far and few / tagged Apr 3, 2020 16:15:43 GMT -6
Post by lackadaisy on Apr 3, 2020 16:15:43 GMT -6
Today was a day like any other dull day.
❝ LITTLEWATCHER of THISTLECLAN ❞
She had been assigned to patrol with Maplebranch, a young warrior the same age as her. Many young cats had become warriors within the last few moons. No longer was she nor him the youngest in the Clan, the most recent warriors to graduate. So what did that make her exactly? Some anti-social cat with barely a friend or ally to call her own. Though that thought was more amusing than irritating. She did not need nor want any acquaintances. She could play nice with the others, string them along a bit... though they outlived their entertainment too soon.
The patrol was merely a border one. Nothing outstanding or unusual about it. The small female walked toward the creek with her 'partner' for the afternoon in tow. She did not fall behind him, even if he should push past her. For once, she had been chosen to lead a patrol. Despite her size, she was going to do just that. As they neared, Littlewatcher could pick up no scent of another Clan. It would seem this event would pass without much incident. She quickly marked the closest scent line, moving along without word to Maplebranch as she continued.
Some would find this quite rude, as she had not spoken more than a few words since leaving camp. ThistleClan knew that was just how she was. Littlewatcher was a cat of few words. Especially when it came to forcing a conversation from another cat. Focusing entirely on her task, she was not going to stop until every inch of the border was marked.