Post by Lone on Jan 8, 2009 13:15:39 GMT -6
Eagleheart padded out from the bushes that made up the warrior's den - he had slept well, no dreams of any sort that he remembered, and was ready to patrol the borders. As he made his way across the clearing, his stomach rumbled quite loudly.
Sunclan probably could have heard that all the way from here! I think I should get something to eat before I go.
The sun shone weakly on the fallen snow as the dark mahogany tom walked over toward the freshkill pile. He took a small vole - he wasn't that hungry, just needed enough food that his stomach would stop rumbling.
He tore into the flesh of the vole with his ivory teeth, savoring the taste of the slightly-warm blood tasting good in his mouth. After he finished, he licked his chops and then began to wash his face with his black paws.
His tan orbs lit up as he scanned the clearing, seeing if there was anyone in the camp who wished to go on a border patrol with him, as the scents needed to be renewed at least once a day. The patrol would probably be going by the SunClan borders, and possibly by the two-leg nests, just to make sure that no kitty-pet had attempted to cross into their land - prey was scarce enough even without a kitty-pet or a loner gorging themselves on what Starclan had said was their clan's food. Even though Eagleheart doubted that kitty-pets could catch their prey, loners most likely could, and would be a problem if they didn't pay attention to the borders.
And who knew what Sunclan could be up to? Eagleheart certainly didn't want anything to happen to his clan just because somebody thought that the gorge would be ample protection - what if they found a relatively safe way down and up the chasm? No, not patrolling the borders would most certainly not do - and even if it was assured that Sunclan would be no threat, the warrior code stated that the scent-marks should be kept quite fresh.
"Is anyone up for a border patrol?"
Just as soon as the tom said that, however, he heard a cry from the hollowed out stump where the clan leader, Oceanstar, made her nest.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join together for a meeting of the clan."
Interesting, the mahogany coloured cat thought as he padded toward the clan meeting. No kits are up for apprenticing, nor apprentices to warriors.
The only thing the tom could think the leader would call a meeting for would be the appointing of a deputy - they needed a new one, and quickly, before they broke the warrior code, and before the other clans thought that they were weak.
--- > Exit stage left to the meeting thread.