A Chance | tagged Jul 12, 2020 20:53:53 GMT -6
Post by catalysta on Jul 12, 2020 20:53:53 GMT -6
The shadows beneath the redwood canopy were cool. They sheltered Rowanpath from the heat of the late afternoon sun. He flapped his ears as he padded behind his Clan-mates. He was apart of the evening border patrol. It had been interesting up until the part where they reached the border with ThistleClan.
He'd sort of hoped to see the young LichenClan she-cat, Dewpaw, on the LichenClan border. It was naive thinking, though, and he knew it. There was no way in StarClan that a Redwood and a Lichen patrol would ever meet peacefully in times like these.
The fur on Rowanpath's spine prickled with unease and distaste. He lifted his muzzle to taste the air for potential prey in the immediate area. Things were quiet on the ThistleClan border, as usual. He may as well spend this time doing something more useful - or relaxing.
He flicked his tail against the flank of a nearby Clan-mate to let them know he was departing. It was only for a quick hunt and he'd catch up to them back at camp. They nodded and passed the message along. The patrol leader called after him to be careful.
With that, he was off. The needles beneath his feet created a soft ground. They'd blown across the border from the evergreens. His paws tread upon the dried mulch, relishing the coolness of the dirt as he drew near to the stream.
A whiff of cat-scent hit his nostrils and he came to a sudden halt. His body drew to its full height, regal and tall, as he searched his shadowy surroundings. The fur on his flanks ruffled as his breaths drew in and out. "Who's there?" he called out.