HeronFoot
MireClan ⋆ Deputy ⋆ she-cat
Location: rocky outcrop in the river
Looking to RiverTeller DuneHeart, HeronFoot gave a friendly nod. “I’ve be assured that LilyWater will be the first one up for my dawn patrol tomorrow.” RiverTeller flicked her tail “I’ll speak with her as well.” The wind howled above them, seemed like the weather was only getting worse as the night went on. “Alert MireClan to say their goodbyes. We’re leaving.” RiverTeller declared. With a nod HeronFoot gathered the clan up, not that many were left lingering. Everyone gave their final goodbyes, then HeronFoot also made her way over to the riverbank to join the rest of her clan.
She must have been looking glum as RedStripe's tail landed on her shoulder. "You alright?" he asked with a hint of worry in his words. “Yeah.” HeronFoot sighed with a shake, a few droplets of snow landing on RedStripe as she did so. “NewLeaf will break sooner than we know, the river of ancestors will run once again.” She turned back to watch the last few GroveClan warriors leaving the rocky outcrop. “GroveClan will be the least of our worries.” RedStripe gave a nod of understanding.
HeronFoot stepped back onto the ice towards MireClan territory, finding no trouble to keep a respectful pace behind RiverTeller. The snowfall had turned into a light storm and the wind blew through Heronfoot’s fur like she wasn’t even there. Innocuously falling back a few paces more, she walked beside RunningClover. Sheltering the young warrior from the wind, if only slightly. Suddenly the young she cat attempted to stop HeronFoot reaching out with her claws sheathed. “What?” HeronFoot questioned.
Suddenly HeronFoot’s paw struck a puddle in the ice. In shock her mind raced. What? Water? This river is frozen solid! she thought. Squinting her eyes to the frozen floor below them she saw a distinctive crack in the ice as freezing water oozed out. RunningClover looked to HeronFoot terrified. HeronFoot turned back to the clan but all that seemed to catch her eye was a black spot in the distance, tumbling across the ice. Unable to process that right now HeronFoot studied the expressions of her clan mates, they seem to not have noticed the split in the ice. She must warn RiverTeller… they could take a detour, but it’s so dangerous crossing the ice they’d be safer just to take the shortest path.
Immediately HeronFoot signalled the clan to halt with her tail and called. “RiverTeller!” Hoping the wind wouldn’t take her words she yelled again. “The ice has cracked here! water is seeping out, should we detour?” In that moment the storm angered yet again the snowflakes felt like sharp stones slicing HeronFoots face. Please let her hear me HeronFoot preyed.
MireClan ⋆ Deputy ⋆ she-cat
Location: rocky outcrop in the river
Looking to RiverTeller DuneHeart, HeronFoot gave a friendly nod. “I’ve be assured that LilyWater will be the first one up for my dawn patrol tomorrow.” RiverTeller flicked her tail “I’ll speak with her as well.” The wind howled above them, seemed like the weather was only getting worse as the night went on. “Alert MireClan to say their goodbyes. We’re leaving.” RiverTeller declared. With a nod HeronFoot gathered the clan up, not that many were left lingering. Everyone gave their final goodbyes, then HeronFoot also made her way over to the riverbank to join the rest of her clan.
She must have been looking glum as RedStripe's tail landed on her shoulder. "You alright?" he asked with a hint of worry in his words. “Yeah.” HeronFoot sighed with a shake, a few droplets of snow landing on RedStripe as she did so. “NewLeaf will break sooner than we know, the river of ancestors will run once again.” She turned back to watch the last few GroveClan warriors leaving the rocky outcrop. “GroveClan will be the least of our worries.” RedStripe gave a nod of understanding.
HeronFoot stepped back onto the ice towards MireClan territory, finding no trouble to keep a respectful pace behind RiverTeller. The snowfall had turned into a light storm and the wind blew through Heronfoot’s fur like she wasn’t even there. Innocuously falling back a few paces more, she walked beside RunningClover. Sheltering the young warrior from the wind, if only slightly. Suddenly the young she cat attempted to stop HeronFoot reaching out with her claws sheathed. “What?” HeronFoot questioned.
Suddenly HeronFoot’s paw struck a puddle in the ice. In shock her mind raced. What? Water? This river is frozen solid! she thought. Squinting her eyes to the frozen floor below them she saw a distinctive crack in the ice as freezing water oozed out. RunningClover looked to HeronFoot terrified. HeronFoot turned back to the clan but all that seemed to catch her eye was a black spot in the distance, tumbling across the ice. Unable to process that right now HeronFoot studied the expressions of her clan mates, they seem to not have noticed the split in the ice. She must warn RiverTeller… they could take a detour, but it’s so dangerous crossing the ice they’d be safer just to take the shortest path.
Immediately HeronFoot signalled the clan to halt with her tail and called. “RiverTeller!” Hoping the wind wouldn’t take her words she yelled again. “The ice has cracked here! water is seeping out, should we detour?” In that moment the storm angered yet again the snowflakes felt like sharp stones slicing HeronFoots face. Please let her hear me HeronFoot preyed.