Post by shanny on Dec 4, 2015 3:42:44 GMT
As with new-leaf, came the rain. Rosestar never particularly liked the rain. She remembered as a kit asking her mother Dustwhisker what it was, to which the queen had told her she always thought StarClan was crying.
Rosestar never wanted to assume anything of StarClan—interpreting omens was a job best and properly left to Medicine Cats—but if her mother’s story was true, they weren’t just sad, they were anguished.
It had stopped since this morning, but it soaked the territories through all night. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Rosestar’s green eyes watched as dark clouds rolled overhead. There was a chance they would get more bad weather, but the ShadowClan leader didn’t particularly mind too much for the sake of her territory. While the marshes would flood a little, it would likely mean more prey later on, which would be good for the clan. However, her thoughts were also with RiverClan. If the river were to flood, that would spell bad news for their camp.
She supposed she would find out soon enough.
The russet-furred she-cat padded across the Thunderpath after checking for monsters to make her way to Fourtrees, where she met with Magpiestar regularly. The two had become friends while she was deputy—Loudstar was never particularly fond of making too many alliances, but never had any problems with the RiverClan leader, so she never reprimanded Rosestar, then Rosefur, for choosing to find a friend in the older black and white tom.
Rosestar jumped up and sat at the usual spot for the ShadowClan leader on the rock at Fourtrees. Her nose twitched as she smelled prey—there was a mouse nearby, but she didn’t want to risk hunting for the possibility of ThunderClan believing she was spying or hunting on their territory. While it would be rather mouse-brained of them given that Fourtrees was neutral ground, it was close enough an argument could be made. So she waited, her long, feathery tail curled around her currently muddy paws.
Her green eyes widened with relief as she saw Magpiestar pad into the clearing. A little late, but she didn’t mind. "I hope the rain isn’t too much of a bother for RiverClan." She meowed steadily, concern more evident in her voice than it would be for the leader of any other clan. "It’s already getting to a point where I may have to issue a flood warning to my clan when it comes to marsh hunting..." The unease prickled in her voice, largely due to personal experiences. She didn’t want what happened to Brackenpaw to happen to any other cat.
"Territory concerns aside, though, how are you feeling?" Rosestar knew he had been having a rough time since Willowbreeze passed.
[Notes: stag here you go!]
Rosestar never wanted to assume anything of StarClan—interpreting omens was a job best and properly left to Medicine Cats—but if her mother’s story was true, they weren’t just sad, they were anguished.
It had stopped since this morning, but it soaked the territories through all night. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Rosestar’s green eyes watched as dark clouds rolled overhead. There was a chance they would get more bad weather, but the ShadowClan leader didn’t particularly mind too much for the sake of her territory. While the marshes would flood a little, it would likely mean more prey later on, which would be good for the clan. However, her thoughts were also with RiverClan. If the river were to flood, that would spell bad news for their camp.
She supposed she would find out soon enough.
The russet-furred she-cat padded across the Thunderpath after checking for monsters to make her way to Fourtrees, where she met with Magpiestar regularly. The two had become friends while she was deputy—Loudstar was never particularly fond of making too many alliances, but never had any problems with the RiverClan leader, so she never reprimanded Rosestar, then Rosefur, for choosing to find a friend in the older black and white tom.
Rosestar jumped up and sat at the usual spot for the ShadowClan leader on the rock at Fourtrees. Her nose twitched as she smelled prey—there was a mouse nearby, but she didn’t want to risk hunting for the possibility of ThunderClan believing she was spying or hunting on their territory. While it would be rather mouse-brained of them given that Fourtrees was neutral ground, it was close enough an argument could be made. So she waited, her long, feathery tail curled around her currently muddy paws.
Her green eyes widened with relief as she saw Magpiestar pad into the clearing. A little late, but she didn’t mind. "I hope the rain isn’t too much of a bother for RiverClan." She meowed steadily, concern more evident in her voice than it would be for the leader of any other clan. "It’s already getting to a point where I may have to issue a flood warning to my clan when it comes to marsh hunting..." The unease prickled in her voice, largely due to personal experiences. She didn’t want what happened to Brackenpaw to happen to any other cat.
"Territory concerns aside, though, how are you feeling?" Rosestar knew he had been having a rough time since Willowbreeze passed.
[Notes: stag here you go!]
