- HAZELTAIL of ThunderClan
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- tags; Robinflight // mentions; none // @; Fourtrees // feeling; weak, unsure
The rustling of leaves on the other side of the clearing startled Hazeltail. She jumped slightly, fur rising and ears flattening. If a fox or badger emerged she would accept her fate. Her clan was gone and her ancestors wanted nothing more to do with her. She was in no state to fight, physically or emotionally. If this was her end she only prayed it was quick and painless. She braced herself, ready for whatever was emerging from the brush. But nothing came. Not the sour stench of fox or the overpowering musk of badger. Instead she was greeted by the familiar scent of cat. For a heartbeat her fears disappeared and her hope rose. She wasn't alone! One of her clanmates had survived. Starclan wasn't angry with her. And yet something wasn't right. The cat that pushed through into the clearing wasn't one of her clanmates. It took her a moment to recognize the mottled she-cat that approached her due to the dwindling sunlight. "Robinflight?" she whispered, bewildered.
She didn't get a chance to say anything else, too surprised to speak as Robinflight came and sat beside her. Hazeltail remained silent, taking in the drenched form next to her. Her shock was quickly replaced by a torrent of questions. What is the deputy of Riverclan doing here? Did they see the fire? Has she come to help? She bit her tongue to stop the questions from flooding out of her, too worried of startling the other she-cat or even possibly offending her. She'd met Robinflight at gatherings before. She'd always admired her, too, for her strength and loyalty. Perhaps it was because of her keen eyes or the posture in which the Riverclan cat sat, but Hazeltail could clearly sense trouble. She inched closer, gently pressing her side to Robinflight's and settling her tail around her, hoping she could provide some warmth and comfort. "Are you alright?" she spoke softly. "What are you doing here?" She waited patiently. If her role as medicine cat taught her anything it was to be patient. A frazzled cat would heal no faster if they were annoyed and losing her temper would help in no way.
NIGHTPAW of ShadowClan
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- tags; Sorrelpaw // mentions; none // @; the Thunderpath // feeling; relieved, hopeless
He glanced behind himself at her question, remembering briefly how most of their clanmates had scattered. "No, I'm alone." he added quietly, "I didn't even expect to make it this far." Nightpaw shifted from paw to paw, suddenly becoming nervous. His clan was struggling to survive and it appeared as if Thunderclan were facing their own troubles. Rowanpaw had told him to get help but the chance of making it out of this seemed to be dwindling further and further away. He stared up into the sky. The sun was slowly setting and the first few stars of Silverpelt were visible. Were they watching them right now? Were their ancestors just as scared and worried as he was? Or was this actually their doing? Nightpaw turned his dark eyes back to Sorrelpaw, searching for any kind of answer in her soft features. "Where do we go?" He hadn't been to many gatherings and never dared to cross the Thunderpath or venture into enemy territory by himself.
Suddenly Nightpaw remembered. There was a tunnel-like structure further down the Thunderpath they often used to safely travel to Fourtrees in the drier seasons. He'd never used it himself, only ever hearing the senior warriors mention it. If they could find it they would be able to make it to Fourtrees and maybe even farther beyond that. Hopefully with leaf-fall on it's way the tunnel would be free of water. "There's a spot somewhere along the Thunderpath," he mewed, "the ground dips under, just big enough for a cat. I've heard some of the warriors talk about it before." He paused momentarily, steeling himself, unsure if she would agree with his next proposal. "W-we could use that to get to Fourtrees safely. And...and then head for Windclan or Riverclan? They might be able to help." There was no telling how she would react. Nightpaw only hoped she would accompany him, for after the amount of death and destruction he'd seen, he couldn't see himself fairing alone for very long.