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The night was growing late when the ginger tom slid out of the medicine cat's den, lowered halfway to the ground with his ears back, alert eyes dissecting the camp for a sign of movement. When he was nearly certain there weren't many cats looking around, not enough to notice or care about the escaping healer, he made a break for the entrance and hurried out into the cold night air. It was dark out, unusual for the medicine cats to be out and about, but this was important. He climbed the hills and off toward the patch of forest.
Brakewings slowed not too far away, weaving into the trees and seeking out a cluster of dark-berried bushes. Red berries, so there was a good chance these ones were toxic. He sat back heavily on his haunches, squinting at them and trying to decide. He'd come out tonight so there'd be less chance of running into another cat while he was here, not really thinking about the fact the darkness would make him even more suspicious if he was caught.
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Oct 26, 2019 11:32:25 GMT -5
It was becoming a typical routine for the anxious ginger tom to take nightly walks. He enjoyed being alone and escaping from the busy clan life. He was a loner and preferred to watch clan life take place in front of him and take no part in it. However, the clan demanded he take part in patrols and hunting which meant there never seemed time to escape during the day. So, it had come about that the tom would take nightly walks whilst gazing up at the stars and moon. Nothing unusual or interesting ever happened on these nightly walks but little did the tom know, tonight would be the change of that.
Heartbeat was minding his own business, wandering along, humming to himself when the scent of another cat washed over him. Quickly, he ducked down, not wanting to be spotted. He couldn't stand having to talk to another cat. These were his nightly walks; they were not meant to be disturbed. However, his curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked out from behind his hiding spot. And oh boy, did he get a shock! It just so happened that he had stumbled into Brakewings mca of DayClan. What was the cat doing out at night? Interest swelled inside of Heartbeat.
Brakewings swiped one of the berries off the low branch and held it facing upward in his paw, bright and juicy against his dark pads. It certainly looked appealing, even though he didn't like the taste of berries. "What do you think?" he mused aloud. Brakewings was aware no other cats were around to hear him, but he'd taken to talking to himself. He was used to having his spirit guide nearby and even when she wasn't there he sometimes spoke to her like she was. "I don't want to give anyone the wrong berry by accident.... then I'd be no better than my sister." He shook his head. His sister, the medicine cat apprentice before him, had been greatly loved but destined for terrible things. She had never known.
He crushed the berry beneath his paw and sniffed the juice, then separated one of the seeds with his paws. Nosing through it left his muzzle and paws stained a dark red. He tasted it tentatively as he straightened up. "It doesn't taste that poisonous."
