Skirmish(WC,RC Open) May 21, 2013 18:38:01 GMT -5
Post by Nighthunter on May 21, 2013 18:38:01 GMT -5
So Riverclanners are getting more and more obsessed with finding food, and more risky in how they go about getting it. A patrol has crossed the Windclan border, and Hailstar is among them, making this a not so accidental mistake. He intends to hunt for his clan, and will fight if he has to for more territory. All Windclanners and Riverclanners that are of apprentice age and older may join in. All those that join in the thread will get points upon its end. Points total will be 300.
The sun beat down over head, its rays making the ground harder and dry. Riverclan was suffering from loss of prey because of its heat, because of that he had been pushed into action. As leader he was obligated to protect the clan, and he didn't want to lose anyone in it to starvation. The entire situation was nonsense, starclan had not sent word for how he was to solve this threat to Riverclan. He was left to figure it out on his own, and for the first time in a while he felt very small in his position. All of the others were counting on him to know how to act, what to do. In truth he was knew to this all as well, he was a fresher leader, new to the position. It was all still so awkward for him.
None of that mattered of course at the moment, because he was moving, his decision had been settled and he was undertaking a very harsh course of action, one he was not very proud of. The grey tabby's brows scrunched up in realization that he was breaking the code in order to save his clan. His warriors were following him into this mess, and he knew nothing good would come from Windclan from it, but he would carry out the patrol none the less.
Stepping through the reeds on the edge of the border, the strong scent of the moor cats assaulted his nose. It was a stark reminder that he was not home, he was on another's land. Truthfully enough he had been on Windclan ground before for multiple reasons, but never quite for this purpose. Silently he hoped that they would catch prey without incident, but that was highly unlikely. Unless Eaglesstar was lenient on his patrols, or his warriors incompetent, he doubted they would get away with this without a fight.
Hailstar also had it in his mind that he should try going to the moonpool again. Try to connect with the ancestors, but he resolved himself to trying things his own way first. His muscles tensed ready to strike, as he surveyed the open moor. Another reason he doubted they would get away with it, was the open expanse of territory they were trespassing didn't favor those wanting to hide from sight. Scenting the air he could smell rabbits and gophers close by among other types of prey, and thanked there luck. It was irritating that Windclan had so much it seemed, and he was sending out warriors all the time trying to salvage something to eat.
Stepping through the reeds fully, he felt them enclose around him as he passed through, as if trying to drag him back into his territory and dissuade him from entering altogether. Other things pulled at him more, and his deputy was also very much a cause of this venture as well. Willowshade haunted him lately, her news unsettling him. She was having her kits, something he hadn't planned, but hadn't prevented either. No matter the outcome of that, he needed to ensure the kits safe passage into this world, and that meant providing food now. No there was no way he was turning around.
Turning to his warriors, he motioned with his tail for them to cross the border, having gone first in case of patrols. He spoke to them low, with a serious and quiet tone." Spread out and find prey, hunt in pairs and send a warning call the minute you encounter a Windclan cat. We aren't here to fight, but we need to gain prey for the clan." With that he signaled to no cat in particular to follow him and he set off looking for prey.