Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 21:29:58 GMT
today, fruitpaw would be staying at camp. what nettleheart was about to do was not exactly something he would condone as a mentor, then again, it wasn't something he would refuse to do himself.
he disliked having to travel this far from the heartland, to the very fringes of riverclan's home. but nettleheart knew what he was after. broom wasn't entirely abundant in most places, well, anywhere but thunderclan and now skyclan too.
in short, there was no easy way to go about this. broom was only found in thunderclan territory, current and former, and a riverclan presence wouldn't sit well in the mouths of just about any thunderclan or skyclan border. thunderclan and their sunningrocks - so possessive, they were. they should belong to riverclan anyway. and then there was skyclan. it had not been long ago that two patrols came together in a tense clash, a confrontation which had left both clans with their feathers in a fluff.
nettleheart was a medicine cat. who did he care about the clan politics? surmounting tensions had the massive tom collecting what he could, should the worst happen. and now, broom was high on his list of desires. i'd like to see any mouse-brained warrior challenge me. his adrenaline picked up at the very thought, and his muscles flexed with anticipation. he almost longed for the proud hunger of combat to pulse in his veins again. you walked away from the path of a warrior, remember that? of course he remembered - that didn't stop him. oath smoath.
he could hear the purr of the river before he saw it, then he could see it's crystalline ripples. it was swelling in new-leaf, brought to new life with the melting of snow and frequent storms - not out of control, as of yet. his toes touched the liquid first, cold and tingling under paw. then it was up to his chest, swelling over his shoulders, and clinging in droplets to his whiskers. nettleheart felt the weightlessness of the water, the tug of the current at his tabby stripes. this was his river. riverclan's river. being so close to skyclan's border might have been daunting, but it was mostly exhilarating. he may have approached as a medicine cat, but every fibre of his being felt like a warrior.
green-hued eyes scanned the bank - there was nothing. he felt the shore rise up under his paws as he ascended from the water. droplets dripped of his pelt in a shimmering rain, banished into the forest with a firm shake. nettleheart flicked the sand that clumped in his pads, but his gaze had already set upon it's target. the shrub was in bloom, a vibrant, brilliant shade of gold. it was the broom. he'd only be just a moment. tawnygaze would not object and nettleheart would have liked to see skyclan refuse him. head held high, nettleheart made way for the broom.
ooc: originally intended for halle, but it's now open to anyone in riverclan or skyclan that feels like facing this bad boy!
he disliked having to travel this far from the heartland, to the very fringes of riverclan's home. but nettleheart knew what he was after. broom wasn't entirely abundant in most places, well, anywhere but thunderclan and now skyclan too.
in short, there was no easy way to go about this. broom was only found in thunderclan territory, current and former, and a riverclan presence wouldn't sit well in the mouths of just about any thunderclan or skyclan border. thunderclan and their sunningrocks - so possessive, they were. they should belong to riverclan anyway. and then there was skyclan. it had not been long ago that two patrols came together in a tense clash, a confrontation which had left both clans with their feathers in a fluff.
nettleheart was a medicine cat. who did he care about the clan politics? surmounting tensions had the massive tom collecting what he could, should the worst happen. and now, broom was high on his list of desires. i'd like to see any mouse-brained warrior challenge me. his adrenaline picked up at the very thought, and his muscles flexed with anticipation. he almost longed for the proud hunger of combat to pulse in his veins again. you walked away from the path of a warrior, remember that? of course he remembered - that didn't stop him. oath smoath.
he could hear the purr of the river before he saw it, then he could see it's crystalline ripples. it was swelling in new-leaf, brought to new life with the melting of snow and frequent storms - not out of control, as of yet. his toes touched the liquid first, cold and tingling under paw. then it was up to his chest, swelling over his shoulders, and clinging in droplets to his whiskers. nettleheart felt the weightlessness of the water, the tug of the current at his tabby stripes. this was his river. riverclan's river. being so close to skyclan's border might have been daunting, but it was mostly exhilarating. he may have approached as a medicine cat, but every fibre of his being felt like a warrior.
green-hued eyes scanned the bank - there was nothing. he felt the shore rise up under his paws as he ascended from the water. droplets dripped of his pelt in a shimmering rain, banished into the forest with a firm shake. nettleheart flicked the sand that clumped in his pads, but his gaze had already set upon it's target. the shrub was in bloom, a vibrant, brilliant shade of gold. it was the broom. he'd only be just a moment. tawnygaze would not object and nettleheart would have liked to see skyclan refuse him. head held high, nettleheart made way for the broom.
ooc: originally intended for halle, but it's now open to anyone in riverclan or skyclan that feels like facing this bad boy!
