Post by ame on Feb 27, 2016 0:06:02 GMT
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HAZELCLAW
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They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors
Frankly, truly, and honestly? Hazelclaw was sick of checking sunningrocks every time she when patrolling. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her clanmates to check the area sufficiently for signs of trespassers- it was that she always felt the need to check herself, else anxiety would claw at her from the inside out. But lately it seemed every time she was over there, there was some fox-tongued RiverClan warrior or apprentice seemingly dead-set on interrupting her. The deputy admired Magpiestar and his leadership, but she’d also appreciate being able to perform her duties without encountering some enemy warrior throwing their snide comments and less-than-stellar opinions of ThunderClan in her face.
But still, she had to do something, even if she needed a break from the RiverClan side of things. And the border closest to Twolegplace held some less-than-pleasant memories, so the she-cat found herself weaving through the trees near the treeline. She was less on-edge here than she normally was- relations with SkyClan were, for the most part, well; badgers hadn’t been see on the territory for at least a couple of moons. Hazelclaw considered hunting while on her patrol; if she stumbled across a particularly appealing prey, she might stop to catch it, but for now she was enjoying the warm weather and the way the trees swayed gently in the breeze. She could always lead the evening hunting patrol herself later.
The tabby she-cat stretched her legs a bit with every long stride of her's; she couldn't imagine being stuck in camp on a day like this. Newleaf was definitely one of her favorite seasons, and if she wasn't right alongside the SkyClan border, she'd be racing through the forest as fast as she could.
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Open to anyone, SkyClan or ThunderClan~
Quixotic of GS