[BEAR.]

 

Originally Posted by Hexict

She nodded as he explained that they had some difficulty but were doing well. The warrior was glad that her clan-mates were able to adjust to these troubling times. She knew that they all yearned to return to their old camp, but she hoped that they hung in there. No one was sure how long they would be forced to live out here, everybody wishing for this to be all over. Mistfall knew that this wasn't over and it wouldn't end soundly, no matter what happened. Her mind briefly wondered to the time when Riverclan had to live with Shadowclan moons ago due to the flood. It was so strange. Shadowclan had taken Riverclan in at that time, and now they helped drive Riverclan out of their own territory. The relationships between the clans were so fragile and easily switched from ally to rival. It was annoying.

The molly was brought out of these thoughts as Firehawk brought up her daughter. "Ashpaw seems to be doing fine. I just feel bad for her. She had joined the clan not long before all of this happened and I worry that it may be too much for her. She probably didn't expect these kinds of things when she first joined. I want to protect her from this kind of troubles.... But she's so strong for staying loyal to Riverclan through all of this," pride warmed her heart and tone as she said the last bit. Mistfall wished that she spent more time with Ashpaw, but she wasn't exactly sure how to be a good parents. Perhaps she had rushed into things when she adopted the helpless kit moons ago. She had adopted another kit - Yukon - right after she had become the age of a warrior though she had lived as a rogue during the last bits of her apprenticeship to a few moons after she was old enough to be a warrior. She was so impulsive then, becoming mates with her best friend at the time and adopting a kit together despite being way too young to be able to take on that responsibility. Not Yukon hates her and the two haven't spoken in so long, neither of them knew what happened to the other. Mistfall feared the thought that Ashpaw might grow to dislike her and they would become estranged as well.

Ears flattened in embarrassment as her stomach gave off a sudden and angry growl. Pale blue gaze slid around the area again, this time scanning for signs of food. She didn't remember the last time she ate. Did I eat yesterday? She had been so stressed over Riverclan's move and joining the peacemakers against Fallenstar in secret to really keep track of when she ate. Flicking her tail she turned back to the orange and white tom. "Maybe we should hunt? Bring a few fresh-kills back to camp for the clan?" Firehawk seemed convinced that nothing was out of the ordinary here so it should be fine to switch to hunting, right? The clan wasn't doing too well with prey as of late. Putting aside the fact that prey was getting more and more scarce as the season grew colder, they did not have the river that they did back in their true territory. Few of their clan-mates knew how to hunt land-prey since they were use to hunting fish in the river so there was never a need for them to learn how to hunt things like birds, mice and moles. Mistfall had heard that Firehawk use to be a loner prior to living in Riverclan and believed that that might mean that he can hunt land-prey. She, too, had learned how to in the moons that she lived as a rogue, though it was far from impressive and only knew enough to keep from starving.

Firehawk nodded, ears twitching as he tasted the air. "Sounds like a plan. We may want to move away from the border, we're already intruding on their land enough. I can't imagine Grousestar being happy with an accidental border crossing if we chased something over it."

Besides, he couldn't detect anything recent. "We can try further into the territory? If it doesn't work out, there's no harm in seeing if we can find anything beyond Clan territory. There's plenty of uninhabited territory at our disposal." The area around Seastones would likely be the best. Clan activity would keep outsiders at bay, while the lack of hunting wouldn't have negatively impacted the population of prey. Checking it out while they were on the hunt for food seemed logical to him. "If you're alright with that," he continued. "I know it might be odd to think about going past the boundaries, but it wouldn't effect the other Clans, and it might be the difference between coming back with prey or not."