(So sorry for my inactivity guys!)
OakClanRiverstripe lay just outside the warriors' den by himself. He had forced himself to eat a mouse, although he wasn't that hungry, and now he was simply watching dusk fall as he waited for Elmshade and Lostnight to return. He told himself to stop worrying so much--he doubted Lostnight would try anything, and if he did, Elmshade was a perfectly capable she-cat. She could handle herself.
So why am I still worried? He shook his head. Perhaps he was just overreacting about Lostnight. The tom hadn't shown himself to be any sort of danger, although he definitely had given enough reasons to distrust him and think him odd. Riverstripe still didn't know why he had been so hostile to him earlier. He figured it was mostly just out of anger from having his pride wounded after being scolded by Beestar, but even if that was the case, it was hardly fair for him to take that anger out on Riverstripe.
I've done nothing wrong, after all. What confused Riverstripe even more was that, when ordered to hunt, Lostnight had split up and Riverstripe and Elmshade had gone off to hunt by themselves, but when Lostnight met up with them earlier, he'd started acting as if
Riverstripe had interrupted something and not the other way around, and begun acting strangely hostile.
He seems to just want Elmshade all to himself or something, Riverstripe thought with a twinge of annoyance.
He approaches us
while we're
talking and then says that I'm
the one who interrupted something. Unbelievable. If he was feeling left out, he should have just hunted with us in the first place, instead of going off on his own and then not even hunting."I know..." Splashfeather murmured, letting her pelt brush against Dappleleaf's for comfort. Dangers weren't nearly as frightening when you knew what they were and what they were capable of. But for the thing, or things, that had been killing cats the past couple of moons were completely unknown. All anyone could deduct was that it was the work of some kind of predator, most likely--and if not, that meant it was a cat, and that was almost more terrifying. Imagine, a cat doing that to another cat! Just the thought made Splashfeather shudder. "I feel the same way," she went on at last. "But there's not much we can do, is there? Except to stay on the lookout and be careful, and trust StarClan. They'll take care of us..."
I hope. But as much as she wanted to believe it, a part of her challenged,
Then why didn't they take care of the others?Tigerblaze's eyes were on Jackdawpaw's, but Jackdawpaw's were on Tigerblaze's paws. It was custom in battle to watch where your opponent's gaze landed so as to predict where they'd strike next, but this wasn't always reliable, as cats would often look elsewhere than where they planned to attack in order to throw their opponents off. Tigerblaze thought it was interesting, then, how Jackdawpaw avoided this situation entirely by not watching his mentor's eyes at all. Instead, the dark tom's eyes were focused entirely on the golden tabby's body, watching carefully for the first sign of movement towards him. Tigerblaze circled him slowly, letting each movement of his drag out, as if to make Jackdawpaw impatient, before suddenly lashing out. With one forepaw, he aimed for Jackdawpaw's throat, and then, a second later, the younger tom's head with his other paw. His plan was to catch Jackdawpaw off guard by making him think he was going for his throat, then strike him over the head while he was distracted.
EagleClan"I wouldn't doubt it," Southstar replied in regards to Acornspots and Russetswirl having kits. The two were so close, it was only a matter of time. The surprised look on Swiftbadger's face, however, told Southstar that Acornspots's brother hadn't observed quite as much. He was about to ask the gray tabby tom if he truly hadn't noticed his sister and Russetswirl growing closer, but put it off when Swiftbadger turned the conversation back to Mistflower. "Swiftbadger's right," he told Mistflower with a nod. "Quiverheart's lucky to have had you. Truthfully, I wanted her to have a kind, gentle she-cat for a mentor, in the hopes that they would help to fill that role in her life. Guess you could say everything went according to plan, huh?" He laughed a little, if only to hide the sadness that threatened to creep in at his next thought:
I just hope Deertail will be there for 'his' kits...or, if not him, that someone else will. The last thing he wanted for Foxcloud's kits--for his kits--was for them to be without a father figure, and he couldn't help but worry that things weren't going to go so well between Foxcloud and Deertail. Up til now, things had been going almost
too well. And it made him nervous. It was just then that he spotted Acornspots return to camp with the rest of the patrol, looking a bit agitated, and head straight for the medicine den. "Wonder if everything's okay," he murmured. Acornspots was likely just going to check on Rustypaw, but while it was possible she looked upset because she was worried, Southstar thought it was something else. She seemed more...annoyed, rather than saddened.
Darkpaw blinked at Quiverheart, taken aback by her offer to help. She sounded unsure of herself as she suggested it, as if it had taken all of her confidence to get the words out, and he wasn't sure at first if he should accept. Deertail had suggested the same thing earlier, and it wasn't a bad idea, but did she want to? Did she sound uncertain because she was hesitant to help, or because she was just shy?
Then again, she'll probably be hurt if I say no, and besides, it's not like it's a bad idea or anything. What do I have to lose? "Yeah, if you're sure you're fine with it, that'd be great," Darkpaw replied at last with a nod. "Thanks. Just don't go easy on me, 'kay?" Just as he'd finished speaking, Stagleap had come over and greeted Quiverheart. Darkpaw simply twitched an ear and averted his gaze.
Littleflower nodded in response. "Do you want me to go fetch you some new bedding? Or would you like to go with me?" Even though she had just gotten back to camp a little while ago, part of her wanted to get out again. She wasn't sure if her legs were just restless, or if maybe watching Swiftbadger talk with her clanmates from afar, but not being able to talk to him herself, was bothering her too much to stay in camp. It shouldn't, she told herself. After all, it wasn't as if this was the first time they were spending time apart. Both of them frequently spent time with and talked to other cats besides each other. So why did it bother her this time? What was different? Shaking the thought from her head, she rose to her paws. "It'll be getting dark soon," she added. "It might do good to go out right now, before the night chill comes in."
by CJClaire » Wed May 20, 2020 5:02 am 
