Post by εℓιzαвεтн. on Jun 11, 2015 10:27:09 GMT -5
ooc; I'm assuming the like meant you agreed with me making the post. ^^ Midnight
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The sun had barely cast it's early morning rays over the mountain when Heronsong awoke. And he had barely awoken when he began wondering what the patrols of the day would look like and if the freshkill needed more prey to feed the clan. Well, of course the freshkill pile needed more; it always needed more. The question Heronsong was actually stuck on was whether he should go out and hunt by himself or see if Briarstar wanted to place him elsewhere. The black warrior pulled himself out of his den to stretch out his muscles in the chill the cave stubbornly clung to from the previous night. A sideways glance confirmed that the prey had barely changed from the night before.
Heronsong looked to the entrance of Briarstar's den. Perhaps he should see if his leader needed anything. A deputy had yet to be appointed, and while he had no interest in the position for himself, he was sure that the new leader could use some sort of help. He hadn't been there for the fight with Midnightclan, but he could assume the sort of nerves, mistrust, and bitter anger that accompanied watching one's leader die. The already strained relationship they had with Bramblestar and his clan had only been strained more, making Heronsong uneasy. Just because Talonclan was a good distance from the clans didn't mean that Midnightclan wouldn't come up the mountain for an attack. Would Talonclan be prepared for an attack from a forest clan? And he knew how nervous the clan had been just with Pebblestar's disappearance alone. Briarstar must surely have felt all of the emotions the clan was facing by tenfold, for that was the entire role of a leader.
Maybe he would pop in and see if she needed anything.
Quickly, the large warrior padded to the den, black coat making him no more than a shadow on the still dark cave walls. He hesitated by the entrance. "Briarstar?" he called out. If luck was anywhere close to his side, she would be awake and willing to let him enter.
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The sun had barely cast it's early morning rays over the mountain when Heronsong awoke. And he had barely awoken when he began wondering what the patrols of the day would look like and if the freshkill needed more prey to feed the clan. Well, of course the freshkill pile needed more; it always needed more. The question Heronsong was actually stuck on was whether he should go out and hunt by himself or see if Briarstar wanted to place him elsewhere. The black warrior pulled himself out of his den to stretch out his muscles in the chill the cave stubbornly clung to from the previous night. A sideways glance confirmed that the prey had barely changed from the night before.
Heronsong looked to the entrance of Briarstar's den. Perhaps he should see if his leader needed anything. A deputy had yet to be appointed, and while he had no interest in the position for himself, he was sure that the new leader could use some sort of help. He hadn't been there for the fight with Midnightclan, but he could assume the sort of nerves, mistrust, and bitter anger that accompanied watching one's leader die. The already strained relationship they had with Bramblestar and his clan had only been strained more, making Heronsong uneasy. Just because Talonclan was a good distance from the clans didn't mean that Midnightclan wouldn't come up the mountain for an attack. Would Talonclan be prepared for an attack from a forest clan? And he knew how nervous the clan had been just with Pebblestar's disappearance alone. Briarstar must surely have felt all of the emotions the clan was facing by tenfold, for that was the entire role of a leader.
Maybe he would pop in and see if she needed anything.
Quickly, the large warrior padded to the den, black coat making him no more than a shadow on the still dark cave walls. He hesitated by the entrance. "Briarstar?" he called out. If luck was anywhere close to his side, she would be awake and willing to let him enter.
