- Jun 7, 2022
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The morning comes cold and clear, though the sun is not warm enough nor high enough to melt away last night’s frost. The forest gleams with silver as pale light illuminates frigid foliage. Frozen leaves and pine needles crunch beneath Blazestar’s massive paws; every twenty minutes or so, he turns to peer over his shoulder and check on his patrolmates. Patrols to the unmarked border are relatively quiet, normally—there are no Clan cats passing through to mark their territory, after all. The lands beyond are sparsely populated, likely because of an astonishing lack of prey. This far out, Blazestar scents very little beyond the clear, cold morning… and a vague, irritatingly familiar scent that causes his pawsteps to slow.
“Wait. Halt.” His breath plumes before his face. He raises his tail in a stiff gesture, tasting the air again and then closing his mouth with the click of his teeth together. “That’s the scent those rogues who invaded our camp had on their pelts,” he murmurs. It’s sour, unwashed and with a core of crowfood at its heart. Should they journey further, would they find further signs of the rogues lingering at SkyClan’s borders? He gives the tip of his tail a terse flick, gesturing his patrol forward.
[ @GREENEYES @CHRYSALISWING @falconpaw! but open to loners not in the Twolegplace or the Horseplace! ]
“Wait. Halt.” His breath plumes before his face. He raises his tail in a stiff gesture, tasting the air again and then closing his mouth with the click of his teeth together. “That’s the scent those rogues who invaded our camp had on their pelts,” he murmurs. It’s sour, unwashed and with a core of crowfood at its heart. Should they journey further, would they find further signs of the rogues lingering at SkyClan’s borders? He gives the tip of his tail a terse flick, gesturing his patrol forward.
[ @GREENEYES @CHRYSALISWING @falconpaw! but open to loners not in the Twolegplace or the Horseplace! ]
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