- Nov 27, 2023
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Secure our territory. Sunstar's decree rings through Slateheart's head as he leads his patrol through the moorland and past Fourtrees. Perhaps he should feel special leading this patrol as his new rank - a lead warrior. But it feels no different than last time. Unlike Dimmingsun, he finds he does not easily lose his level head to the power he now holds. Instead, he feels almost.. lethargic.
At least his first task is to lead a border patrol, and to ThunderClan of all Clans. The one Clan he held the least apprehension for, and received less all the same. There was nothing quite like meeting an opposing patrol at the borders of ShadowClan and RiverClan to hear the hatred spew from their mouths meant for someone else. As the head of the patrol, it all fell to him; and stars, was it draining. At least ThunderClan, save for their apprentices as of late, had the decency to hold their tongues.
Slateheart does not tell his warriors to mind their own like he had in the past. He does not expect trouble out of ThunderClan today, but will not stop his fiery warriors from defending themselves in these times. As they near the path that separates the two Clans, however, distant voices ring through the air, nonsensical and ear-grating. Slateheart, after his time in the Twoleg encampment, knows it all too well.
"Here," He hisses to his patrol with a raised tail to signal their stop. Creeping forward to investigate, sheltered by the slight slope leading up to the path, he can make out the Twoleg figures about. A small group of them - some up and chattering around a white, four-legged surface cluttered with a stack of red cylinders and water, and a few lounging in the grass on checkered pelts. The path, once plain and defined, has been marked and scored by lines and odd scribblings, and is now lined by sticks and what he assumes to be brightly colored vines.
Slateheart grits his teeth at the sight. Of all the ways a group of Twolegs could spend their time, this was the hardest to wrap his head around. But yet, unlike his first encounter with a Twoleg at this same border before the fires, he senses no urgency in their voices, and no confusion for their being here. They seem relaxed and energetic, especially so as he sees a Twoleg or two jog down the marked path.
"We'll mark further back today," he mumbles to his patrol. While the Twolegs are distracted, giving the cats an advantage, he knows the strength of their paws and the terror they bring when they see a cat they want. Though Firefang and Goldenstrike may be able to escape their grasp, Beepaw and Mouseflight - small as they were - would not stand a chance.
// patrol tags: @Beepaw @Goldenstrike @Mouseflight @Firefang (+ @HEATHERPAW )
At least his first task is to lead a border patrol, and to ThunderClan of all Clans. The one Clan he held the least apprehension for, and received less all the same. There was nothing quite like meeting an opposing patrol at the borders of ShadowClan and RiverClan to hear the hatred spew from their mouths meant for someone else. As the head of the patrol, it all fell to him; and stars, was it draining. At least ThunderClan, save for their apprentices as of late, had the decency to hold their tongues.
Slateheart does not tell his warriors to mind their own like he had in the past. He does not expect trouble out of ThunderClan today, but will not stop his fiery warriors from defending themselves in these times. As they near the path that separates the two Clans, however, distant voices ring through the air, nonsensical and ear-grating. Slateheart, after his time in the Twoleg encampment, knows it all too well.
"Here," He hisses to his patrol with a raised tail to signal their stop. Creeping forward to investigate, sheltered by the slight slope leading up to the path, he can make out the Twoleg figures about. A small group of them - some up and chattering around a white, four-legged surface cluttered with a stack of red cylinders and water, and a few lounging in the grass on checkered pelts. The path, once plain and defined, has been marked and scored by lines and odd scribblings, and is now lined by sticks and what he assumes to be brightly colored vines.
Slateheart grits his teeth at the sight. Of all the ways a group of Twolegs could spend their time, this was the hardest to wrap his head around. But yet, unlike his first encounter with a Twoleg at this same border before the fires, he senses no urgency in their voices, and no confusion for their being here. They seem relaxed and energetic, especially so as he sees a Twoleg or two jog down the marked path.
"We'll mark further back today," he mumbles to his patrol. While the Twolegs are distracted, giving the cats an advantage, he knows the strength of their paws and the terror they bring when they see a cat they want. Though Firefang and Goldenstrike may be able to escape their grasp, Beepaw and Mouseflight - small as they were - would not stand a chance.
// patrol tags: @Beepaw @Goldenstrike @Mouseflight @Firefang (+ @HEATHERPAW )
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━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
slateslatepawslatetoothSLATEHEART
━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
━━ 24 MOONS,, ages every 6th
━━LYNXTOOTHxxADELAIDExx SILVERFOOT
━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED byLYNXTOOTH
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