Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 19:56:50 GMT
if he was to be fair, the borders had been more quiet since the previous gathering. shadowclan had remained relentless in maintaining their security, such that rogues and loners would no longer be a problem on their land. so far, things had gone well. the increased security eliminated most of the loopholes for outsiders to slip in, and even should they be able to, their presence was quickly known. it was, after all, rosestar's own training party, with her apprentice, that effectively located and apprehended the situation with twotone - no, graypaw. that had been one outsider that brought no harm to the clan.
onyxfeather would have liked to admit that he much preferred border patrols and scouting over the trivial hunting parties. he liked to be on the front lines - the eyes and ears of the operation as information was discovered. yet responsibilities as a deputy required him to be accessible as much as needed, and so he relied more heavily on the telling of his clan mates than first-hand sightings. so far, not much news had been reported. but it was only so long the ebony tom could go before he couldn't resist poking his no around for himself.
today, he'd asked darkthorn to accompany him on an informal patrol to the carrion place. it wasn't the most romantic of places - he had to admit - but precautions needed to be taken. shadowclan's border with windclan took priority more often than not, but he could not neglect their informal border with the twoleg place. if there were to be clan-less outsiders, trespasser without an allegiance to starclan, they would likely come from the land of the monsters. while loner activity had been taking place between the windclan and shadowclan border in the previous moons, he understood that shadowclan's increased security - as well as windclan's - meant that the windows of opportunity for outsiders to trespass had dramatically diminished.
since their challenging encounter in the forest not long ago, onyxfeather had begun to see darkthorn in a new light. her clever tongue and ability to keep him on his toes was an excitement that the ebony tom was not used to. his dry and standoff-ish demeanour granted little opportunity for clever banter and battles of the wits. this was something he enjoyed about the pretty she-cat whom so desperately believed that her beauty was betrayed by the scar upon her face.
onyxfeather came to a halt at the breadth of the twoleg place, where he had asked the dark she-cat to join him. honey yellow eyes flickered back toward the forested pines, and the heart of shadowclan's homeland, before shifting further on, deeper into the carrion place. he perked his ears, muscles freezing in anticipating wait. somewhere in the difference a lonely crow croaked and squawked, the rats chirped and whispered amongst the labyrinth of twoleg debris.
onyxfeather would have liked to admit that he much preferred border patrols and scouting over the trivial hunting parties. he liked to be on the front lines - the eyes and ears of the operation as information was discovered. yet responsibilities as a deputy required him to be accessible as much as needed, and so he relied more heavily on the telling of his clan mates than first-hand sightings. so far, not much news had been reported. but it was only so long the ebony tom could go before he couldn't resist poking his no around for himself.
today, he'd asked darkthorn to accompany him on an informal patrol to the carrion place. it wasn't the most romantic of places - he had to admit - but precautions needed to be taken. shadowclan's border with windclan took priority more often than not, but he could not neglect their informal border with the twoleg place. if there were to be clan-less outsiders, trespasser without an allegiance to starclan, they would likely come from the land of the monsters. while loner activity had been taking place between the windclan and shadowclan border in the previous moons, he understood that shadowclan's increased security - as well as windclan's - meant that the windows of opportunity for outsiders to trespass had dramatically diminished.
since their challenging encounter in the forest not long ago, onyxfeather had begun to see darkthorn in a new light. her clever tongue and ability to keep him on his toes was an excitement that the ebony tom was not used to. his dry and standoff-ish demeanour granted little opportunity for clever banter and battles of the wits. this was something he enjoyed about the pretty she-cat whom so desperately believed that her beauty was betrayed by the scar upon her face.
onyxfeather came to a halt at the breadth of the twoleg place, where he had asked the dark she-cat to join him. honey yellow eyes flickered back toward the forested pines, and the heart of shadowclan's homeland, before shifting further on, deeper into the carrion place. he perked his ears, muscles freezing in anticipating wait. somewhere in the difference a lonely crow croaked and squawked, the rats chirped and whispered amongst the labyrinth of twoleg debris.
ooc; hallelujah , i am so sorry, i'm god-awful at intro posts. :( i figured it'd be less complicated for this to take place in the carrion place, so it doesn't have to involve cross-clan politics at the windclan border and the intruder.