At long last, the ideal opportunity to tail Creekroar had presented itself to Nightstorm. He’d said nothing to any cat, not wishing to raise the alarm until he knew more, but he could not deny the rush at finally feeling as though he’d have some answers to Creekroar’s questionable recent behavior.
Nightstorm had always been wretched at tracking, and he performed no better as he stalked his Clanmate through the first-encrusted pines. His footfalls were deafeningly loud, at least to him. He snagged underbrush with his long silvery fur and snapped twigs every other step. But if Creekroar heard any of it, he wasn’t acknowledging it.
Distracted? Thoughts of treason on your mind? Nighstorm thought bitterly, as he pressed onward.
Finally Creekroar came to a stop, nearest the RiverClan border. So that’s who he’s reporting to.
Nightstorm had always thought that Copperstar was an honest and straightforward tom, but maybe pregnancy had addled his already water-logged brain, if he was playing at using spies. Shifting uncomfortably on his numbing feet, Nighstorm waited until the moon was directly overhead before anything of note happened. Across the way, ginger-and-white she-cat emerged from the bushes and practically ran towards them, greeted in turn by Creekroar in a most intimate manner. The two entwined like snakes, their pelts mingling, frosted breaths clouding the air like fog.
Holy mother of….
So it wasn’t treason after all. At least, not the traditionally intentional kind.
“Alright, alright I’ve seen enough.” His voice thundered, as he finally chose to make himself known. “Creekroar, get your sorry hide back to camp before I rip it off your back. The bodies of those who died at the battle of the pointed stones are hardly even cold in their graves yet, and you’re prancing about with a RiverClan trollop? I thought you had more sense, boy.”
🦂
It had been a rather long day, with the recent events and the rather... questionable retraining they had before the battle with thunderclan over a bunch of half breeds. It made her rather upset over something so silly. It made her frustrated and a total waste of resources when there were bigger issues going on. It left her rather restless and more or less unable to fall asleep in a more reasonable timeframe. When that didn't happen she decided to go out for a little walk to help wear her out to maybe have an easier time.
So there she was going out and about in the shadowclan territory going no where to really go exactly. Muttering under her breath as she continued out her venture out when all of a sudden she heard some commotion by the border not to far out. Scowling slightly she turned course, curious to what exactly was going on. Who would be out causing such ruckus at that hour.
What she saw before her caused Crimsonsky to hiss out in anger, tail lashing as she watched the pair, "Have you lost your mind? Didn't we just have some battle over a bunch of halfbreeds? Why go out and cause even more problems for the clan?" She hissed out tail whipping from side to side in complete anger, her gaze rather cold.
"Last thing we need is another pair causing the same issues." She growled letting her gaze shift from one pair to the other not even caring that the other warrior was ther.