- Dec 30, 2022
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WindClan's proximity to a Twoleg encampment was a longtime source of discomfort for Badgermoon. He had not had any direct run-ins with those strange, hairless monsters, not directly, but he knew their ways were unpredictable and their choices often cruel, and those facts alone were enough to make him uneasy about their closeness. Thus that morning, when he rose with the weak winter sun, he had set out across the snowy grassland with a vague plan forming: he would travel to the northwestern border and check on the Horseplace, just in case. Hopefully, there would be nothing to observe and all would be quiet - but perhaps he'd find a mouse that had strayed too far from the barn, or he'd gain some valuable piece of information. Really, I just want to get ahead of anything they might be planning. thought the black and white tom as he trotted over the land. We don't need anything else to happen this leaf-bare. it was a tough enough season as it was, and some Twoleg mischief was the last thing they needed.
The walk was long but beautiful, with a sharp-toothed wind sailing over the moor and making his eyes water. Though it was cold, and he was starting to have second thoughts about this plan of his, he knew he would never tire of the feeling of the wind roaring through his coat, of feeling the sheer power of the very breath of the land - even if it made his nose sting with chill. Soon enough, the wood fence which marked the border between the WindClan border and the Horseplace came into view and Badgermoon picked up the pace, noting the presence of several of the Twolegs' enormous, fleshy monsters - were these the eponymous horses, he wondered? They were a far distance from the fence, anyway, feasting upon what looked like withered sticks of grass, and he felt safe enough to spring up onto the fence and perch there. He furrowed his brow and peered out, searching for Twolegs. "If your monsters are here, surely you must be, too..." he mumbled to himself, his dark tail swaying in anticipation.
And then - voila! One of the elderly Twolegs who lived by the Horseplace had emerged, moving slowly across the frozen ground. Badgermoon felt his claws dig into the wood of the fence, watching intently as the Twoleg carried more withered grass towards its beasts. It didn't seem to be making any threatening motions, but he dropped to the ground anyways and hid in a clump of gorse. Then he simply...stayed, watching, fascinated by the movements of these beings so utterly unlike any others he had ever met. And yet, as interesting as they were, he knew that he lacked interest in being part of whatever it was they were doing; he couldn't fathom the kittypet life, nor even a Twoleg-adjacent life, like those cats who lived in their barn. He was too attached to Clan living, he supposed - or maybe just too wary. Regardless...it felt like it was about time to go, so he began to back up, intending to back out of the gorse bush and then flee, when he felt his hindquarters bump into something (someone?) solid.
The walk was long but beautiful, with a sharp-toothed wind sailing over the moor and making his eyes water. Though it was cold, and he was starting to have second thoughts about this plan of his, he knew he would never tire of the feeling of the wind roaring through his coat, of feeling the sheer power of the very breath of the land - even if it made his nose sting with chill. Soon enough, the wood fence which marked the border between the WindClan border and the Horseplace came into view and Badgermoon picked up the pace, noting the presence of several of the Twolegs' enormous, fleshy monsters - were these the eponymous horses, he wondered? They were a far distance from the fence, anyway, feasting upon what looked like withered sticks of grass, and he felt safe enough to spring up onto the fence and perch there. He furrowed his brow and peered out, searching for Twolegs. "If your monsters are here, surely you must be, too..." he mumbled to himself, his dark tail swaying in anticipation.
And then - voila! One of the elderly Twolegs who lived by the Horseplace had emerged, moving slowly across the frozen ground. Badgermoon felt his claws dig into the wood of the fence, watching intently as the Twoleg carried more withered grass towards its beasts. It didn't seem to be making any threatening motions, but he dropped to the ground anyways and hid in a clump of gorse. Then he simply...stayed, watching, fascinated by the movements of these beings so utterly unlike any others he had ever met. And yet, as interesting as they were, he knew that he lacked interest in being part of whatever it was they were doing; he couldn't fathom the kittypet life, nor even a Twoleg-adjacent life, like those cats who lived in their barn. He was too attached to Clan living, he supposed - or maybe just too wary. Regardless...it felt like it was about time to go, so he began to back up, intending to back out of the gorse bush and then flee, when he felt his hindquarters bump into something (someone?) solid.