before All is Lost / blossomheart

[minty]

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♂ Brokentail
StormClan Warrior, former deputy
scarred dark brown tabby; leaf-green eyes
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The dark tabby tomcat hurried himself out of the crowd in the heart of StormClan’s camp, worry engulfing his mental state terribly. His blood-shot eyes wandered from side to side as he trotted out of camp into the forest toward MidnightClan territory. He tripped over a long root protruding through the earth, sending him flying into a series of jagged stones that lay ahead. He could feel a sensation of pain begin to ebb at his shoulder where he came in contact with the rocks. Heaving himself up, his heart racing now, he noticed the slight sparkle of crimson that droplets from his wound had left on the terrain. Shaking his shoulder, albeit in much pain, he turned and continued in his journey. After all, he had someone to see in particular – if she would not meet him he feared he would finally succumb to his insanity.

As he made his way to the edge of MidnightClan and StormClan’s border, his eyes glanced about. There was no way she would know to meet him here, but he secretly prayed that she would stumble upon him. Granted, she had no reason to. As of late, he had not been kind to her. Brokentail had been tossing around his feelings as well as hers in the process. He came close to her and then rudely pushed her away. In fact, he had not seen her for over a moon; he doubted she would remain mateless or even care at all for him. He could only hope that Blossomheart had the kind heart in her to help him now at his moment of need before he lost who he was forever.

He crouched in a bush on MidnightClan’s side, catching a whiff of the campsite a ways away. He could smell many cats, but had no luck with finding her scent. He pushed his back up against the bush and let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down. He licked at his shoulder wound, wincing a bit under the pain that flowed through him. After all, all he could do now was wait.

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[Midnight]

Laying around the camp all day had really gotten to the she-cat and she definitely needed some time out. Blossomheart decided she'd take a walk- perhaps to the river to check that StormClan were keeping to their own territory? Yes. That is what Blossomheart decided she would do. The kind she-cat trotted out of camp, already feeling a slight less bored and stuffed up. What being in camp all day could do to a cat! Not only boring, it was much fresher and prettier outside of camp. The air was crisp and had a nice, fresh feeling to it.

Her tail was high in the air and her brown tabby fur was neatly groomed. Blossomheart had nothing else to do that morning, so she had spent a long time focusing on grooming her pelt to perfection- well, at least as well as she could clean it. Blossomheart's green eyes were bright, and slightly rounded. She didn't want to appear angry or annoyed and have them narrowed, yet she most definitely was not in fear- so why have her eyes widened to the edges?

Many thoughts went through the MidnightClan warrior's mind. Though, there was something that made everything pause. Her mind paused, her body paused, even the forest seemed to pause. StormClan scent... On our territory! Blossomheart's fur rose and she concentrated on seeing if she could define the scent further. Of course, being MidnightClan, Blossomheart hardly knew any StormClan cat- but there was one whose scent would forever be familiar to her. Brokentail! Blossomheart thought, her fur settling down again and everything beginning it's usual pace again. The she-cat quickly groomed her fur again, so as to look decent when she saw the tom- if he really was still around. After all, he could've already gone back to his Clan and it was a stale scent that Blossomheart had figured out. but she had to know anyway.

Blossomheart decided she'd walk to find Brokentail. The warrior figured it would probably be easier to find him if she was at a slower pace. Blossomheart kept her jaws apart slightly, her sense of smell working hard. "Brokentail?" Blossomheart called in a low voice, hoping that he'd hear her and she wouldn't have to keep searching. She had to keep the excitement out of her voice so it wouldn't come out at a higher volume and alert any of her- or Brokentail's- Clanmates.

Upon passing a bush, Blossomheart stopped again. His scent was definitely the strongest it had been since she started searching. The warrior backed up a few steps and looked at the bush, "Brokentail?" Probably hiding in it? Blossomheart wondered.