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The hillside was covered in a layer of thick undergrowth, with weeds, bushes and ivy growing together across the slope like a plush green blanket; perfect for a patrol of cats to sneak around, leaving the herds of twolegs around them completely unaware of their presence. A trio of solemn poplar trees stood together at the top of the small hill with old, weather-beaten trucks stretching high above their heads. Their branches, swaying with bright leaves, rustled loudly in the wind, in a way echoing the music of the crashing waves only a few fox-lengths away.
Mudthistle tensed as a twoleg moved a bit too close to the spot where she was hiding, and let out a shaky breath as they passed by. Glancing over her shoulder, the brown havana forced herself to relax upon seeing the Deputy and the rest of the Redguard crouching behind her. In the back of her mind, she remembered the mission assigned to them by Ratstar just that morning: "Warriors have been tellin' me that twolegs are showin' up by the Southern Sea in droves. It's gettin' too dangerous down by the thunderpath. I need y'all t' see what they're up to, and deduce how big of a threat we're dealin' with."
The she-cat had been hesitant to join the patrol at first; she had been a queen for the past six moons, and her kits still hadn't been made apprentices yet. However, her determination to get out of camp and prove herself as a useful member of Summerclan again eventually won out. She only hoped Crimsonlife wouldn't freak out too much when he came back from his hunting patrol only to find her missing. From where the patrol was hidden, she could hear the roaring of the waves just out of sight, as well as the chatter of the twolegs on the shoreline.
"Alright..." she mewed, her voice just barely audible to her clanmates. "How do we want to handle this?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 6, 2020 18:50:34 GMT -5
Ravenmask had been itching for awhile to visit the southern sea again and was thrilled to be on this mission. He wondered at first about Mudthistle joining this one since she was technically still a queen. She hadn't been patrolling for the last several months so he figured she'd be out of practice. I hope she can carry her own weight, he thought as he cast a glance her way. She seems awfully skittish.
"I think we should stick together and stay out of sight," he meowed. "And try to figure out what all these twolegs are up to." From his vantage point he could see several milling about the shore, both adults and kits.
When Windyhurricane was made a red guard he inferred that meant they were going to color him, but when that happened he began looking for whoever this Red guy was. Now that he was crouched down beside the deputy and other red guard members he was starting to realize that they were the people that went on important missions? He still wasn't sure, but at this point he was in way too deep to ask. Plus when was this Red guy going to show up?
"How do we want to handle this?"
Windyhurricane perked up, oh maybe they had to pretend to be kittypets!
"I think we should stick together and stay out of sight,"
Oh, no, no, that way better. Stick together and... Rats, he forgot the last part already. Oh well, it was probably not too important.
"Sounds great Ravenface," Windyhurricane agreed in a hushed tone. He had been a member of SummerClan for moons now, but still could not remember anyone's name to save his life.
The tom watched the twolegs interact with one another on the shoreline. It had been a long time since Asher had seen a twoleg so seeing them brought back memories of his time as a kittypet. He remembered on hot days, they would leave and come back layer in the day with sand on their bodies and in their hair. Back then, he didn't know what it was they were doing while they were way, but now it makes sense.
"I agree with Ravenmask," he started to say, "But I think I know what they're doing." He couldnt place a name to the activity buy he could describe it well enough. "When I was kittypet my-, I mean, the twolegs would good this whenever it was hot outside. I think it might be their way of cooling of their bodies."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 6, 2020 19:54:20 GMT -5
"Ravenmask," the dark grey tom muttered to Windyhurricane under his breath then listened to what Asher had to say.
"That makes sense," he replied. "But then again, you'd think they'd be cooler already with their furless bodies." He thought of his own warm fur. Sometimes he cursed it during Greenleaf but thanked StarClan for the warmth it gave him during the cold weather.
Asher shrugged. "You would think that but they're weird. It could be something they do for fun like how we lay in the sun or go swimming," he suggested. It seemed a bit of a stretch that twolegs understood the concept of fun but that could be exactly that. "I'm curious, though. They're not bothering us or are even paying attention to us, so why are we here?" he questioned. "I assume we don't want to bring any unwanted attention to ourselves so it seems a bit odd that there are so many of us here at home time."
"I mean if you feel there's too many of us you're welcome to leave," Markedpelt offered to Asher whiskers twitching as he moved to better consider the twolegs. "And its better they spot us SummerClan's best of the best than say a group of curious apprentices who strayed too close. We need to get a feel for how far into our territory the twolegs are going, and if they do spot us we react accordingly. We got this." Markedpelt meowed confidently.
Since he no longer had the weight of the clan on his shoulders, thank StarClan for small blessings. Markedpelt's confidence had returned and the dark brown tabby tom was eager to take part, his claws kneading the ground underneath him ears pricked forward and eyes bright as he waited for the others to weigh in.
"Oh thank STARCLAN, I was getting really hot out here, I'll see you guys back at camp, take one for the team," Windyhurricane said as he turned around to excuse himself from their hiding place.
If there was ever a classic example of a WinterClan cat, Windyhurricane was it. He had thick long heavy grey fur that was made to look even huger by the large cloud of knots and tangled pieces of nature debris he had along his pelt. Truly it was a miracle that he didn't somehow pass out from the sun in SummerClan. Although personality wise he seemed to exhibit zero of WinterClan's common traits of hostility, coldness, or stoic nature.
Asher shook his head and sighed. "Well, I'm already here. There's no point in turning back now," he responded reluctantly. "I just want to know what the end goal is here. We know, er- rather I know, twolegs move around a lot so who's to say this is the only place they could be the only place they'll be found." He considered his next words for a moment. "May I make a suggestion?" he asked the party.
"Don't you dare blow our cover, you mousebrained furball!"
Despite almost being finished with her duties as a Queen, Mudthistle still had a mother's temper in her as she lunged forward, grabbing Windyhurricane by the scruff - or whatever constituted for a scruff in his mess of fur, leaves, and other assorted things tangled up in his pelt - and hauled him back into the group as if he were a naughty kit. She pinned him down by his shoulder with her paw, almost immediately composing herself as she regarded Asher. "The floor is yours," she meowed evenly. "But if I may say something first, the reason we're out here may not exactly be clear to those of you who are new to Summerclan. But this..." Her long brown tail gestured to the metaphorical sea of twolegs on the other side of the foliage. "This isn't normal. I have lived in Summerclan my entire life, and I have never seen this many twolegs on our land before. The discovery of the Southern Sea summoned them here, and I want to know why. I want to know if my kits will be safe."
"Twolegs do many weird things, but this is not out of the normal for them. I can't say that they won't be here for a while but I can say that they will eventually leave. That is, if they don't have a nest made here," he said to Mudthistle. "May I suggest that we mark this section off limits, at least for the meantime?" In the moment, it sounded like a good idea, but in practice, it was easier said than done. "And also, if it is completely necessary to come to the part of the territory, have cats come in pairs."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 9, 2020 15:11:12 GMT -5
Ravenmask watched Mudthistle take down Windyhurricane and agreed with what she had done. "The Red Guard doesn't need any cat without a backbone in our group," he meowed to Windyhurricane. "So you better decide if you want to be a part of us."
Then turning to Asher, he replied, "Let's leave a border maker from here to here," he suggested by motioning his tail along a stretch several fox lengths long. "Then let's move farther west to see if twolegs are on that part of the shore too." He hoped they wouldn't be. It would be nice to have some shoreline to themselves without having to worry about twolegs spoiling it for them.
"woah!" Windyhurricane said as he was whirled back over by Mudthistle.
"Ha, classic Ravenbask. You know you remind me of my mentor Frostcloud. She was always saying stuff like, stop running away from fights, don't eat that, clean up your fur, spit that out. Uh, good times," He reminisced fondly, "OH, but hey, since we're talking strategy. I was thinking. What if we all dress up as seaweed monsters and chase them out. I accidentally got seaweed all over me and really scared Thistlepaw, I think it would work!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 9, 2020 15:53:01 GMT -5
Life was too short to get his tail in a twist over this, Ravenmask thought. Perhaps all this Red Guard stuff is making me too serious. He gave a shake of his grey and black fur in an effort to dispel his mood. Where was the fun-loving cat he had been before joining the Red Guard? I've got to chill a bit. He was glad Windyhurricane didn't get mad at his comment. It actually seemed to make him happy bringing back fond memories of his apprentice days.
"I think you would make a great seaweed monster," he commented, "but to be honest, I don't think anything can scare away twolegs."
"Oh... Okay!" Windyhurricane chirped, taking the disappointment that seaweed monsters couldn't drive two-legs away fairly well. He had never even seen a two-leg before now. Back in WinterClan two-legs would never visit them, but here they looked almost common. He always heard they were friendly, at least from what he could gather from gatherings when ex kittypets would talk about them.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 2, 2020 14:37:39 GMT -5
"I think we've done what we could for now," Ravenmask said as he looked out at the crowd of twolegs. "We should probably head back home and report our findings to Ratstar." To him it seemed pointless to stay any longer. These twolegs would only leave when they wanted to.
