- Nov 22, 2023
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There's a sense of deja vu brimming within Dimmingsun as he nears the ShadowClan border. Feels like he's been here just yesterday, led by Scorchstreak - now he gets to be the one leading the patrol, pawsteps slowing as the Thunderpath comes into view. What odd accusations would the frog-eaters be throwing at them today? Idly, he wonders if they'd even want to come and meet them; sunhigh is painting the divide between moor and forest with bright lights, driving all the shadows away. If they're lucky, they'd have a peaceful enough time. He's really not in the mood for any smart remarks about Snahehiss, or that they should go back and chase their fluffy rabbits, or dig some more underground.
Just when he's about to remind his patrol of the minimum - be civil, don't start fights, the usual -, he comes to an abrupt stop. Whether one of his Clanmates barrel into him or not doesn't matter; his body is frozen and will not budge. Ears swivel as they search and search.
Then, realization hits.
"Hide!" The order is quick, barked out before he really has time to think about it. It's most unlike a WindClanner to take cover when there is so little of it, and they seldom feel the need to anyway. Dimmingsun drops to the ground, as stealthy as a cat his size can be.
His eyes have narrowed to slits as he focuses on the scene before him. Now that he feels more secluded this close to the ground - thank StarClan there is something to hide behind, this close to the greenery -, he has time to really process what's going on.
There had been no way for the patrol to sense the Twolegs before they've seen them. The Thunderpath's stink makes sure of it. It's even stranger to see their furless, unprotected lanky bodies near the black strip of asphalt that's gotten so infamous for the danger it poses. Monsters whip back and forth, catching Dimmingsun's long fur and making him squint against its force, and yet the Twolegs remain where they are. They point their strange, elongated paws in every direction, tongues moving fast as they converse amongst themselves.
At least the cats haven't been spotted, but- "What are they doing?"
Just when he's about to remind his patrol of the minimum - be civil, don't start fights, the usual -, he comes to an abrupt stop. Whether one of his Clanmates barrel into him or not doesn't matter; his body is frozen and will not budge. Ears swivel as they search and search.
Then, realization hits.
"Hide!" The order is quick, barked out before he really has time to think about it. It's most unlike a WindClanner to take cover when there is so little of it, and they seldom feel the need to anyway. Dimmingsun drops to the ground, as stealthy as a cat his size can be.
His eyes have narrowed to slits as he focuses on the scene before him. Now that he feels more secluded this close to the ground - thank StarClan there is something to hide behind, this close to the greenery -, he has time to really process what's going on.
There had been no way for the patrol to sense the Twolegs before they've seen them. The Thunderpath's stink makes sure of it. It's even stranger to see their furless, unprotected lanky bodies near the black strip of asphalt that's gotten so infamous for the danger it poses. Monsters whip back and forth, catching Dimmingsun's long fur and making him squint against its force, and yet the Twolegs remain where they are. They point their strange, elongated paws in every direction, tongues moving fast as they converse amongst themselves.
At least the cats haven't been spotted, but- "What are they doing?"
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DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 33 MOONS✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´