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fiery
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Post by fiery on Aug 9, 2018 20:15:00 GMT -5
heronstar trotted after the trio of kittens for a long while, his heart beating impatiently. occasionally, he'd let out a yowl and get the group going faster, but their pace was meager compared to a windclanner's sprint.
the blue leader threw glances behind him, trying hopelessly to catch sight of any of his clan mates. the fact that sittingowl hadn't caught up with him yet worried him. sure, chasing a vixen would probably take longer than herding a group of helpless pups, but his mind had a strange way of making it feel like the whole universe was against him. he'd lost heatherstar, rowanroot, egret and buzzard, who said he wouldn't lose sittingowl too? and then what? who would be his deputy then? as the rolling thunderpath became less of a view and more of a reality, heronstar kicked up the pace and drove the running pups fast to gentle dripping stream of cars.
they ran blindly, and he cringed, skidding to a stop, as a rolling machine crushed one of the pups' back end under its black wheels. while the others kept running, the other merely cried and dragged it bloody backend through the crumbling gravel.
he force himself to watch the scene for a moment, realizing that he had caused this, before looking up to catch a glance of the other puppies.
only two left. they fled across the pavement and disappeared into the pines and marshes together.
he let out a breath, his pupils narrow, and as his gaze followed the thunderpath a dozen or so yards north, he spotted the dark and stoic face of a shadowclan warrior. aspencall, the leaders son. he starred back at the warrior, his head low, eyes burning, and shoulder gaunt. his hackles bristled warningly, but the shadowclanner didn't sway.
heronstar's gaze moved for a few moments, unsure of what to think other than "i just screwed up bad.", but when he returned to aspencall, the pointed cat was retreating into the dark trees.
his eyes fell to his feet, wondering how he would deal with this. his stomach felt heavy, knowing he wouldn't let himself back down from a windclan challenge. his mind fell to the shadowclan leader. ivystar. from what he'd picked up from his patrols, the old leader had kicked the bucket, and ivycloud became ivystar. she was one amongst him now. maybe he could work something out with her before her son got word of this to the shadowclan leaders. turning his eyes back to the rolling hills of windclan, he let his tail fall to the ground.
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hades
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Post by hades on Aug 9, 2018 22:54:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & HERONSTAR | fiery YO! So, idk if you're a Star Trek fan, but I absolutely love how the dynamic of Kirk and Spock is kinda working for these two! All we need is a Medicine Cat to be our McCoy - which would be AMAZING btw, 'cause 'Are you out of your Fox-Brained mind' is totally something that needs to be said by a Medicine Cat to Heronstar... AT SOME POINT... also, sorry it's so short! I feel this thread can be drawn to a close, unless there is still more you're wanting to do?
Hairpelt glanced around the small den. He sniffed and turned a glance towards Sittingowl, his expression was all he needed to see. The hatred of foxes ran among all the clans, like a wildfire that was unstoppable. Each had their own way of dealing with foxes, as previously mentioned. If Sittingowl had had his way, he would have chased the whole family off their territory in the direction of the barn.
“Heronstar went this way.” Hairpelt mewed, heading in the direction of the ShadowClan border. Together they set off, and by this time the sun was rising higher in the sky at the normal rate of speed - though for Sittingowl it had already been a long day. Dawn was past, and Sun-High was beginning to press. They needed to find Heronstar before something happened. Like a monster came flying off the road, or worse.
Sittingowl shook his head to clear it as they followed the scent of the foxes, and their leader towards the Thunderpath. I hope nothing has happened to Heronstar… Sittingowl wasn’t ready for his leader to lose a life, and certainly not like this.
Hairpelt spotted Heronstar before Sittingowl. They had just missed the crossing of the pups, and Sittingowl was dismayed to see that one of them had not made it across the Thunderpath. The blue furred leader had his tail held low, and sympathy pinned itself to Sittingowl’s heart. It was never easy trying to decide what to do, especially in the aftermath of such an event like this.
“Did they make it?” Sittingowl asked. He avoided looking at the crushed kit on the black river that ran between the two territories. Hairpelt stood off to one side, his amber eyes watching his leader, waiting for a response. Sittingowl’s yellow ones - for a very brief moment - showed concern for his leader. “We drove the mother towards the farm, Hairpelt’s hunting patrol came along in time to help me drive it away...” He added, unable to sound hopeful. Heronstar’s gloom was noticeable, if even for a moment.
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fiery
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Post by fiery on Aug 10, 2018 19:33:36 GMT -5
when his deputy and another warrior came trotting into sight, heronstar let out another breath. his anxiety was eased, for the moment at least, with the knowledge that his deputy was safe.
though there was a great amount of heat bouncing from both of their slender bodies, a thorough sniffing of sittingowl's pelt provided heronstar with comfort, the deputy seeming generally unharmed.
the blue eyed leader flashed a glance at the crushed pup laying motionless in the road as sittingowl's eyes fell to it for a moment, before he met the two tom's faces again.
he nodded. harepelt was a reliable warrior, heronstar was glad he could count on him to assist sittingowl in such a dangerous situation.
"good job, harepelt. take it easy the rest of today, you've earned some relax time- tell your patrol the same." he dipped his head to the warrior before he spoke again, this time focusing on sittingowl. "they fled into shadowclan, only two left. you two, please keep the rest of the clan in the dark until i can figure out exactly what i'm going to do. i don't want this getting out to any of the other clans quite yet." he dipped his tail up and down, as some darker clouds rolled in on the early day sky. he was surprised, for he hadn't expected rain today and hadn't scented any on the wind this morning. they probably had enough time to shimmy back home before the ground became dappled with rain drops. "we should get going." the leader progressed from the road to his territory, diving into the heather slowly to make sure his warriors were with him, before kicking up speed to beat the grey clouds that were drifting near from a distance. he kept quite about spotting the shadowclan warrior, having a habit of keeping certain secrets to himself. he didn't think he was willing to speak of it, he didn't want to make this day any worse. he was already defying his own code, only a few moons into leadership, but the now sluggish warrior wanted only a few things; a fat hare, and a soft nest to snuggle into with the comfort of acornleaf.
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