on the brambles.
the faint scent of rodent hit him as he took a cautious step closer. he was still maybe two or three yards away, but didn't dare go much closer when a slight hint of blood drifted towards him.
"it shouldn't be here. i thought this area was clear?" his voice was hushed but firm. last he checked this spot with a patrol, it was only covered in mice and hares, but something much more dangerous was in the area now.
he swallowed a growl, back arching and tail sweeping to cover his flank. he let his claws sink into the ground, glancing at his deputy, waiting for his take.
foxes were strong, and nasty, but a vixen would be much, much worse. if she had pups, they'd not be in for a fun morning. still, he saw no sight of the vixen. her hulking mass in the thickets would've surely been visible, right?
heronstar lowered to the ground, shifting and catching sight of a slumbering clump of dark fur between the brambles. a squeak arose from the bundle, followed by a soft snore. his heart beat fast, and painfully as he realized what was happening.
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Post by hades on Jul 30, 2018 8:35:05 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fieryAs they neared the braken that Heronstar had mentioned. Unease began to grow in Sittingowl’s chest as Heronstar - at first - had thought it was just possibly passing through. A stray. But, when he glanced back at his leader, he was alert; Sittingowl understood and tried to remain calm for his leader’s benefit. Foxes were nothing to be taken lightly, like badgers; which there also seemed to be a lot of. Fortunately they were not dealing with badgers today.
The unease rested in the Deputies chest, it was becoming a struggle as he tasted the air once more and the scent of fox - Heronstar was right, it was a Vixen - was fresher this time. So much for a helpful wind. Sittingowl thought, slowing his pace to match his leaders. He watched the light breeze on the moor, but in the tall grass there was no distinct pattern that would indicate the direct direction. It seemed to be tossing about, like a kit playing with a moss ball. Sittingowl hated that unease was now coupled with frustration, and annoyance. This was not a good combination.
What was worse, perhaps, was just as Heronstar mentioned Pups, he too could scent the pups. “Yes.” Was his answer.
Sittingowl had stopped now, standing still, feeling the wind dance over his pelt. “It shouldn’t be here. I thought this area was clear.” Heronstar’s entire body was tense, his tail was fluffed out, and his back was arched. Sittingowl’s own fur remained flat. There was no need to get worked up, though his eyes gave away everything he was feeling. Someone had slipped up. Some patrol somewhere had slipped up, and it was partially his fault. What are these mentors teaching their apprentices? He thought, creeping forward to join Heronstar.
But, then again, perhaps this fox was new to the territory. Perhaps she and her pups had moved in over night while the Clan slept peacefully many miles from here.
While his thoughts were occupied with who had been recently sent on patrol, and making a mental note of their location, Heronstar had lowered to the ground and was gazing in the direction of the brambles. It was the squeak that caught his attention, and Sittingowl followed suit, lowing his body into a crouch, peering at the brambles where he could just make out the dark fur of a creature, and a light snore was consistent from that direction.
“She may have moved in last night while we were sleeping,” Sittingowl suggested to his leader, keeping his voice even and his tone low, “No patrol mentioned fox. I think we all would have remembered that. I recommend we hunt elsewhere, this isn’t a fight we can win on our own.” He advised, “If she is passing through, we can let ShadowClan and ThunderClan deal with her and her pups.”
Not that he had anything against the other clans, or anything. He didn't. But, if he didn't have to risk his own warriors, and Heronstar's lives, he was all it.
Of course, it all depended on what Heronstar wanted to do. Sittingowl waited, his eyes flicking between the foxes and his leader...
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Post by fiery on Jul 30, 2018 19:14:42 GMT -5
heronstar squinted, intent on the bramble den. so far, he could see was the sleeping bundle of pups. did vixen really leave her children? foxes; damn barbarians.
he nodded, still bristling. he was frustrated that his warriors hadn't noticed this, but sittingowl was probably right that she had moved in recently. the den did happen to smell fresh.
letting his hackles fall, heronstar sighed. "i can't take that risk." he asserted. he didn't think he could just leave this here for now and let the other clans deal with it. in his mind, these tiny abominations needed to be dealt with quickly. maybe this was his challenge, to prove he was fit to be leader. he was certainly no heatherstar, but he could prove instead that he was still a strong leader. "i'm going in." he murmured, disobeying his deputy's request to leave, and wasting no time to creep into the den. as he peeked through the undergrowth, he immediately realized that the fox queen was no where in sight. he relaxed, letting his tail fall and sitting down in front of the bundle of young foxes. they were small, bigger than kittens but still young. they stirred, murmuring and babbling. when they spotted him. they began hissing and spitting, but remained in their tight bundle.
heronstar racked his brain, wondering what to do. in his mind, there were only two options. leave these pups to grow up and terrorize the clans, while still sparing his conscious the heavy weight of killing infants; or killing each of the tiny pups and sparing his clan the struggle of dealing with them later on.
he pondered what he should do, his heart heavy, and called for sittingowl. "owl, come in here. quickly." he urged, desperately needing advice.
he was taking a huge, stupid risk by coming in here in the first place, if he made the wrong decision it would all be for nothing.
his hackles prickled along his spine, wondering when the vixen would return. sittingowl was right, this was not a fight they could win on their own. a mother fox against two mere cats? it could be a slaughter. but heronstar was over zealous, and he wanted to seem brave and bold and daring. he wanted his lost kittens and heatherstar to look down on him with pride and admiration, to see the risks he was taking and to praise him for it.
"the mother isn't here, she could be back any moment." he questioned, rushing to make a decision and trying to be sure of himself. "we should get rid of them."
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Post by hades on Aug 1, 2018 20:41:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fieryWhen Heronstar hesitated, Sittingowl had thought he may have just won over his leader’s mind. Causing him to reason that this was truly an unwinnable situation. But his heart fell when Heronstar spoke the words that would give his deputy heartburn for a moon! “I’m going in!” He watched through narrowing yellow eyes, Sittingowl didn’t move from his position. He watched his leader disappear in the braken. StarClan protect him. He prayed to his ancestors, why.
Standing out on the moor alone, Sittingowl reflected on waking up. It was important that he carry out his duties, it was important to set up patrols, and make sure that hunting happened, and that apprentices could get their training. But he sighed. Sometimes it would great to be just a regular warrior again. Heronstar, he knew before he accepted the role of deputy, would be difficult to advise.
He let his gaze stretch to the edge of the territory where the sun was coming up, painting the thin clouds different colors. He was not looking for the sunrise, however, he was looking for any sign of the vixen. For all he knew, she could be out hunting for her pups, and would be back soon. He tested the air, but the fidgeting wind was against him, unable to pick a single direction.
Sittingowl let out a frustrated hiss. “Owl, come in here. Quickly.” Sittingowl padded softly into the bracken, nearly choking on the putrid smell of fox. His mind, however, was keen on making sure that the mother didn’t return unexpectedly, taking them by surprise where Sittingowl’s dying words would be: I told you so!
Heronstar echoed his thoughts, followed by, “We should get rid of them.” Sittingowl’s pelt prickled with unease. He slid a harsh yellow glare at Heronstar. Killing the pups would anger the mother, and possibly bring her anger down on the Clan, attacking the camp, and bringing certain death among his clan members. He listened to tales from the Elders about that happening once, while Stormstar was still a deputy, and the tale haunted his dreams with how vividly they remembered what happened.
Sittingowl shuddered. The fur along his spine had risen to its full, and his neck fur was bristling the longer they stayed in the makeshift den. “We should get rid of them, but with tact, and practicality.” He looked at Heronstar, “I suggest---”
He was cut off when a growl took him by surprise. Spinning around, Sittingowl came face to face with an amber-eyed vixen.
“We’re out of time!”
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Post by fiery on Aug 1, 2018 21:58:33 GMT -5
the blue leader focused on the bundle of hissing puppies, nodding slowly when sittingowl affirmed they should rid the pups. he reached an unsheathed paw forward, hovering over one of the angry pups. he was waiting for sittingowl to present his idea before he did anything. before sittingowl could finish, he stopped, and the heavy scent of mother fox flooded the den. heronstar froze, petrified, his hackles screaming along his spine. whirling, he made a split second decision and slipped past sittingowl, shielding his clan-brother, and barred his teeth at the snarling fox. he hissed and spit in the fox's face, catching her off guard with stupid bravery and lashing a paw at her. he missed her tragically so, but the vixen flinched, sparring him a moment to do something. anything. he racked his brain, panic obvious in his eyes. "...fuckfuckfuckfuckshitfuckshit..." stupid. how could he be so stupid. so incredibly stupid. as the fox recoiled, he found his time running short. spotting a small opening in the bracken den, the fear boiling in his stomach told him to jump through there fast, but he couldn't. he brought his loyal deputy to this, he couldn't leave him now.
it would be a chance, sittingowl was tall and lanky, but thankfully had slightly shorter fur and was a lot skinnier than heronstar.
fitting his shaking paws to sittingowl's shoulder, he gave him a shove towards the bramble opening. "go!" he shouted, trying to squeeze the lanky dark cat into the opening with force.
sharp fangs pierced his tail, and prompted a sharp hiss from the blue leader. twisting his neck, he spotted the cunning amber eyes of the vixen. he swatted at her cheeks, and she released with angry eyes and a snarl that could carry her foul breath for miles.
the tom cat growled, turning his flank and using his fluffy tail to shield himself. he glanced back at his deputy, over and over again, inbetween hisses and snarls. he'd faced foxes before, but never a vixen mother. he was terrified for himself, as well as for his deputy. how could he return to the clan with a dead sittingowl? even and injured one? if he got injured it'd be fine, but he couldn't let sittingowl get hurt. his stomach turned, his mind envisioning every equation.
how could starclan respect him if he failed?
triggerwarning: lots of vulgar language, prolly more in the next post too
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Post by hades on Aug 3, 2018 21:18:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fieryEverything was happening in a blur. Sittingowl’s senses were overwhelmed with the scent of fox, and the sound of Heronstar’s hissing and cursing… Sittingowl himself was wide eyed with fear, his back arched, and claws out prepared to attack. The she-fox was snarling at them, and the pups behind them were hissing and yapping. They were trapped.
If Heronstar was wondering just how stupid he could have been, Sittingowl could have told him that on a scale of one to ten, he was a twenty! Not saying that he sort of knew this was going to happen, but he couldn’t help but let slip a hiss of annoyed, “I knew this would happen!” It wasn't really said aloud as a criticism of Heronstar, but for the benefit of himself. Fear was at the forefront of his emotions, and he saw his life flashing before his eyes. That, or it was Heronstar throwing himself in front of him trying to protect him.
An opening in the brambles was spotted at the same time, but Heronstar was faster upon reacting, and before Sittingowl knew what was going on, he was being shoved towards the entrance. Or, rather, their exit.
His paws felt like heavy stones, and everything was moving in slow motion. He felt Heronstar’s claw tips digging into his shoulder, and Sittingowl was halfway through the bramble exit when he heard his clan mate hiss, and suddenly the pushing vanished. In a hurry he was slithering through until he was on the other side. The fox was half in and half out of the brambles.
His mind thought quickly. The open air cleared away the heavy scent of the pups and their mother - though it was still strong - and it provided him time to think quickly.
Not really one for thinking through his options, and always believing that instinct always knew what was best, Sittingowl lunged for the fox. Claws raking it’s hind quarters, he successfully distracted the she-fox when it let out a sharp bark, but he didn’t stop there. When she turned to see what was attacking her rump, he slashed at her muzzle, blood spattering his pelt as he leapt away to avoid her sharp teeth.
He hissed and taunted her away from the makeshift den.
IF Heronstar has a brain, he’ll chase the pups towards the ShadowClan border! Near the ShadowClan border was a thunderpath. And while Sittiingowl didn’t like the idea of murdering pups, it seemed like the best chance to take. The other clans had their own way of dealing with foxes, but it seemed rather universal to just chase them out of the territory, not kill them. He’d rarely heard of the clans killing foxes. Badgers, sure, if they couldn’t get rid of them, but he supposed some things must happen sooner or later.
The vixen came towards him and he ducked as she snapped at him. He raced around to the other side of the bracken, shouting, “Get the pups out! Chase them towards ShadowClan, and the thunderpath!”
Would Heronstar listen?
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Post by fiery on Aug 4, 2018 0:09:42 GMT -5
the long haired leader hissed and coiled into himself, trying to make himself as tall, yet as thin, as possible. the puppies behind him dared to nip at his heels when his movement disturbed their brushbedding, and he kicked in retaliation, wishing he had crushed their tiny lives much sooner.
the vixen was encroaching on him, drawing ever closer to the blue tom, barking in his face, her breath hot on him. he backed away, caught between the puppies and the mother. he couldn't leave with her blocking the larger entrance, and sittingowl slithering through the broken opening in the side. praying for a miracle, he swatted gingerly at the vixen's eyes.
when sittingowl was out, it was only moment before the queen fox was spinning on her heels, snapping at him, growing and yelping.
heronstar let out a gasp of relief, stuffing his head through the broken brambles that he had shoved sittingowl through. the sharp, dead thorns poked at his eyes and tangled in his cheek fur, resisting him.
"...take the pups...shadowclan border..."
the tom recalculated quickly, twisting his head out of the brambles and quickly grabbing hold of one of the fox babies. he didn't have time to kill like his brain told him, not like prey. when he hunted a rabbit, he tripped it on his back and sunk into its throat, holding until it stopped moving. but that approach took minutes.
desperate to make this work, he sunk his white fangs into the back of the pup's neck, and shook violently. it went limp in his jaws, and he dropped the pup, swatting at another roughly. the puppies screamed in alarm, and he lurched forward. quickly, they drove towards the back of the den, slipping between the brambles.
without hesitation, heronstar barreled through the sliver where he had shoved sittingowl previously, and bounded around the side of the brambles. the puppies stumbled over each other, darting each and every way. when heronstar was young, his elders taught him the way to make beasts move in fashion. the art of driving groups of hares and flocks of geese was important when hunting, and so he took use of this skill now. rounding one side of the group, then the other, he squeezed them into tight formation, bounding after them. the youngsters fled, merely yards ahead of him. twisting his head, he called to sittingowl who clattered with the vixen, hoping his voice wouldn't be lost among the wind. "owl! get around her back side, drive her north!"
herding the pups towards the thunderpath, were they'd either fall into shadowclan territory or be killed by monstrous cars, was a brilliant idea. pups were young and stupid, and these one were panicked. they'd be easy to trick, but the vixen might be smarter. driving her towards the thunderpath would be no good, she'd surely either make it back to her pups, or avoid the path all together and return to windclan.
towards the north, where farmers were constantly vigilant for predators who came to steal from their live stock, the vixen would quickly be distracted by much more than sittingowl. dogs, traps, humans with guns, and even more cats populated the north east regions of the farmland. there, she'd surely be torn apart by dogs or shot by farmers. that is, if sittingowl could manage to drive her. he wondered if the plan was hopeless, if this vixen would be far too pissed to even be intimidated by the lean warrior.
he considered turning around and switching positions with the deputy, but gave up that hope when the moors were growing farther and the highway was growing closer.
hades this post is really bad im sorry i suck at playing authority figures also i didnt proof read sorry aaa
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Post by hades on Aug 8, 2018 22:08:42 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fiery Lol, it was fine! I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply to this! Work, and trying to decide how to continue the thread was really hard. I tried envisioning several different ways it could have ended, but it wasn't until I sat down to write it that Sittingowl knew exactly what should have happened lol.
Yes! Heronstar would listen… but it wouldn’t be until later that Sittingowl would reflect upon the situation, and decide that separating the mother from her kits was a bad idea. He didn’t know what to think! He just started nipping at her heels, his teeth grazing skin, and at one point he belived he tasted the bitter tang of blood on his tongue. “Chase her north.” was all he heard his leader say, so that is what he did. Chasting her towards Barley’s farm was the best he could do, and he made a mental note to have the patrols doubled for the border.
The windswept landscape of WindClan territory was blazing in red as the sun breeched the hills, and the wind picked up. There was still no sign of rain, and the sky was bathed in a pink-ish-red. He could smell the dew on the grass he and the vixen whipped past them. To get her to move, he had once against dug his claws into her hide, and steered her away from her kits. Wind whipping into his fur.
What he didn’t expect was one of the morning hunting patrols to spot him. Next thing he knew, Thistlefur was running alongside him, and Twigpaw was right behind him. Snowear was chasing the fox on the other side, with her apprentice Grousepaw, and Hairpelt was behind. “It looked as though you could use some help!” Twigpaw shouted as she picked up her paws to run beside the deputy, “I could smell the fox from where we were!” She exclaimed proudly, nipping at the tail of the fox. “Stop showing off, Twigpaw!” Grousepaw shouted as he ran, the paws were kin, “Snowear said she heard something on the wind first!” He challenged his sister. “Yeah! Well, Thistlefur - - -”
“Snowear, shut your apprentice up!” Hairpelt snapped, getting ahead and driving the fox a little more north-west so it didn’t quite run into the farm itself.
“Grousepaw, keep nipping at the heels, but watch for Hairpelt!” Snowear snapped at her apprentice. “Twigpaw,” Thistlefur shouted, “Try not to taunt your brother!”
Sittingowl didn’t know what to think. He just kept up his pace, slowing when the scent of hay, and monster filled the air he slowed, signaling with his tail for the others to do the same. The whole patrol stopped, panting, trying to catch their breath. “Just wait till I tell Patchpaw we chased a Fox!” Twigpaw exclaimed.
Sittingowl glanced at the patrol. He nodded his thanks before asking, “Have you caught anything this morning?” Thistlefur shook his head, but it was Snowear that answered, “I think the fox has chased the prey down into their holes...” She shook her white fur free of any dew that clung to it. “I agree.” Hairpelt mewed, flexing his claws, “Irritating creatures, foxes.” Sittingowl only nodded in agreement.
When the whole patrol arrived back in camp, Sittingowl tasted the breeze for any sign of Heronstar. Had the leader accomplished. When he didn't find Heronstar in his den, he emerged from and flicked his tail towards Hairpelt, "Come with me..." the senior warrior nodded without saying anything, and together they left the camp, and Sittingowl took the lead heading back to the place where they found foxes to begin with.
"Let's head towards the ShadowClan thunderpath border, we might find Heronstar there..."
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