Post by ame on Dec 6, 2015 1:13:43 GMT
this was definitely not one of the prettier parts of ShadowClan territory, but it was definitely one of the more interesting ones, and for this reason Crowpaw often felt himself drawn here whether physically or in his thoughts. Today the former was true, as the young tom padded through the thick pines and at last arrived at the long, black path. He smelled it long before he arrived, of course, but its sour scent hardly bothered him at this point- there were several herbs he could think of that smelled, or tasted, worse in his opinion.
He was not here only to satisfy his own curiosity, of course- he had come to collect some herbs on his own accord. Borage, in particular, for the queens- one of the earliest herbs he had learned as an apprentice, and one he knew well. But there was no harm in stopping here and there to investigate, Crowpaw reasoned, especially since the herbs weren’t urgently needed.
Before him, across the Thunderpath, were two territories: to his right were the oaks and dense trees that marked ThunderClan’s territory; to his left lay the open moors of WindClan’s. WindClan, too, was of interest to him- ThunderClan he imagined was a lot like ShadowClan, though perhaps a bit dryer. And besides, the borage he was after was more towards WindClan’s side anyways.
The black tom turned to his left, padding alongside the Thunderpath, careful to not step on it or cross it. Was the Thunderpath itself WindClan’s, or his own clan’s? It was such a narrow strip of land and hardly useful for prey or herbs or otherwise; he imagined it was neutral. Or perhaps it belonged to the monsters, though whether or not the monsters possessed territory or cared whether cats dared to trespass, he didn’t know.
These were the thoughts that occupied his mind, so much so that Crowpaw didn’t notice that there was a squirrel only a foxlength or two before him. Another step and the creature, spooked, darted across the Thunderpath and onto WindClan’s side of the border. The tom frowned ever so slightly as his green eyes followed it- he better not get in trouble for that, though it was hardly his fault since he had yet to be taught to hunt.
It was only then he noticed another apprentice on WindClan’s side of the border.
He was not here only to satisfy his own curiosity, of course- he had come to collect some herbs on his own accord. Borage, in particular, for the queens- one of the earliest herbs he had learned as an apprentice, and one he knew well. But there was no harm in stopping here and there to investigate, Crowpaw reasoned, especially since the herbs weren’t urgently needed.
Before him, across the Thunderpath, were two territories: to his right were the oaks and dense trees that marked ThunderClan’s territory; to his left lay the open moors of WindClan’s. WindClan, too, was of interest to him- ThunderClan he imagined was a lot like ShadowClan, though perhaps a bit dryer. And besides, the borage he was after was more towards WindClan’s side anyways.
The black tom turned to his left, padding alongside the Thunderpath, careful to not step on it or cross it. Was the Thunderpath itself WindClan’s, or his own clan’s? It was such a narrow strip of land and hardly useful for prey or herbs or otherwise; he imagined it was neutral. Or perhaps it belonged to the monsters, though whether or not the monsters possessed territory or cared whether cats dared to trespass, he didn’t know.
These were the thoughts that occupied his mind, so much so that Crowpaw didn’t notice that there was a squirrel only a foxlength or two before him. Another step and the creature, spooked, darted across the Thunderpath and onto WindClan’s side of the border. The tom frowned ever so slightly as his green eyes followed it- he better not get in trouble for that, though it was hardly his fault since he had yet to be taught to hunt.
It was only then he noticed another apprentice on WindClan’s side of the border.
