[Arie]

Originally Posted by doghouse

Hail's steps were rather hasty and careless as they stormed across the more as a quick walk, their eyes sharp with guilt and anger. They weren't really paying attention to where they were going, and their fur was still bristling from the argument they'd just had. They hadn't meant to, but they had a lot of pent up emotions, and sometimes they simply couldn't hold it anymore. It wasn't even the other cat that Hailbird was mad it, but rather themself. Picking a quieter place at the base of a small bush, the young warrior grimaced slightly. They truly were trying to regain their usual high levels of self-control, but it was hard. Harder than it should've been.

Sinking their claws into the dirt beneath them, Hail shook their head to try and clear their mind. It did help, albeit not much. “I'm trying,” Hail hissed to themself, forcing their fur to lie flat. It took several minutes, but they were soon calmed down enough to be able to think clearly.

Maybe if they found somebody to talk to- something to do- they'd be better off. With this now in mind, the small black and white cat stood, stretching a little before they set out, a new spring in their step and a determined gleam in their yellow-green eyes. This was an entire Clan! How hard could it be to find a little company? Weaving through the small patch of bushes, Hailbird has their sights set for the top if the hill. From there they'd be able to see much of the territory, even the lake. At least, if they were right about where they even were.

It wasn't like they'd paid attention while storming out here. But of course, the young warrior was very familiar with the territory. To the other Clans it might look all the same, but as a Windclan cat through and through, there was little confusing about it. Now the forest territories? Those were probably something different altogether.

@Arie

A light grey tom with dark spots covering his entire fur sat up on a hill that overlooked most of Windclan territory. He never did this, or hadn't done it in how long he wasn't sure. It was a memory of the past that was gone in the void that was his mind. Because it was true, for the silver tom he no longer remembered all the positives all there was was a void. An empty void filled with nothing but insanity although he'd had yet to admit it. Because admitting it made it all the more true didn't it? Yes as long as it was only but a spec in his conscience he could keep working like nothing was wrong. Cause nothing was really wrong with him. Or so he did indeed believe.

Stretching out he let out a sigh as he heard pawsteps on the ground and he turned around his fur bristling already. Why did other cats decide that bothering him was a good idea? Or maybe they weren't aware, maybe they weren't aware that Breezefeather was here already. Oh well, he would ignore them until his mind decided to give him the knowledge of another peaceful spot to let the void take further control. He was still dumbfounded that he'd been given an apprentice, of all cats Buttercupbreeze had chosen him to mentor a cat. He couldn't believe that the molly was that stupid and he had been around her plenty of times. Too many times in his own opinion. Why did his mind always strafe? It used to stay still for hours on end. He could just sit and watch the moor. It was obviously like this no longer.

Actually taking a proper look at the cat who had decided that this hill seemed like the perfect spot - probably for a nap - he noticed the dark and white coat. It was something he wasn't that used to seeing, considering that his mother had been a grey, his mate cream colored and his own daughter the same brown cream colored as himself. She had also held his eyes. Bunnypaw could so easily be tracked to Breezefeather if they just looked into her eyes. Her tail as well was long like the tom's and he shook his head to clear it of its cobwebs. He kept getting sidetracked. Why did he keep getting side tracked? "Hi," he meowed crossly and turned his back on the approaching cat.