Re: WindClan Patrols
~ ASHFEATHER ~
The she-cat was alive with nerves. She had thought that someone else would be reporting, but apparently not. She actually hadn't wanted to go face-to-face with Wolffang. Not only was he the cat who hated her, but he was also the WindClan deputy. Swallowing, quickly swiping away a stray trickle of drool with her tongue, she padded up to the large, powerful-looking gray tom. He had actually put her on a patrol - and been doing better in general - but, well, she knew what he was probably thinking. He hates you... but he's a loyal warrior. Don't be so harsh, Ashfeather! she ended up scolding herself. The she-cat took a deep breath and took a couple steps closer, trying to stop her voice from trembling.
"We found... we found, by the border, a dead frog and some feathers. No dogs, thank StarClan. Or straying ShadowClan cats. Everything looks clear, although I don't know where that ended up coming from. The feathers and frog, I mean." Despite not stuttering, Ashfeather's voice had tremored, and she crouched down, a cold feeling rising up within her stomach. Quickly, she backed away from the tom's disgusted, angry bright yellow gaze, before darting away across the clearing. She'd spend a little time in the nursery. Her two runaway kits, her dead mate, and her stillborn kit were still fresh in her mind. A shudder ran through her; she swore that the dappled gray tom's eyes were following her from across the clearing.
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