( ☾ ) come early evening, as the sun begins to paint the sky rose and copper, the felines return home. busy with patrols and tasks all day, there has been little time to contemplate what the return means for some of their brethren. even during the slower hours of noon to late afternoon, as cats trickle to and from camp with assignments, there has been an attempt to ward off thoughts of this new mission. as the sun descends towards the horizon, willowroot knows it's time. her fellows have come home to roost, sharing tongues and quietly speaking among themselves, hums reassurance and whispers of fear darting every which way. the dark smoke stands just outside of the warriors' den, in a soft shadow, watching the conversations with an unreadable expression. more likely than not, someone will be hurt. more likely than not, they'll come home with a broken heart. still, it has to be done, and the femme is not risking her fellow lead warrior, nor the clan's king. not again.
as the members of the patrol stand to leave their loved ones, willowroot thinks of buck, of raccoon and boar. they think of poppy (of dark mixing with mottled softness), of smokethroat and all of their rediscovered siblings. it strikes them, in this moment, that perhaps they've made a bigger impact on this clan than they'd planned to. how odd a realization, to be marching into almost certain battle, and know this.
she gathers her fellows close, murmurs the plan. "we're going to go near enough. if there are twolegs around, we leave. we're not risking another... incident. if there are no twolegs, we will venture into the camp. i'll assign roles when we know the plan for certain." nodding at each of the felines as they begin to exit camp, she feels her heart beating. "stay safe. listen to your instincts. we'll be okay."
tagging those who volunteered. if your character would realistically go (and is older than 8 moons), feel free to reply as well.
@HOUNDSNARL. @tinyleafs @𝓛𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔀
as the members of the patrol stand to leave their loved ones, willowroot thinks of buck, of raccoon and boar. they think of poppy (of dark mixing with mottled softness), of smokethroat and all of their rediscovered siblings. it strikes them, in this moment, that perhaps they've made a bigger impact on this clan than they'd planned to. how odd a realization, to be marching into almost certain battle, and know this.
she gathers her fellows close, murmurs the plan. "we're going to go near enough. if there are twolegs around, we leave. we're not risking another... incident. if there are no twolegs, we will venture into the camp. i'll assign roles when we know the plan for certain." nodding at each of the felines as they begin to exit camp, she feels her heart beating. "stay safe. listen to your instincts. we'll be okay."
tagging those who volunteered. if your character would realistically go (and is older than 8 moons), feel free to reply as well.
@HOUNDSNARL. @tinyleafs @𝓛𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔀
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )
