+ Inspired with Boredom +

Antlers

Rustfeather was walking through the brush, suddenly getting spooked. Willowfield came out, as Rustfeather let out a sigh of relief. He walked along back to Garclan's camp, but Willow stopped when she spotted a deer. "Thats unusual.." she mewed, sounding a little confused. In Garclan's territory, there were mainly fish and pelicans near the river they shared with Valleyclan. "It maybe got scared by a pesky rouge," Rust replied, thinking it was normal. The two bounded back to camp, feeling odd about the deer. When they went back, the she-cat put some prey in the pile, and Rustfeather headed to the leader's den to warn about the deer. In Rattlestar's den, Rustfeather waited as for his turn, as Rattle was speaking with others. When it was finally time, Rustfeather said, "I saw a dear over by the border river..I don't know if its fine or not." Rattlestar looked shocked. He came to his senses, and then replied in a stern tone. "Antlers by morning, theres worse to come." Rustfeather felt odd. Rattlestar called a meeting as he leaped upon tall stump in the middle of camp. "We need to prepare. We will send out patrols tomorrow morning as soon as it hits sunrise. Look for any signs of antlers. If none, we will be fine. Onto the next subject." When the meeting ended, Willowfield and Rustfeather were left confused the whole night, yet still got sleep. As soon as they felt the sun on their fur, Rust and Willow got up going on a patrol again. Half of the clan was gone, but Willow suspected they went on patrol aswell. When they found nothing, as of no antlers, or deer; they were safe, but Valleyclan offered some shelter for a little while. The question is still out there for Rustfeather and Willowfield, why did the antlers matter?