private WITHOUT THE HERD [dimmingsun]

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The horseplace is quiet today. There is no sign of any of the cats who they had met during WindClan’s stay in the barn, but as they approach the fence the warrior can see a group of fluffy white creatures, beings that seem little more than clouds with legs. Sheep. Gravelsnap has seen sheep a few times before, but never approached them—anything larger than himself, he tends to stay far away from. At least there is a fence between himself and them. It is a line of defense, no matter how flimsy. With a glance to Dimmingsun, they flick their dark tail toward the sheep, attempting to alert the other warrior to the grazing sheep.

They make it a few more fox-lengths down the length of the fence before the sound of soft bleating reaches their ears. Hazel eyes narrow, and their ears flicker forward—the source of the sound comes into view, a pristine white furred little lamb, nosing at the fence. "Is that a… baby?" They murmur to the tom beside them, tail flicking nervously. They don’t know whether the sheep are dangerous, but if their baby is shrieking for them… what if they think the WindClanners are to blame? And how do they get the baby back into the fence with the other sheep? Turning to look at Dimmingsun, they murmur, "It looks… lost. What should we do?"

⊱✿⊰ Oh no! It seems like a baby lamb has managed to escape from the field at horseplace! It’s crying out for its mother who is on the other side of the fence. Do your characters help to reunite them? Write about them working together to find the hole in the fence and guide the lamb back to its home!

@DIMMINGSUN​

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[dimmingsun]

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This place is home to as much negative feelings as it is to the animal it's been named after. Dimmingsun's steps become slower, more hesitant, as he and Gravelsnap see its fences and eventually draw near to them. Being forced to live here feels like a blink ago.

Still, he hadn't found it necessary to decline Gravelsnap's offer of coming here. Checking in on every corner of the territory is always important - especially when your neighbors might not be on very good terms with you currently -, and it's not like he can run from it forever. It's a lot less crowded now and promises something new in line with newleaf's theme.

"Where?" His head turns to Gravelsnap first and then the lamb second - a cloudy puff amongst the grass. It keeps making a noise he's heard before, just more high-pitched and less defined. Dimmingsun presses his ears to his skull and braces himself for an onslaught of hooves that'd make the ground beneath him quiver, but... it never comes.

It's just the two of them and the lamb, on the same side of the fence.

DImmingsun stares at the little thing for a moment longer. "Do you think going near it is a smart idea? They don't seem bothered-" Eyes sweep over to the sheep nearby, "-but they might reconsider if we touch their young." StarClan knows they would fight tooth and claw for any of their own kittens if even a hint of danger arose.

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.12.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 32 MOONS

  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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