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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 16:52:05 GMT -5
Springlockedgrave was inwardly glad that they'd pulled out of the alliance when they did. Not only because of the drain on the clan itself, but she'd started hearing about how the rescue went down, how fighting had broken out before reinforcements arrived to rescue DayClan and SpringClan. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if BrookClan and NightClan had remained, but maybe it would have, and a full out war between seven clans would have been disastrous, to say the least.
No, instead, the she-cat didn't have to worry about the injuries, and even though it was cold, the Vrachii, dare she say it, was almost bored. Her stores were stocked, the clan was healthy as it could be this time of year, so she had some time to herself. This, naturally, was spent wandering the territory, away from everyone, though she could hear the voices in her mind warning her that it wouldn't last, and the watch her back, lest her kits be sneaking up on her. A normal day for her, though most would have considered it quite bizarre.
Momo had shared the same thoughts the Springlockedgrave seemed to be thinking. The alliance had been taking a toll on the Clan, though she knew better than to say anything. She was naive and overly optimistic, but she wasn't stupid. She'd ent along with anything. Trusted in the Tsar and the other cats that made the decisions to ensure their safety and wellbeing. So when the news had been announced that BookClan would be withdrawing Momo had let out a relieved breath that she hadn't even known she'd been holding.
Now the cream coloured she-cat could put her attention back towards hunting and patrolling the territory as she'd always done, but she had less to worry about any of the other Clans attacking because of the alliance. While she was still alert, she no longer felt trapped in her own territory, and it was a welcomed feeling to no longer have the pressure. Momo was currently along the outer perimeter of the territory. She had tracked a hare around there before she'd lost it and was now circling around and backtracking to see if she could relocate the prey. She'd been sniffing around a bush when she'd noticed the Vrachii just out of the corner of her vision. Her tail swayed and her nose twitched as she wondered if she should approach the she-cat or stay in pursuit of the hare she'd lost.
