Post by Fleet on Mar 18, 2013 14:36:50 GMT -6
It was early morning, the sun was rising and like every morning Greenstar had left the Thunderclan camp early. His golden, cream paws carried him swiftly over Thunderclan lands towards the Shadowclan border, where he knew Lynxstar often went at this time in the morning, he had been spying upon this border, wary of a Shadowclan attack and had noticed by routine, Lynxstar regularly came to his border. He often wondered why, but today he was seeking her out. So he arrived at the border good and early, sitting upon a mossy bit of ground on the Thunderclan side of the border. His muscles ached in the cold morning air and as he sat their he was reminded of how he was not a young tom, though he looked it. In truth he was rather old, if he were a warrior still he'd be thinking about retirement soon. But he was not a warrior, he was the clans leader and he could not retire until the Windclan threat was dealt with. It had been to long since he had sent his warriors into Windclan territory and he knew now that he had been wrong to send them in the first place. He was sure he was going to struggle getting his warriors back from Windclan, if he were to be able to encourage them to give up his warriors he was going to require some aid. That was why he was there, sat near the border where he knew Lynxsnow often wandered alone, that was why he had come alone and that was why he hoped Lynxsnow would be alone. He knew none of his warriors would be coming this way for awhile, he knew that if it were a normal day, Lynxsnow would be along in around five to ten minuites. But sitting their in the cold morning light he felt himself growing impatient as he recalled Halfface's words about how it was her fault that the Thunderclan warriors had not returned, how starclan had told her so. Starclan are a cruel and violent race to force us to suffer so.... It was love and there is nothing wrong with love.... Except it makes you easy to manipulate.... He thought as he sat there, his ears flickering at every sound, his nose wrinkling at every scent and his eyes flicked to every bit of movement around him. It was his ears that picked it up first, the sound of approaching paw steps and his heart beat quickened. He fixed his sky, blue eyes upon his golden paws, he had to look natural, sat there upon the Thunderclan side of the border as if he were not waiting for her to arrive, otherwise he might scare her off back to her clan to fetch reinforcement and that was exactly what he did not want. The next scent he got was the scent of a Shadowclan cat, but was it the Shadowclan leaders, he was going to have to look and see when she emerged.
Greenstar