Post by Sparrow on Sept 16, 2017 19:04:39 GMT -5
Duskpaw was in no position to move out of the way of Shadowpaw's claws. So he went intangible, turning a minuscule bit see-through and his edges becoming fuzzy. He stood up as her paws passed through him with a slight tingle, and walked straight through her, turning tangible again once he was behind her.
Darkthroat didn't answer Embershadow right away. Her question felt a little inane. Of course they were watching the border. What else did one do on a border patrol? The tom just made a disgruntled snort and kept walking.
After they'd moved a ways from camp though, and were approaching the mountainside border, Darkthroat clarified in a low voice, "Watch for Clans."
He hoped the fact he bothered to voice the need to watch out for Legendary Clan cats at all, put the right amount of emphasis in his patrol's minds. With the prisoners escaping to the Legendary Clans, the usually silent mountain border might not be so quiet.
Honeytalon relaxed slightly after Darkthroat's patrol left. The traitors would be dealt with another time then. And the clan would continue as usual. Honeytalon glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at her sister who was exiting the Fighter den.
Waspfrost stretched as she came from the den and glanced around the camp. She'd taken a light cat nap to make up for sleep lost when it was discovered the prisoners had escaped. She growled as she recalled jerking awake at a disgustingly early hour to the clan in uproar. She'd managed to give a clawful to one of her traitorous clanmates for wrecking a perfectly good night. If someone was going to back stab her, they could have the decency to do it while she was awake.
Really, Waspfrost was more frustrated and confused as to why those Sentinels would let the prisoners go than actually feeling betrayed. The loss of trust was real though. A traitorous hunter made sense, since they tended to get the short stick in the Clan, but Sentinels?
Darkthroat didn't answer Embershadow right away. Her question felt a little inane. Of course they were watching the border. What else did one do on a border patrol? The tom just made a disgruntled snort and kept walking.
After they'd moved a ways from camp though, and were approaching the mountainside border, Darkthroat clarified in a low voice, "Watch for Clans."
He hoped the fact he bothered to voice the need to watch out for Legendary Clan cats at all, put the right amount of emphasis in his patrol's minds. With the prisoners escaping to the Legendary Clans, the usually silent mountain border might not be so quiet.
Honeytalon relaxed slightly after Darkthroat's patrol left. The traitors would be dealt with another time then. And the clan would continue as usual. Honeytalon glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at her sister who was exiting the Fighter den.
Waspfrost stretched as she came from the den and glanced around the camp. She'd taken a light cat nap to make up for sleep lost when it was discovered the prisoners had escaped. She growled as she recalled jerking awake at a disgustingly early hour to the clan in uproar. She'd managed to give a clawful to one of her traitorous clanmates for wrecking a perfectly good night. If someone was going to back stab her, they could have the decency to do it while she was awake.
Really, Waspfrost was more frustrated and confused as to why those Sentinels would let the prisoners go than actually feeling betrayed. The loss of trust was real though. A traitorous hunter made sense, since they tended to get the short stick in the Clan, but Sentinels?
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