Think lightly of yourself, and deeper of the world [TAGGED] Jun 12, 2020 0:21:04 GMT -6
Post by bombora on Jun 12, 2020 0:21:04 GMT -6
In theory, Graygaze should despise RedwoodClan. Their pelts were bright and garish, their sanctiomonious attitudes regarding the warrior code was annoying, and they smelled. Smelly though they were, the tom had never felt much hostility towards them. Graygaze suspected this apathy stemmed from either clans' geography. RedwoodClan warriors routinely engaged in vicious battles with LichenClan over caves and rocks that supposedly held religious significance for either party. ThistleClan had a needled forest and tunnels... neither of which particularly attracted intrigue from any of the other Clans. In fact, there wasn't even a point leaving scent markers at the border: an unspecial creek. You were either on the right side or you weren't.
Graygaze stared deeply into the slow-moving waters of the sandy creek. The early morning light shimmered off the waves in a calming orange glow. Birds chirped from the treetops of redwood trees. In the distance, one could hear an owl hooting. Graygaze felt such peace when he came to the border so early in the morning. It gave him space to think. He much preferred this over sticking his head in the ground. He definitively enjoyed this border more than the sandbar path.
Not even a moon ago had RedwoodClan and ThistleClan finally clashed at the sandbar path. Graygaze couldn't keep up with the reasons why. Thievingstar didn't want herbs delivered to the Tribe or something. It was a brutal battle, but one that ended ultimately with RedwoodClan successfully delivering their supplies. A small patrol with an apprentice and a medicine cat successfully broke through ThistleClan's ranks on their own territory. What an embarassment. It made Graygaze want to rip out his own fur. We suck!
A hint of jasmine crossed the sloth's nose. Graygaze's ear flicked and in the next moment a RedwoodClan warrior sprinted out of a bush on the other side of the creek, strafing to the left towards the waterfall. Graygaze maintained his seated position and wondered if the other cat would slow their pace at all. The indolent grey warrior recognized the running RedwoodClan tom as Tigerpool after catching the scar that ran down the tabby's left flank. He was trained by Gorseheart. Graygaze was fairly certain he would lose a fight with him... but it would be close.
"Hey!" Graygaze called, still seated. "You're interrupting my meditation!" he jested. Both he and Tigerpool were the best of the best. Highly skilled warriors in their own rights, but neither with aspirations for greater positions. It would be interesting trading conversation with the behemoth. Although, most would rather see them trade claws.
credit to nat of adoxography.