The sun floated high in the sky laying warmth onto the valley below. The breeze was cold, even though leaf-bare was now ending, the winds from the mountains of BliazzardClan's territory would start to take over the heat of BlazeClan's forest and make it a foggy environment. Two days had passed since the trespassing into BlizzardClan's border by Wolfpaw's recklessness and all had turned back to normal, except that now the warriors were given an extra duty; more hunting missions. Prey would begin to hide away from colder temperatures.
Wolfpaw shivered. His fur was green-leaf light, though the grey tom never worried about it; he didn't feel too pleased for the cold winds of mountains. He followed his patrol close by, right behind Smokestep, a sleek grey she-cat with strong legs. In the lead was Mudjaw, an old but energetic warrior, one of the two senior warriors. The hazel brown tom had a dark brown muzzle that had given him his name so many seasons ago. Right beside Mudjaw, Paleblaze walked carefully with her eyes onto the DeathClan border. Behind her followed Mousepond, Smokestep's half-sister, she was a light grey warrior with short fur and pretty blue eyes.
Mudjaw stopped the patrol at the roots of a tree, there he mew out some instructions. "Let's refresh the scent markers, I don't want DeathClan getting any ideas of stealing our territory, they've been too quiet lately."
"Yes, how long has it been since the last Gathering?" Meowed Paleblaze.
"I believe a little bit less than a moon. Now that I notice, do you think BlizzardClan will explain why they've renewed their scent markers?." Responded Smokestep.
Mudjaw shook his head. "It doesn't really concern us if they do," His voice calm, as if he were trying to be nice to her. "but it'd like to know why as well. Anyway, let's hope we don't have to worry about DeathClan as much as the cats in cold mountains." He said to Paleblaze.
Everyone nodded in agreement and went to refresh the scent markers. The grey apprentice dashed out the edge of the river, where he heard the beautiful noise of the water flowing quickly. After Wolfpaw finished leaving his scent markers he gave a thoughtful stare to the narrow river that divided both borders. It was very swift and certainly cleaner than what it looked like a moon ago. About a moon ago, it was poisoned by Hindpaw trash that drifted its way to the river all the way from Hindpaw Place, which had turned into an epidemic as DeathClan lost cats due to to hunting from the river.
The grey tom prickled his ears, he heard a quiet splash in the water that attracted his attention. Steadily made his way across some bushes, he sniffed the air to make sure he was not walking into an enemy, although, he only smelled a vole. He unsheathed his claws and awaited to detect the prey. A water vole jumped out of the water and closer onto where Wolfpaw was, the wind was at his favor and his prey was too busy now eating. With a fierce leap he landed on the vole, he threw it in the air, and when it landed it squealed sluggishly and with a swipe of his claws, he killed the creature.
"Mouse dung, prey's prob'bly gone if they heard that." He complained to himself. He picked up his water vole and walked away from the border. He leaped over some stones and looked around for his Clanmates.
"Well done Wolfpaw! You caught that vole very nicely!" Said a voice.
He turned around swiftly and was relieved as he saw Paleblaze coming towards him with the rest of the patrol behind her.
"I'm impressed Wolfpaw, I don't remember seeing you so patient. It was very well of you to await for your prey to be busy. And the wind was on your favor, you took your opportunity without hesitation." Chuckled Mudjaw.
Wolfpaw's tail twitched embarrassingly, taking his praise in. "Thanks for noticin'!" He meowed cheerfully. He picked up his dead vole and reunited with them. Without wasting anymore time, they set off to the camp. What luck! Mudjaw gives praise to who deserve it, and I've clearly shown I deserve it!
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