THORNS AND BERRIES [flowerbite] Oct 5, 2019 1:55:34 GMT -6
Post by rain on Oct 5, 2019 1:55:34 GMT -6
Mintnose found himself at the edge of ThistleClan territory, his gaze wandering across unexplored land and sea. it wasn't a wistful look, but a look of contemplation and, almost serene. Mintnose took his solo walks across his territory very seriously. It was his only escape from the bustling life in camp, without having the responsibilities and social requirements in a patrol. It was his time to collect his thoughts, recharge his introverted spirit, and daydream of the accomplishments he could achieve if only his heart were braver. Of course, trailing around the borders might be a little opposite of peaceful. The risk of a wandering enemy patrol catching suspicion of his daily habit is definitely not what Mintnose's intentions were, and he wasn't doing this to become some sort of secret spy for his Clan. No, the stimulation of other environments and undergrowth that differentiate from the sights and scents he's padded through for moons keeps his walks interesting. The risk was just added anxiety. He could deal with one more potential problem in his life. He was quite overly aware of all of them.
Of course, as invested the silver warrior was in his stroll, the cautiousness that always stubbornly existed in his body gave him a subtle nudge to a new presence in the area. Mintnose felt his heart thud in pure instinct, whether that be triggered by the feat of an approaching border patrol, or the general idea of socializing, he didn't know. But as the scent wafted through his nostrils, he forced his fur to flatten. It was a Clanmate, not an enemy. But his heart was still racing.
Yes, he could smell the cat. But frantic glances around told him that not only was there only one cat, which was unusual, but also that they weren't in eye sight, which was also odd. Did he really get the scent right? There wasn't a rogue in the shadows, correct? Mintnose didn't want anything to do with the mystery. Instead, to avoid whether it be confrontation or conversation, he took a around about way back to camp, trying to avoid any traces that would instead lead to the lingering cat. His pace was frisk, fast. But the torrent of what ifs slowed down his retreat home. What kind of warrior was he, if he couldn't face a potential stranger, a potential threat to his Clan? What kind of coward was he? If he was so interested in just peacefully walking around gazing at plants all day he would have just been a medicine cat!
Heaving a sigh, stopped in his tracks, collected himself, then begrudgingly turned back. This was the moment he's always daydreamed of: to make his Clan proud.
But the results of his change of heart would be quite disappointing. It would look like he would need to sharpen his social skills, not his fighting skills, for his challenge. For when he followed the scent trail, it was not a rogue disguised in ThistleClan cloak, but an actual ThistleClan warrior. Oops.
It was Flowerbite, of all cats, on top of everything. Mintnose had always been too intimidated by the strong she-cat to barely speak a word to her, and here she was, just out in the wild. Mintnose couldn't even begin to guess why his fellow comrade was out and about solo like he was, but he was sure it couldn't be for a measly stroll. Mintnose was too nervous to register a single thing Flowerbite was doing before throwing himself out into her presence, forcing himself to look as calm and professional as possible, but in reality just looked stiff and uncomfortable. "Oh, barely noticed you there, Flowerbite." Mintnose, whose voice could be considered a murmur, said with unconvincing words. "There's no trouble in camp, right?"
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