It was getting quite eerie with no one around, the frustrated steps of all windclans less injured behind him. Eerie. Yes. That was the word. The stupid thicket was impossible to step through even with his lean body he still got stuff nagged in his fur. Just than he heard something.. it was subtle it was above him. Probably a bird but than.. no.
Flintspirit dropped out of the sky and landed right in front of him. For a moment he was so stunned he let out a shriek throwing a swipe and started backing up as fast as he could until he ran straight into a thorn bush. He blinked a few times getting over the initial shock before his eyes focused in on the shape in front of him. A.. a cat. Just a cat. A thunderclan cat. Yes. Just a cat..
“YOU BLOODY MORON!” he snapped suddenly yanking himself from the tangled of the bush. That probably wasn’t the best idea. He stomped forward til he stood face to face with the tom
“you don’t go dropping out of trees in the middle of the night on unsuspecting cats! What if I had a heart atttack and died? How would you like it if I just decided to pop out of the ground like a daisy in front of you?!” he paused realizing he sounded ridiculous and snorting in frustration.
He realized after a moment it wasn’t just a warrior. It was thunderclans.. leader? What was he doing wandering around at night?
“Sorry- I realize this is your territory.” the apology was stiff and his face was downcast
“Flintstar. As you probably could already see.. this is half of windclan” he nodded over his shoulder gesturing to the queens and kits and apprentices and few warriors he had with them.
“We were attacked by coyotes. Half of our clan went to shadowclan for refuge.. the rest of us came seeking it.. “ he’d stop letting the tom process what he could.
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