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The wind whipped the snow across his face and made him flinch. He had to do the nightly border patrol. Silverpaw had caught a cough and Vinetumbe had taken up an extra guard shift. The bangle tom grit his teeth and hissed against the uncomfortable sting. He was headed for the SpringClan border. Since their defeat and capture more activity had been seen than usual. He had voiced his worries about SunClan and NightClan pressing too close to the border while they explored the captured spoils of war. Now Spottednettle stopped in the cover of the ferns and squinted at the border hidden benieth the snow. Nothing gave away its position across the border if they were there.
Indeed, Wolfpaw of NightClan was straying far closer to the border than he should have been, though not a single paw had crossed it - he was sure of that. The dark grey tom slipped through the snow like a shadow, and his pelt would have given him away if not for the similarly dark trees that popped up now and again through the area. The young apprentice had just reached his sixth moon, so exploring was naturally a very tempting idea to him.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 4, 2018 21:24:20 GMT -5
The brush moved across the border and Spottednettle nearly passed it off for a snow rabbit before a patch of dark pelt like a shifting shadow caught his eye. She narrowed them to try and form a more clear image. Sure enough a small cat was out in SpringClan's territory. Spottednettle's ear twitched, it was a rather young cat and they had a much more musky scent to them. Was this a kit escaping from nightclan and sunclan? Maybe if there was one their were more. He was too close to the border. Spottednettle stepped from his hiding spot and made sure to not look towards the cat. He instead lowered his muzzle to the snow as if sniffing out a trail.
