MeadowClan - Blossoms Embracing the Wind - RP thread.

Emerald green and icy blue orbs opened slowly as Fawn awoke from her short nap. Her shoulder throbbed gently as she sat up. The gash above her eye stun as she blinked. The Balines she cat sighed as she turned her head to glance at the cold body behind her. The red and cream fur bushed up slightly as the young 8 moon old cat exited the den cautiously before heading for water, uneasily eyeing the camp entrance as She skirted around it.

Snowpoppy nuzzled Shimmercreek awake from her sleep, and the dark tabby she-cat blinked up at her angerly. “Who in the name of StarClan do you think you—“ she stopped mid-sentence as she realized who had awoken her. Her littermate, Snowpoppy. “Get up. We’re going to volunteer to join the Dawn patrol,” Snowpoppy announced, making Shimmercreek cower in her nest with a dramatic sigh, throwing her paws over her face. “Snowpoppy, you cannot be serious—“ she began to argue, but she was cut off short as the snow-white she-cat hauled her by the scruff out of the nest. Shimmercreek groaned in protest, but otherwise allowed her sister to drag her from her comfy nest. With a flick of her ear, Snowpoppy turned and nosed her way out of the warriors den, as if assuming her sister would just follow her. How bold. Shimmercreek sighed again but followed suit.

“If you don’t recall, Snowpoppy, I lead the sunset patrol last evening, which I had single-pawed fought off some kitty pet intruders, renewed the scent markers and scared off a pair of ragtag loners, so if you ask me, I need a break,” Shimmercreek lamented when she was within earshot, making Snowpoppy’s long tail lash with annoyance. She turned around to face her, her mew low. “Stop complaining. We were made warriors to serve the Clan, not to slack off.” She growled, padding towards wherever the deputy was.

Shimmercreek rolled her eyes. Snowpoppy was so bossy. Ever since they had been named warriors just a few moons ago, her sister saw it fit to literally drag Shimmercreek out of her nest in the mornings to patrol the boarder.

It was so irritating.

Fawn limped to her source of water before slowly crouching next to the puddle. Her pink tongue farting out to lap at the cool liquid she needed to survive. The cobwebs on her wounds weee thoroughly soaked crimson as she stood up cautiously to make her way to the den and her mother’s lifeless body...she sighed as she forced herself to place one paw in front of the other

Snowpoppy approached Midnightmoon, a grumbling Shimmercreek following close behind. “We can go out on boarder patrol,” she offered.

Hemlockpaw twitched his ear as Midnightmoon's call rang out across the camp. From the sound of it, activity was starting to pick up in the camp. Heaving himself to his paws, the apprentice sighed and padded slowly out of the den, not even bothering to give himself a quick morning wash. His mentor's light pelt caught his eye on his way out of the den, and with a small flick of his tail, he trotted over to Morningstar. "Good mornin'," he greeted, stifling a yawn. From the looks of it, his mentor had just woken up as well. "Sleep well?"

Hemlockpaw shot a glance at Midnightmoon as Morningstar mentioned the deputy's organization of patrols. "So I heard," he mumbled. "Anywho, a patrol sounds fine t' me."

Snowpoppy nodded and waited.

Hemlockpaw followed his mentor and stood beside her as he awaited Midnightmoon's response.

Hemlockpaw followed Morningstar out of camp, keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of intrusion. Though the young tom was on the look out for danger, his face remained his usual stone cold look of disinterest. As he padded on in silence, he would also listen in to any conversations between the other three on the patrol.

Snowpoppy shot a quick look at her littermate as the two she—cats wordlessly followed their leader out of camp. She couldn’t wait to stretch out her paws, get some fresh air, renew the scent markers, maybe hunt a little bit.

Shimmercreek, on the other paw, was hardly enthused. She had only come along because she was basically forced to by Snowpoppy. She’d have been much more content to get at least a few more seconds shut—eye before running around doing duties till sundown. StarClan, being a warrior could be draining sometimes. She and Snowpoppy had just been made warriors, but it seemed like her sister had adjusted to the busy life of a MeadowClan warrior ten times as fast as she had. She sighed, flattening her ears to her head. Would she ever feel like she belonged?

Hemlockpaw glanced at Snowpoppy and Shimmercreek as they padded along wordlessly. He could feel the mild tension crackling between them, and his whiskers perked forwards as he watched them from the corners of his eyes. "Looks like someone got outta th' wrong side of her nest," he remarked, the snide comment aimed at Shimmercreek.