January 4, 2020 at 11:16 pm #4605
“And remember, any stale Shadowclan scent is fine since they were staying with us, but report if you find something fresh.” Heronflight finished addressing the cats assembled for patrol in front of him. The bright morning light promised a warmer day than usual, and a sense of normalcy has made a smooth return to the RiverClan felines. “Feel free to hunt if you see an easy catch, but our first priority today is checking the borders.”
The grey tom blinked, leaving a moment for any questions or comments before the group set off towards the rapids at the northern border. If they left soon, they would make good time and hopefully return to camp by sunhigh to rest their paws after the trek over the territory. The company could certainly be worse– he was pleased in particular that Koipetal would be coming along, not that he would play favourites so obviously. It was nice to see his former apprentice having grown into his full status as a warrior.January 4, 2020 at 11:51 pm #4609PeachParticipant
What odd grouping…His gaze shifted between the other warriors joining them, none of which were his siblings. The three had been growing apart since the flooding but, it still felt odd to the tom not to have them by his side. Thankful he at least had Heronflight with him. If the others were not within earshot of the pair, Koipetal might have finally confided in his prior mentor. He’d always go to him whenever he felt troubled he just never voiced his feelings, he more so just sat closely to the tom, just having someone there helped. There was so much he had to say to the deputy, he just never found the right time.
His tufted ears sat upright on his cranium, listening intently to what Heronflight had to say. Shadowclan. His nose wrinkling at the thought of the odd clan, much like all of Riverclan, Koipetal was glad to finally be rid of them. Giving the deputy a quick nod to confirm he did indeed hear his instructions. His flashy ginger splotched white pelt was a few mere paces behind Heronflight the whole way, not being the tom to try and chit chat to make friends with the others in the group. He knew them all by name but that’s where their relationship stopped.January 5, 2020 at 3:12 pm #4622Hareflight [Mel]Participant
~ Creekfrost, RiverClan Warrior ~
Creekfrost sat in front of the deputy, ice blue eyes fixed attentively as he finished addressing the group. His whiskers twitched in understanding, and he rose to his paws, shaking out his thick fur. The sun hadn’t been up long, but already the day was warmer than most days during this colder season. If he were any other cat, he might have enjoyed the warmth, but Creekfrost wasn’t one to dwell on the little things. There were always more important things to be doing, after all.
Feathered tail swaying as he moved, the mottled grey tom followed after his deputy, sighing softly as he breathed in the fresh air. ShadowClan may not have been staying with them for a long time, but it had been long enough for their swampy scent to permeate every area of their camp. Now that they were gone, Creekfrost couldn’t deny that it was nice for the smell to finally be disappearing,
The group seemed to be rather quiet, but Creekfrost didn’t do anything to change this fact. Instead, he kept his cold, blue eyes fixed on the area around him as they traveled, ears pricked and jaws slightly ajar, making sure he would be aware of anything out of the ordinary. Every once in a while, he would glance around, silently making sure that everyone was with them — even if it wasn’t his job to do so.January 5, 2020 at 7:47 pm #4627FearedParticipant
Stormstride ~ RiverClan Warrior
A soft grunt left the warriors lips as he cleared his throat, chin tilting slightly as his light green colored eyes flickered towards the patrol that was now gathering at the edge of the clearing, a few tail lengths away from the exit of camp. Apparently he had been called for this patrol, must have missed that call, no matter. He was here anyways, avoiding Heronflight’s obvious stare of disapproval. Good thing, Stormstride didn’t mind. He was a tall and slightly broad tomcat, thick dark grey fur covered his body, while his chest, throat, toes, and a small splotch on his upper lip was graced in ivory white fur. Making his way past Koipetal, he certainly wasn’t in the mood to sit beside a young adolescent that couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Heronflight. How… cringy. He thought silently to himself, looking away from the golden and white splotched tomcat before he settled down beside Creekfrost. He knew of the Tom but never really held a conversation with him.
“Well, I for one am rather glad the stench of ThunderClan is finally beginning to fade.” He snickered softly, loud enough to be heard but not too loud as to be disrespectful to the others. Slowly he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, silently irritated that he didn’t get to eat something at least before he was dragged onto a patrol. Oh well, perhaps he would find some time to snag a small fish… or two. Standing up with the other toms of the patrol, he briefly glanced over his shoulder for a glance of his Littermate, Snowbound, the deaf Tom was always a little hesitant whenever he left. Not seeing his brother, caused him to snort softly for a moment before he quickly allowed his attention to land on the other cats of his patrol, quickening his pace to keep up. Clearing his throat once more, he kept slightly behind Creekfrost as he looked around briefly.
Slowly he yawned, groaning slightly as he cleared his throat and blinked his eyes a couple of times to clear the water in his eyes. “Today would be a good day for a sun bathe.” He commented, briefly looking up towards the sky as he noticed that the sun was beginning to rise in the clear blue sky, small wisps of white clouds splotched the blue sky here and there. Perhaps that’s why today was a bit warmer than usual in the cold season, causing him to grin before he looked back towards the cats in front of him. A bunch of quiet and gloomy looking toms. He thought absentmindedly to himself, rather amused with that factor as he started to hum quietly to himself, while rubbing his pelt against a boulder to leave his scent behind.January 5, 2020 at 8:59 pm #4629
With no questions from the others, Heronflight rose silently and set off, his long legs carrying him in a swift lope. There was no point dawdling in the heart of the territory, and he lead the others due north until the sound of running water could be heard in the distance. His companions didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic, but this didn’t seem worth considering an issue. As long as the mandatory obligations were completed properly, the enthusiasm wasn’t a real concern. There would be time for everyone to relax or whatever they’d like afterwards.
Slowly slightly and scenting the air once the riverbed was in view, there initially didn’t seem to be any issues. Picking his way along the edge of the stream as the others scented fitting markers along the way, it wasn’t until he’d nearly walked over a small pile of thin bones that Heronflight stopped.
Between his paws, a shiny pile of scales and some cracked fishbones left abandoned on a smooth rock. His first thought was a wayward apprentice had likely eaten while on hunting duty, but as he leaned down to try and identify the culprit an unexpected scent caught him off guard.
ThunderCalan. Pelt bristling as he hissed indignantly, the tom looked up sharply and recalled the others with a curt meow. Useless to explain when the evidence of the infringement was obvious to anyone with a set of eyes and nose, he still made the obligatory statement of the obvious. “ThunderClan has hunted on our territory.” he stated flatly, though the ire in his tone was unmistakable. There was something about the scent that was familiar, beyond the unpleasant musk most of the forest cats seemed to have clinging to them.January 8, 2020 at 9:42 am #4643PeachParticipant
The young warrior hardly had time to depart from the group on his own when the sound of the familiar voice pulled him back in. Turning back towards his deputy, traveling in a small trot back to him, “Thunderclan?” His head tilting the longer he thought about it. Whiskers twitching as he leaned down to catch the smell himself, “Why would they bother hunting on our side? They literally have the exact same river as us on their side.” The confused tom eyed the others for answers.
Walking over towards the river dipping in of his paws into the cold water, quacking pulling it out, shaking the water off his fur. His piercing blue eyes studying the water, no clear way to cross the water without traveling through it. “I wouldn’t even want to swim in this water, I don’t know any Thunderclan born cat who’d be dumb enough to not only risk drowning but also freezing.” His face whipping around as he looked for confirmation from his previous mentor. The sudden realization that he spoke this thoughts aloud in front of the whole patrol making the tom feel self-conscious, his body pulling into itself trying to make himself appear smaller.January 8, 2020 at 8:47 pm #4652Hareflight [Mel]Participant
~ Creekfrost, RiverClan Warrior ~
The grey blotched tom took a couple steps towards the rock that the fish were laying on, sniffing them himself. As Koipetal spoke, his icy gaze fixed on him, whiskers twitching in interest. Creekfrost watched the younger warrior shrink down, and raised an eyebrow, half of his mouth curling up as he spoke. “You’re right, Koipetal.” He said simply, gazing at the others before continuing. “No ThunderClan born cat would be dumb enough.” Creekfrost rumbled, eyes moving past everyone to stop on Heronflight. He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully at the deputy before going quiet once more and taking a few steps back, but his tail lashed. Rogues didn’t have a single moral bone in their body. Some who joined the Clans spent much of their lives adapting to Clan life and could succeed well – such as their own leader. However, others refused to adapt, instead believing that they were superior to the Clan cats. And those were exactly the types of cats who would do something like this. He growled under his breath, his pale blue eyes flickering across the river, as if he expected the new ThunderClan ‘deputy’ to walk out from the trees at any moment.January 9, 2020 at 8:00 pm #4659FearedParticipant
Stormstride ~ RiverClan Warrior
He was absolutely miserable around these three tomcats, everyone was so serious and in a way they needed to be, but they were all so tense with their mission to the border. Someone could at least crack a smile. The large grey and white tomcat thought miserably to himself, glancing towards the other cats within the patrol. Heronflight was usually high strung and kind of kept to himself unless he wanted someone to do something. Koipetal was tied so tightly around Heronflight’s ankle that it was obvious to him at least that the younger Tom had feelings for their deputy. Although, perhaps it was just easy for him him to pick it out. Creekfrost just seemed like a quiet and serious tomcat that usually kept to himself, somewhat like Heronflight, but in Stormstride’s opinion Creekfrost was more appealing to gaze upon.
Grunting he glanced away from the tomcats, pale green eyes flickering along the thick ledges that lined the border of ThunderClan, his nose tickling with the musky and dirt scent of the woodland cats. Scrunching his nose up in disgust, he looked away from the tall trees, ears standing upright when he heard Heronflight speak about bones of a fish that stank of ThunderClan. Raising an eyebrow for a moment as he listened to his comrades, Koipetal was right that no ThunderClan cat would dare swim in the river just to get to their side. Although, as he surveyed the river he made a grunting noise and twitched his whiskers for a moment. “I normally would agree with you there, Koipetal. However, look at the current. The current runs downriver, but on the ThunderClan side of the river there are a few rugged and sharp rocks in the way.” He commented, trotting forwards to sniff at the bones of the fish. “If a Thunderclanner wanted to hunt for fish, it would be a lot easier and safer to do so on our side. But… the only thing I can notice is that the fish isn’t that fresh but the scent of the Thunderclanner is even staler.” He commented, eyeing the bones and scales before he took a step back looking towards Heronflight, Koipetal, and Creekfrost. Ultimately, Heronflight would be the cat to report this to Wisteriastar but each of them seemed to have certain reservations about this.January 9, 2020 at 9:33 pm #4670
“Oh, of course.” Heronflight muttered, tail flicking angrily as the prompt from Creekfrost brought the name up from his memory to match the scent on the fish. However, he also nodded in acknowledgement to the input from Stormstride—the situation was a little more than unusual. “Just typical. Well, I’ll bring them back for Wisteriastar. It wouldn’t surprise me if ThunderClan’s wonderful deputy thought this would be a cute joke.”
Bending to take some of the bones in his mouth—he’d leave some just in case carrying them ruined what was left of the scent—Heronflight took what he could carry before looking around once more to double check the area. Then, once again setting a quick pace, he led the small patrol back towards camp sooner than any of them had anticipated.
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Arriving at the entrance, the grey warrior was relieved to see their leader heading towards her den, her elegant calico pattern easy to pick out even from a distance. A few pairs of curious eyes turned at the early return of the group, but there was still no real sense of alarm.
He’d had time to stew over what might’ve happened while making the return journey, and with things not adding up the way they should the tom was still very much inclined to believe that regardless of how it had happened, Thunderclan at the very least crossed the border and investigated the leftovers. At worst, Krass had hunted the fish herself while in RiverClan territory.
Setting the bones down before the molly, Heronflight dipped his head briefly before launching into an explanation. “We found bones on the RiverClan side of the border at the rapids, and both Creekfrost and I recognize Krass’ scent on them. I believe she’s hunted this herself, it would make the most sense.”January 9, 2020 at 9:50 pm #4671JetstreamParticipant
– W I S T E R I A S T A R –
The RiverClan leader was just retiring to her den for the night, as even though she had sent out the last border patrol of the day, she didn’t feel the need to wait up for them to return before she went to bed. Her trusted deputy, Heronflight, was leading it himself and she didn’t have to think twice about leaving those warriors to him or doubt his ability to put the rest of the Clan’s responsibilities away for the night either. However, her line of pawsteps was abruptly interrupted as she caught scent of the grey tom and his patrol returning to camp. Taken off-guard, Wisteriastar paused and turned right back around to greet the returning warriors from the border patrol before she decided to finally end her night. She was just about to give them a lively greeting back home when she caught the serious air Heronflight and the rest of the warriors honed about them and it made her shoulders droop slightly as she listened quietly to the accusations he gave her as to what he believed when it came to the discussion of the found fish bones.
“Heronflight,” The calico feline began gently, glancing at him and then the returned border patrol warriors in turn, “These are serious accusations. I know that Kass caused a disruption at the last Gathering and that a lot of you have a reason to doubt her, but I really don’t believe that she would do this.” Her tone of voice was sympathetic to the worries of her clanmates, but also solid in her belief in Kass’s character and that she truly held the benefit of the doubt for ThunderClan’s new deputy. She shook her head. “Are you sure about this?”January 12, 2020 at 7:48 pm #4691
“Mostly.” Heronflight admitted, wishing that the evidence was more certain but still confident in his assumptions. “I don’t see how her scent could be on them, in our territory, if she hadn’t at least been trespassing. She doesn’t follow The Code, Wisteriastar.”
The accusation he was making, he knew, could lead to serious complications between the two clans if Wisteriastar pursued it. War during leaf-bare was a serious issue, but so was stealing prey. In the end, the decisions would come down to their leader– and he hoped she would at least take some kind of investigation to this. Something, truly, was not right. Though others might be capable of it, he himself was not able to offer the benefit of the doubt so easily. The rogue held the warrior code in contempt, and it seemed justified to him to hold her accountable for anything suspicious she was involved in.
Knowing how stubborn the leader was, however, and that going against her authority was a surefire way to ruin his position in the matter, he held his tongue after saying his piece.January 12, 2020 at 7:59 pm #4692JetstreamParticipant
– W I S T E R I A S T A R –
The calico warrior let out a haggard sigh, after seeing the sure stare her deputy gave her, she didn’t feel like she could sweep aside the accusations he led so easily. “Alright,” She conceded. “I still don’t believe that this is a situation that requires necessary action, but… I will do what I can to assure you and the rest of RiverClan that Kass is innocent. You and I will take two other warriors to go speak to Hollystar about what we’ve found, perhaps she can offer an explanation.” The RiverClan leader took a glance around the clearing once more. “Sootstain, Yellowtail. You two are coming with.” Wisteriastar gave a wave of her tail and then she turned, leading her patrol out of camp and on their way to ThunderClan.
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