Border Talks (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: Wolf [Finchsong] 

OOC: Damn sorry I forgot about this momentarily ;-; 

Thrushstar sniffed around the Slopes, relishing in the moment. He had finally found some time for himself to spend by himself, and that was all he needed. The air was warming up, a sign that greenleaf was coming-- but it felt like a breath of fresh air. He inhaled deeply, and breathed out, closing his eyes, watching the water vapor that came from his breath rise lazily up into the blue sky. The clouds over-head danced cheerfully, and Thrushstar smiled softly at the scenery. He would never get tired of his meadow home, however plain it seemed to the other Clanners. 

A familiar river stench filled his nostrils, and he narrowed his eyes. He was getting close to the border, and he could smell it now-- a mixture of WhisperClan and StormClan scents mixed together to form a firm line. He remembered the bitter quarrel last time he'd been here with a patrol. That didn't look good on my part. Sometimes he wished he wasn't leader, and that he could freely jump into battle like Foxclaw did. It took all his willpower not to follow the ginger tom when he'd leapt onto Finchsong. His own blood had boiled like the old times, but something had changed. 

He hadn't attacked. If he was the old Thrushleap, he would've already unsheathed his claws far earlier than Foxclaw. He smirked to himself. The old, older Thrushleap would've never dreamed of being deputy or leader, either. It just showed that, even when he was younger and stupid, he had changed. He remembered saying something to Foxclaw when they had been new warriors, when he was still the old, older Thrushleap: "Leader? Leader? Those cats with nine lives? Great StarClan, if I knew I had to live another eight times after I die I'd kill myself right now. And seven times after that!" 

Who knew he'd be one of those cats with nine lives? He couldn't be more thankful, yet he still found it hard to believe he was leading the Clan. He glanced across the border again. One day, I'd be standing on the Pond of Truce next to Finchstar. It was time to make amends. He didn't want to hold a lifelong grudge (not to mention "lifelong" meant nine lifelongs for him) between the two Clans. So he sat and waited for the deputy to come. 

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Quote: "Afterlife? Pfft. If I knew I had to live another life after this I'd kill myself right now."
~Bender, Futurama

[Wolf]

OOC: It's ok, I only just got home from camp last night so ^-^

Finchsong had set out by herself for some hunting after a long day of patrols and watching over the Clan in the StormClan leader's place due to illness. After burying some of her newest kills by a large tree, the ginger tabby suddenly got a burst of energy and pushed herself forward to sprint across the territory, nimbly avoiding trees, bushes, and roots in her path. It wasn't until the land began to change that she noticed she was nearing the border they shared with their WhisperClan neighbors.

She slowed down as the trees began to thin and tasted the air, tail flicking up as the wind brought the smell of prey towards her. The WhisperClan border was within view now but she decided that she could hunt before checking the markers herself. Dropping into a crouch, the StormClan deputy located a wood thrush pecking among the ground wet from thaw. In a quick movement, Finchsong pounced and caught the bird with a quick nip to its neck. Placing the body by the tree and kicking some dry soil over it, the she-cat continued on her way to the border.

The long furred deputy strode across the StormClan land and quickly caught sight of the WhisperClan leader sitting by the border. Ears pricked in interest and her eyes narrowed warily as the memories of their last encounter flooded her mind, Finchsong picked up her pace and trotted over to the border to face Thrushstar. "Hello Thrushstar. Congratulations on receiving your 9 lives." She greeted warily, her ears flicking to hear if he had any other cats around waiting to attack.

[Lionhearted]

He had just about closed his eyes when a moving shape a distance away on the other side of the border jerked him out of his stupor. The cat pounced, caught something, and buried it. As it grew bigger, he twitched his ears. Huh. She'd come quicker than he'd thought she would. He opened his mouth to speak, but she had already greeted him first.

"Hello, Thrushstar. Congratulations on receiving your nine lives."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. How did she know he'd become leader? Gossip spreads, I guess. "Thank you," he said, politely but curtly. Standing up, he decided to get to his purpose. No use in beating around the bush. "Doing well, I hope?" Pausing for a moment, to let go of his pride, Thrushstar breathed out, not knowing he'd held his breath in the first place. "You're the cat I'm looking for. I came to apologize for what's happened.

"Foxclaw is a difficult warrior. He has a tendency to do his own thing without consideration for others. I'm not putting that out as an excuse, though. It was bad on my part as deputy to be unable to restrain him. These kinds of things happen every once in a while, and it can be annoying, but I'd say it's inevitable. I've dealt with Foxclaw, and I apologize on his behalf for his... behavior." He had almost said inexcusable behavior, but he'd stopped himself. He knew he perhaps hadn't admonished Foxclaw as harshly as he should've. He was being loyal to his Clan. He started it, but Finchsong was getting him agitated. I know I would've done the same thing if I were younger. He didn't know if he had felt worse knowing that he couldn't punish Foxclaw badly for what he'd done, because he himself had done similar things, or that he couldn't punish Foxclaw badly because he was mostly being taunted and egged on by Finchsong and her warriors.

[Wolf]

Finchsong dipped her head in acknowledgement of the apology, knowing as well that she had somewhat lost control of her own warriors. "Thank you, Thrushstar, I also apologize for my warriors and apprentices, they apparently had not gotten used to responding to my orders and need more reminding of what backing off looks like." The ginger she-cat sat down, a show of relaxation in front of this cat who would regularly be an enemy warrior in almost any other situation. It was easy for her to tell that Thrushstar was a clear minded leader, and his hoping to meet her at the border to apologize was a bold yet admirable quality. She would obviously never state it, but Finchsong looked forward to see how the two of them would get along as leaders.

You must be wondering how I knew you got your 9 lives, though I'm sure you figured out that gossip travels fast. Patrols overhear things and then they relay it back at camp. Same old, same old I suppose." She shrugged as her emerald gaze drifted off to stare at the trees surrounding the border before focusing back on Thrushstar. "So, how have things been in WhisperClan? I hope leafbare didn't treat your Clan too badly."

Lionhearted