The soft breeze was bringing a blast of the Newleaf season air. Another cold and fierce Leaf-bare took end. What a relief to finally have prey in abundance, the warmth of the sunbeam and less illness dangers. The peaceful sound of the freshly born tree leaves shook by the wind, the defrosted lake, the warbling of the birds... The forecast of a magnificent season.
The rustling of bushes obviously distracted curious SeaPaw. A black head followed by a grey chested body emerged. It was non other than WolfFang... He once again came to bother the black she-cat with his annoying love for her.
-Who do I see here ? A beautiful sunny flower. So what do you do this afternoon ? Free to join me for a hunt ?
The young queen gazed at the tom that was rubbing against her.
-Let go of me WolfFang ! Don't you have an apprentice to train ? she spitted.
The black feline stretched and answered with an amused tone.
-He is still sleeping.
-Well what are you waiting for ? Go wake him up. It is not a story for kits the fact that the Clan needs strong warriors and fast ! growled SeaPaw, impatient and embarrassed by his approaches.
The female turned her back while vigorously whisking the air with her tail. She did not yet know if she shared the same emotions with WolfFang. The undergrowth shook once again. He must've eclipsed.
I should leave as well... Being that close to the Earthpath isn't very safe...thought SeaPaw.
***
A subtle ray of sun was clearing through the twig roof that was covering the warrior's den. By her surprise, FireStripe, her mentor, was still asleep. But the fact that she needed to walk the entire way to Mamba -a loner with friendly relationships with the Greenery Clan- must have worn her out. By the way, it was a mission that MuseStar asked her to do. It consists in warning the loner about the big amount of Twolegs violating the boundaries of the barn and GreeneryClan lands. Yes, the season changing also meant that many Humans were venturing into the reborn forest.
SeaPaw rushed towards MuseStar while noticing that he was leaving his lair.
She stopped in time so she doesn't smash into the old (although very noble and respected) leader.
-MuseStar ! she shouted, between two breaths.
The two-coloured male creased his eyes giving the novice a perplex expression.
-What is it young SeaPaw ? he asked, sceptical.
-Can I be part of a morning patrol ?
The young feline turned her head away for a moment, waiting for any answer. A gleam of satisfaction was visible in her superior's green eyes. The latter one scrutinized the clearing, probably searching for free warriors.
-Here ! FireStripe is up ! Go with her, BlackStorm and BriefClaw, announced MuseStar with a scary silence, pointing at the trio with the tip of his tail.
Ce dernier scruta la clairière, sûrement à la recherche de guerriers disponibles.
-Ma lieutenante s'est réveillée. Va. Rejoint-la, elle, puis Tempête de Charbon et Griffe Furtive, annonça avec un calme épeurant Étoile du Songe, pointant du bout de sa queue les trois guerriers visés.
The patrol was walking peacefully in the giant clearing all covered in greenery, moss, vines, medicine plants and bordered by many tall trees. The deputy stopped and inhaled the air. BriefClaw walked towards the trees so he could mark the territory. While BlackStorm was quielty observing the surroundings by sniffing every nook.
SeaPaw has been attracted by an ennemy scent. Her fur bristled and she suddenly bringed out her claws that were sparkling under the bright sun light.
-Intruders... Follow me, i have their scent.
Definitively, the apprentice was an incredible tracker. The young female rushed forward the odor source in a silent race. The youngster interrupted her running in a prairie not far from the Earthpath and recognized WhiteWhiskers, FoxFur and a small beginner apprentice. It was three MistralClan members. They were hunting in their territory, that was a violation of the Warrior Code.
Without waiting for FireStripe's orders, SeaPaw jumped, claws out, fangs uncovered on the brown warrior and send him to roll furder. Taking adventage of his disorientated state, the bluish black she-cat charged towards the male to strike his thorax. Screams raised behind her, it sounded like another fight. Before she could even assign another attack, WhiteWhiskers hit her with his claw covered paw so hard that the young female has been throwed out and remained unconscious for a few minutes.
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