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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 2, 2019 19:52:34 GMT -5
He had been a rogue for some time. Several moons now. He was not bitter with his Jarl, Sweetpine, for leading a mutiny against him. He knew that the ancients, while WinterClan's true ancestors, would be fighting a difficult battle to gain speed in the modern territories. Sitting just outside SunClan's territory, Leatherfern, as he had retaken his Prison Guard name, no longer smelling of the winter pine forest. Now carried a earthy warm scent to his pelt. He had spent the majority of his time along the SunClan border after all, he nearly smelled of them. He lay in a shrub waiting for a patrol to go by. Eventually Littlebird would wonder out.
"Go on ahead" she called to the warriors that had stopped to dig up the prey they had gathered on their hunting patrol. Littlebird was slowly regaining her strength after the difficult kitting, though she was still not at full strength. Her sides were sunken in, her coat was dull, and even this short patrol was enough to tire her out. The nutrients that the kits were taking from her, was taking a toll on her young body. Until they were eating solid food more readily, it would be difficult for her to recover fully. "You all have enough to carry, and I still need to gather some herbs"
She turned her back as the warriors went on their way. She listened to their footsteps as the faded into the distance, before laying down for a short rest. She wouldn't allow her warriors to see just how tired she was, but this patrol had pushed her to the limits of her strength.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 3, 2019 13:34:03 GMT -5
There she was. As beautiful as always. The exiled WinterClan leader arched his back in a stretch. His dark brown pelt heated by the suns gracious rays. His pelt had thinned exceedingly since his extended stay in the warmer territories. "It seems you are looking a bit worse for ware by dear." He meowed as he exited the brush to the small area where she rested. "Though as beautiful as ever."
She had just began to drift off to sleep when the familiar voice reached her ears. Her eyes slowly open to reveal the golden orbs underneath. She couldn't really believe her eyes at first, half believing that this was just a dream. The way the sunlight brought out the highlights in his sleek brown pelt seemed unreal, like the most ideal version of him.
She blinked, but the form before her didn't disappear. He didn't even smell the same but she couldn't ignore his presence any longer "You shouldn't be here" came her cold words a few moments after his. If another SunClan cat found him, she didn't doubt that his life would be forefit. Foxstar had already taken one of his lives for trespassing, and she didn't doubt that she would hesitate to take another. Then again last time he had appeared with a battalion in an attempt to wisk away their kits back to WinterClan.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 3, 2019 21:21:04 GMT -5
"Now now don't be like that Littlebird." he moved closer well aware of her lack of energy to really turn him away. He lowered himself near her head and gently rasped his tongue across her face and ears. "Has Skipstep not been keeping you groomed and fed?" He knew full well that the determined tom was doing much better than he wanted to admit. Littelbirds dull pelt and unkempt tufts were littlebird being stubborn. "I am not worried about being caught. My actions no longer share weight against an entire clan and Foxstar wouldn't even follow me across the territories."
Her ears went back against her head and he moved to groom her. As much as she wanted to swat at him, the exhaustion in her limbs prevailed. Even at full strength, it was doubtful that she could match his strength and stamina. Anger bubbled within her at his words, but so did relief. When she had heard that he had been dethroned, she couldn't help but wonder as to his fate.
"You are dangerously underestimating Foxstar" she replied, knowing full well the clan boundaries would never stand between her fiery leader and her goal. If she wanted him, she would get him one way or another. "You may not be the leader of WinterClan any longer, but that doesn't mean she won't see you as a danger. Especially after the stunt you pulled" she replied refering to the raid that he had attempted in order to steal back their kits. Foxstar had already taken one of his lives in retribution, and if she found him here again...
