Post by xvinn on Nov 4, 2024 3:00:06 GMT
sparrowclaw (he/him) | galeclan
Rain trickled through the moors, beyond the trees in the forest, and likely out on the water that sat far outside of GaleClan's borders. It certainly wasn't pouring by any means, resulting in kits being eager to run outside and play as queens corralled them back into the nursery before they caught cold. While the thicket that made the camp could protect the majority of everything, small droplets fell from the leaves and branches above as they became more and more bare with the leaves falling.
Sparrowclaw had found a spot in the camp that was more or less protected. While it wasn't as good as his nest in the warrior's den, which sat near the front of the den where he had the best vantage point should something happen, it was a spot where he had a better view across the entire camp.
Though the thought alone made his fur stand on end. Tensions were growing, and the tom's gaze was immediately drawn towards the leader's den at the thought. While Wapatostar was certainly better than he had been only one season ago, he still spent more time than the deputy was happy with. Sparrowclaw still felt as though he was dragging himself through the mud in order to pull the leader onto his paws and get him to finally address his Clan. Cavernpelt and Frozengale had given the tabby more than enough warnings to last him a lifetime, with one cat's warnings certainly a little harsher than the other. Sparrowclaw had hoped that taking on Pollenpaw would mean that Frozengale would be a little less in his ear about pushing himself, but much like a bee, the pestering buzz didn't go away that easily.
Sparrowclaw pulled himself to his paws. He searched the camp once more, spotting a couple warriors by the entrance that he'd assigned to guard duty. The two warriors were chatting away, which certainly irked Sparrowclaw in the slightest - they needed to be paying attention with everything that was going on, but hopefully they couldn't be so mousebrained as to miss a true emergency. Most cats had now had their fill of food, as the morning hunting party had already returned with a decent share of rabbit. Meanwhile, the morning border patrol were taking a little longer, which was perhaps both concerning and comforting to the tom. Hopefully there were no bumps in the path, and ideally they were simply taking extra care of one border in particular to make sure scents stayed strong.
Finally on his feet, he began to carry himself towards the leader's den. This couldn't keep going on. The progress was too slow for the deputy's liking with how things were turning.
Stepping out of the rain and into his leader's den, his voice sounded.
"Wapatostar."
His voice was short, everything he said always to the point with no beating around the bush. As such, his tone was also often quite curt and blunt. Most cats had grown a thick skin to it, knowing that there was no "soft tone" Sparrowclaw could possibly ever present to the average cat. It would most certainly never appear for his leader, who he refused to talk to like a kit. Wapatostar was their leader, and it was time he started properly acting like one.
Sparrowclaw had found a spot in the camp that was more or less protected. While it wasn't as good as his nest in the warrior's den, which sat near the front of the den where he had the best vantage point should something happen, it was a spot where he had a better view across the entire camp.
Though the thought alone made his fur stand on end. Tensions were growing, and the tom's gaze was immediately drawn towards the leader's den at the thought. While Wapatostar was certainly better than he had been only one season ago, he still spent more time than the deputy was happy with. Sparrowclaw still felt as though he was dragging himself through the mud in order to pull the leader onto his paws and get him to finally address his Clan. Cavernpelt and Frozengale had given the tabby more than enough warnings to last him a lifetime, with one cat's warnings certainly a little harsher than the other. Sparrowclaw had hoped that taking on Pollenpaw would mean that Frozengale would be a little less in his ear about pushing himself, but much like a bee, the pestering buzz didn't go away that easily.
Sparrowclaw pulled himself to his paws. He searched the camp once more, spotting a couple warriors by the entrance that he'd assigned to guard duty. The two warriors were chatting away, which certainly irked Sparrowclaw in the slightest - they needed to be paying attention with everything that was going on, but hopefully they couldn't be so mousebrained as to miss a true emergency. Most cats had now had their fill of food, as the morning hunting party had already returned with a decent share of rabbit. Meanwhile, the morning border patrol were taking a little longer, which was perhaps both concerning and comforting to the tom. Hopefully there were no bumps in the path, and ideally they were simply taking extra care of one border in particular to make sure scents stayed strong.
Finally on his feet, he began to carry himself towards the leader's den. This couldn't keep going on. The progress was too slow for the deputy's liking with how things were turning.
Stepping out of the rain and into his leader's den, his voice sounded.
"Wapatostar."
His voice was short, everything he said always to the point with no beating around the bush. As such, his tone was also often quite curt and blunt. Most cats had grown a thick skin to it, knowing that there was no "soft tone" Sparrowclaw could possibly ever present to the average cat. It would most certainly never appear for his leader, who he refused to talk to like a kit. Wapatostar was their leader, and it was time he started properly acting like one.
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