// @lovelight @Rowanthorn @antlerpaw no need to wait for them!
Brown tabby fur ripples in the early morning breeze as Howlingstar stands at the head of her patrol, her green eyes scanning the moorland that stretches out before them. The scent of heather and distant prey fill the air, mingling with the smell of fresh morning dew on the grass. She glances briefly to Antlerpaw at her side before looking back to the warriors behind them. "Lovelight, Rowanthorn, keep your senses sharp," Howlingstar instructs. The WindClan border lay just ahead and the stout she-cat leads the way at a steady pace, keeping alert to any sign of moor cat scent or any movement on the other side. She doesn’t want to think they would encroach, but hearing about their prey thieving on other territories…well, one can’t be too cautious.
As they approach a particularly dense thicket along the bordering twoleg path, the tabby pauses as a soft rustling catches her attention, lifting her tail to signal the patrol to halt. Her muscles tense, readying for action, and she parts her jaws to taste the air while ears angle forward. A moment later, a plump rabbit bursts from the cover, darting across the open moorland. The leader lets out a low growl of frustration, although there is a hint of amusement in creased eyes. She would’ve loved to bring home a lucky meal, but she won’t risk crossing a border to chase it.
Brown tabby fur ripples in the early morning breeze as Howlingstar stands at the head of her patrol, her green eyes scanning the moorland that stretches out before them. The scent of heather and distant prey fill the air, mingling with the smell of fresh morning dew on the grass. She glances briefly to Antlerpaw at her side before looking back to the warriors behind them. "Lovelight, Rowanthorn, keep your senses sharp," Howlingstar instructs. The WindClan border lay just ahead and the stout she-cat leads the way at a steady pace, keeping alert to any sign of moor cat scent or any movement on the other side. She doesn’t want to think they would encroach, but hearing about their prey thieving on other territories…well, one can’t be too cautious.
As they approach a particularly dense thicket along the bordering twoleg path, the tabby pauses as a soft rustling catches her attention, lifting her tail to signal the patrol to halt. Her muscles tense, readying for action, and she parts her jaws to taste the air while ears angle forward. A moment later, a plump rabbit bursts from the cover, darting across the open moorland. The leader lets out a low growl of frustration, although there is a hint of amusement in creased eyes. She would’ve loved to bring home a lucky meal, but she won’t risk crossing a border to chase it.