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Phoenixpaw was on a mission. She knew for one reason or another her mentor had his eyes on NightClan. More importantly on getting into NightClan.
And since she was one of three apprentices under Darksonata. She couldn't afford to fall behind as the newest to desire to be taken under his wing.
So she would simply prove that she was worthy!
Which she would accomplish by gathering intel.
Fortunately with how quickly day turned to night with the solstice fast approaching, Phoenixpaw knew she was bound to find some NightClan cats patrolling.
Unlike DayClan, NightClan actually patrolled like sane cats.
So if she waited long enough and spied from her absolutely amazing hiding place, she was bound to get information.
Plus it wasn't like she was actually in NightClan territory so what were they going to do? Hiss at her to get away from the border. She was on her territory.
Still she'd already been here since the sun went down, were NightClan cats slow risers? With how long the nights were now she'd imagined they'd be taking advantage of it to get moving due to how cold it was.
Or at least Phoenixpaw hoped some cat would show up soon, her tail was freezing.
Violetridge wondered, not for the first time, what it was like to live in a clan where the sun shone. His short fur was fluffed up against the uncomfortable chill in the air as he plodded along the border, dutifully checking his section. Technically, he was on patrol with Floodfate and Seawatch, but the three toms were not very talkative, and they had reached a mutual agreement to split up and each patrol a different segment of the border. So here he was, cold and alone, and honestly, that was probably for the best.
But still. It would be nice to go on a patrol with the sun shining and his fur warm and his paws weren't brittle and icy.
He paused along the SunClan border and stared over it longingly, his dark brown paws shifting. The sand looked comforting. This early in the night, would it still be warm beneath his paws? He was so tempted to find out.
