SPEND MY NIGHT ON OVERDRIVE ♡ SEARCH....


Adrenaline leaves them high and dry. Mirepurr traverses pinecone-riddled ground underneath the treeline that hugs the camp, paws barely lifting enough to not brush along it excessively. Their head is bowed, ears pressed, tail trailing uselessly behind them... they've never felt this amount of despair before, and they cannot muster up enough energy to hide it from their Clanmates either. The previously perfectly intact amount of hope and resilience has been shaken to its very core.

They had been quick to assign search patrols, quick to assure others (and themself) that their labor will bear fruit; now, their imagination is quick to suggest the worst. Smogstar with a bleary gaze and an unstable gait... leaving intentionally or perhaps without proper knowledge of what he is doing. Mirepurr loathes to think of him so overcome with sickness that he merely stumbles through his own homeland.

Maybe they shouldn't have been sleeping in the warriors' den like normal. If only they had perched outside Smogstar's den...

"If... if you see anything, let me know..." Mirepurr croaks. What are they looking for anyhow? The rain drips onto their pelts and fills any pawprints left behind. Even their skillful nose does not catch a whiff of their leader.


 

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowlark's ears perked as he kept attentive of the surroundings before him. It was not hard to see Mirepurr was heavy with worry for the safety of Smogstar, after all their leader just abruptly seemed to have gotten up and left, and yet there being no sign nor trace of the other was concerning even to Snowlark. Yet seeing Mirepurr wreck themselves with worry made the young warrior slip to stand next to them. "We will find him" he softly reassured the deputy. At least, he hoped they could find Smogstar.

Yellow eyes scanned the outskirts, taking in the marshy scent mixed with the rain from last night, yet nothing...absolutely nothing. No gray tabby fur to paws steps nor scent and Snowlark shook his head in slight frustration. How could Smogstar simply disappear like this? His bobbed tail twitched slightly while glancing back to the others before him, maybe they will see something? He'd hope.

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  • Snowlark He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
    Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
    Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

The young warrior prided himself in tracking- even blind, he was sure he could traverse these whole lands, and follow the single trail of one cat. But during rain? His dark feet only got darker, paws caking in warm mud, and as he hung his mouth open, closed his eyes, and inhaled the scent of pine and rain, he was finding nothing.

His cheek pressed against the leaf, his eyes looked for patches of dark fur that may hang off bushes or in a patch of ground, and back and forth behind mirepurr and snowlark. A small sigh escaped him, large ears pinning against his head. His gaze fell on the molly, and hesitantly, but honest, he spoke. "This .. it isn't your fault, Mirepurr.... Smogstar- hes," another sigh, his gaze dropping from the molly. "He's his own cat, you can't blame yourself. I .. don't want to see you blaming yourself... Because there wouldnt have much you could do... And we will find him, or he will come back. Do- you think we should check the borders?"

What could they have done? Told him to stay? Forced him to? Then what? He would've possibly been angry if he needed the walk?

But to ask other clans was a risk, though, but perhaps they could ask Thunderclan- but would that jeopardize them? Would they make them out to be vulnerable right before leafbare and take the opportunity? He didn't see Orangestar doing that, but he also didn't know them well enough.