// prompt: a fallen pinecone
Set before the Sunningrocks battle
Apprentice tag @sloepaw @PEBBLEPAW @RAGWORTPAW
The news of her granddaughter’s disappearance weighs heavy on her mind. She can’t rest, can’t settle not knowing Howlpaw’s whereabouts. She knows it’s unlikely that the girl even crossed into the oak forest, but she couldn’t ignore that nagging voice that told her what if? So Flycatcher had done his duty, sent out search patrols on her orders. SkyClanner or not, that’s her kin.
The leader herself guides a patrol down the SkyClan patrol, eyes peeled for any strand of brown and ginger fur, any trace of the apprentice’s sappy scent. She’s clearly agitated, evident in the way her pluming tail lashes back and forth, back and forth. Her ears are pinned sideways as she rakes her narrowed gaze across the land, and as she continues to walk with her clanmates who volunteered to help her, her paw knocks lightly against something.
She peers down at the object, blinking. At her paw is a cone, fallen from one of the trees across the border. When she sees it, out of place in the oak forest yet naturally there nonetheless, she feels a tugging at her heart. It’s a reminder that with two of her grandchildren in the neighboring clan, there would always be a part of her that felt entwined with them. They were there through no fault of their own, torn from their family by the code. But no matter what, Howlpaw and Fireflypaw would always have that connection to Howlingstar, to ThunderClan.
“Keep searching,” She declares, lifting her voice to look back at her fellow warriors as well as her apprentices. “Leave no stone unturned on this border.”
Set before the Sunningrocks battle
Apprentice tag @sloepaw @PEBBLEPAW @RAGWORTPAW
The news of her granddaughter’s disappearance weighs heavy on her mind. She can’t rest, can’t settle not knowing Howlpaw’s whereabouts. She knows it’s unlikely that the girl even crossed into the oak forest, but she couldn’t ignore that nagging voice that told her what if? So Flycatcher had done his duty, sent out search patrols on her orders. SkyClanner or not, that’s her kin.
The leader herself guides a patrol down the SkyClan patrol, eyes peeled for any strand of brown and ginger fur, any trace of the apprentice’s sappy scent. She’s clearly agitated, evident in the way her pluming tail lashes back and forth, back and forth. Her ears are pinned sideways as she rakes her narrowed gaze across the land, and as she continues to walk with her clanmates who volunteered to help her, her paw knocks lightly against something.
She peers down at the object, blinking. At her paw is a cone, fallen from one of the trees across the border. When she sees it, out of place in the oak forest yet naturally there nonetheless, she feels a tugging at her heart. It’s a reminder that with two of her grandchildren in the neighboring clan, there would always be a part of her that felt entwined with them. They were there through no fault of their own, torn from their family by the code. But no matter what, Howlpaw and Fireflypaw would always have that connection to Howlingstar, to ThunderClan.
“Keep searching,” She declares, lifting her voice to look back at her fellow warriors as well as her apprentices. “Leave no stone unturned on this border.”
