- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ Racing across the moor is a strange feeling. The wind, warm and stifling, bristles through cropped fur and carries with it the scent of smoke. Dappled paws race over dry grass instead of damp dirt, and it feels somehow even more wrong than the fact that she is leading an enemy clan’s patrol into the heart of WindClan territory. Leading RiverClan directly to their camp seems a bad idea, but what else is she to do? Fires rage around them, closer now to camp than they had been when she’d left, and smoke chokes the air out of her lungs in the same way that her running does.
"Hang back a bit," she says to the RiverClanners as they draw nearer to camp. The guards stationed outside are offered a dip of her head and a short explanation as she passes them by, and then she steps through the heather tunnel.
She is a poor substitute for their sunlit leader, her pelt more akin to the flame that ruins their land and threatens their home. She feels set adrift without leadership, surely the same as the rest of her clanmates, but still she raises her voice to make her announcement. "WindClan. Our territory is on fire. Our camp is in danger. Our escape routes are blocked. But there is still an option." She pauses, taking a moment to choose her next words carefully. The warriors here will surely have a multitude of things to say about this, about her, but she can only hope that they will see reason. She would not blame them for adverse reactions—she has brought their judgment upon herself. She casts a swift glance to the RiverClan cats. "I would not have chosen this if we had another, safer option. But RiverClan…" the calico allows for any shouting to die down before she presses on. "RiverClan has agreed to help us. Our most vulnerable clanmates will take shelter across the river. Injured warriors, queens, kits, and elders. All of you, get ready to move."
Golden eyes seek out Rattleheart in the crowd, and then Periwinklebreeze. Her fellow lead warriors, each with their own reasons to acquiesce. But she does not dare look for her mate, could never stand to see disappointment or anger directed toward her from Bluepool’s eyes. Then she returns to the camp’s entrance, gesturing for the RiverClanners to enter.
"Hang back a bit," she says to the RiverClanners as they draw nearer to camp. The guards stationed outside are offered a dip of her head and a short explanation as she passes them by, and then she steps through the heather tunnel.
She is a poor substitute for their sunlit leader, her pelt more akin to the flame that ruins their land and threatens their home. She feels set adrift without leadership, surely the same as the rest of her clanmates, but still she raises her voice to make her announcement. "WindClan. Our territory is on fire. Our camp is in danger. Our escape routes are blocked. But there is still an option." She pauses, taking a moment to choose her next words carefully. The warriors here will surely have a multitude of things to say about this, about her, but she can only hope that they will see reason. She would not blame them for adverse reactions—she has brought their judgment upon herself. She casts a swift glance to the RiverClan cats. "I would not have chosen this if we had another, safer option. But RiverClan…" the calico allows for any shouting to die down before she presses on. "RiverClan has agreed to help us. Our most vulnerable clanmates will take shelter across the river. Injured warriors, queens, kits, and elders. All of you, get ready to move."
Golden eyes seek out Rattleheart in the crowd, and then Periwinklebreeze. Her fellow lead warriors, each with their own reasons to acquiesce. But she does not dare look for her mate, could never stand to see disappointment or anger directed toward her from Bluepool’s eyes. Then she returns to the camp’s entrance, gesturing for the RiverClanners to enter.