Sedgewater Valley

[Fawnhearted]

Seedheart - 47 Moons - She/They
Gray, Silver and White Tortoiseshell w/ Heterochromic Blue and Brown Eyes
→ Sedgewater Valley

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Seedheart was tempted to make another joke about the moles, but Mintpaw's comment snapped them out of it. She felt her pelt heat up at the mention that they were supposed to be doing borders.

"I'm so sorry! Thank you for reminding us Mintpaw", she said, embarrassed. The molly truly was struggling to feel useful in the clan, and not doing the tasks she was assigned to do would definitely not help those feelings.

"Cricketsting, what direction should we head in?", Seedheart chirped to the warrior.

@Wingnettle @Dirtfur @FredTheFrog
[ arghhh, sorry this is super duper late! ]

[Dirtfur]

Cricketsting snapped his head out of the clouds, lost in the playground of his mind where he would design joke after joke. Thankful for Mintpaw, the cream patrol leader nodded and meowed, “Yes, you’re right we should. The border is… over there, Seedheart.” He pointed his tail to the left and sprinted in that direction. The wind was soaring as the border came closer. He began to mark the southside of the border.

@FredTheFrog @Wingnettle @Fawnhearted (sorry for being late and the short post)

[Apollo.]

- .Fennelcall. -
( @maple. - Im sorry this is late! )

Fennelcall shuttered as he padded towards Sedgewater Valley, it was getting colder now and he hadn't shed his summer coat just yet, so he could really feel the breeze. He simply felt like hunting out this way today, but he didn't realise the cold wind from the moors and the sea would manage to travel there. He opened his mouth to check for any prey scents, but instead of catching prey he caught- is that the smell of a kit..? his eyes widened slightly, he wasn't sure if the kit was okay or even from Riverclan but it didn't matter, a kit was a kit and this one was a long way from any clan camp. Fennelcall swiftly started to track the scent, and he came across an odd hazel bush.

[puppeteer]

The kits life hadn't always been this way. Their eyes weren't open yet, but their ears were. They were half a moon old, and they didn't know where they were. A new scent, kinda smelly, came near, sniffing near the bush and he hissed. They swatted in the general direction of the cat. They were panicking and freaking out. What if something bad was gonna happen??? She was breathing fast and hissing, growling, spitting. Everything. Just trying to get away. But, he was stuck in the bush where she had been left. Where was Mama? Or Papa?
@Apollo.

[Wingnettle]

Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes


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Mintpaw didn't hesitate and run after the other two warriors, wondering silently if Rainglow wasn't remaining behind.
As they approached the Riverclan border, the marsh gave way to open moor and wind batted the four cats' fur, bringing faint scent of the few traces of heather left from the chill of leaf-fall.

This is... Windclan. The she-cat gazed across the wide land in awe, admiring the freedom that the view inspired into her heart. The scents here were so weird, so mixed... but if she concentrated, she could easily make up their markers from the others.

Following Cricketsing's example, she chose a farther bush and marked the woody roots. Would the wind blow away their scent? What about the rain? At least, the roots were more covered from all of this and hopefully the Riverclan scent would linger around as long as possible. She wished Slatestripe was here with her.

[ @Dirtfur @FredTheFrog @Fawnhearted ]

[sock]

Rainglow followed the patrol up towards the place they had to mark. He chose a good bush, and and marked the dirt and roots beneath it's pretty leaves. The grey tom sighed, and looked toward the horizon again. He felt left out in the Clan... but he didn't know why. Rainglow swished his tail, and closed his eyes. If only he were more social. Then maybe he'd have more friends... but... but there was nothing you could do about his anxiety. Maybe it was a mental health problem, but either way, it was difficult for him. Rainglow looked back down at his paws, waiting for his patrol mates to finish marking the border.

[ @Dirtfir @Wingnettle @Fawnhearted ]

[Apollo.]

- .Fennelcall. -
( @maple. )

Fennelcalls ears straightened up, and he poked his head around the hazel bush slowly. His paused as he came face to face with the hissing kit, it was so.. small.. how old is this little one? his gaze shifted around, there was no sight of any sort of parent, who would leave such a young kit by themselves? he opened his mouth again, there was a strong fear scent coming from the kit, who could blame them? It seemed like they couldn't see yet, so of course if you heard Fennelcall they would be frightened. "shshsh-" he mewed quietly to the kit as gently as he could, "I'm sorry for scaring you, but I'm friendly little one." he let himself be caught by one of the little kit's tinsey claws, so that they knew exactly where he was.

[puppeteer]

The little kitten wanted nothing more than her Mama and Papa. He felt claws connect with skin, and with a small whimper, whipped their paws back. The person was so, so close. "Go 'way!" They squeaked, hoping his fear wasn't able to smelled. The kit, unnamed as of now, felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She started to cry, tears slipping out from under her closed eyes. More whimpers and small cries came from his mouth, muttering about wanting to go home and see Mama, Papa.

@Apollo.

[Apollo.]

- .Fennelcall. -
( @maple. he honestly has no idea what to do lol. )

Fennelcall felt really bad for the kitten, and he could help feeling like he made it worse, he slowly sat back up onto his haunches, so he was a bit further away from the terrified kit. "Im not leaving, not unless your parents come by to pick you up, and in that case I'll have a stern talking to them about leaving their kit alone, especially in this weather." he paused for a moment, would food help this situation? most cats were more at ease when they had food but this young one seemed to not be weened yet, it wouldn't hurt to ask if they want some..

"How about some food? I can make it very small so you can swallow it." he offered the little kit his voice was still gentle but now there was some hint of concern. Fennelcall was no queen, and his parents didn't let him go near any of his younger siblings until they were two moons old, so he didn't really know quite what to do. Should he ask the nearby patrol to help? No, that would probably just overwhelm them. Perhaps going to camp and asking a queen for help? That would take too long. Fennelcalls best option was just to stay so thats what he decided he'd do.

He studied them for a moment, even though their fear scent was thick in the air they couldn't smell any sort of clan scent on them, which meant they weren't a Windclan kit nor a Riverclan kit. Perhaps a rouge left them here.. He looked around once more, trying desperately to spot the little one's 'Mama and Papa'

[Wingnettle]

Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes


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Mintpaw followed the patrol along the Windclan borders, sometimes glancing back sideways to check on Rainglow. He seemed like a very lonely cat. Wasn't Slatestripe taking care of him? I'll make sure to tell him.

"We should hurry up and get it done. Soon." She added in a practical tone, not wanting her clanmates to fidget on any more. It was late already, and they should soon be back in camp to report to Fallownose.

The chilly breeze from the moor ruffled Mintpaw's short fur, but the heather scent was lovely and she would've remained gladly to admire the landscape a bit more. But... There's business to do.
She signaled to the others with her tail, letting Cricketsing take his place as the latrol leader and lead them all back.

[ @Dirtfur @FredTheFrog @Fawnhearted ]