Desperate Times Apr 29, 2012 2:06:09 GMT -6
Post by Mutant on Apr 29, 2012 2:06:09 GMT -6
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The apprentice charged down towards the Twoleg bridge, breathing as best she could through the bundle of herbs in her mouth. Whitestar had told her to lead the Clan to the border; if there was any evidence of her growing position within RiverClan, it was right there. Had she been a regular apprentice, she would have been a warrior by this point; the fact that she was a medicine cat apprentice gave her status despite still being just that- an apprentice. She streaked towards the border, determination in her pale eyes. If they needed to speak with WindClan, she could do it. WindClan knew who she was, and it was clear even from here that the river had burst its banks- she could hear it frothing and charging nearby, and picked up her pace, breathing hard through her nose. She saw a small figure on the border; a WindClan cat had been out hunting, it seemed, and saw the massive line of RiverClan cats rushing towards the border. He stood alone on the border, and as Spottedpaw got closer she recognized the WindClan deputy- Littleheart. The tiny cat stood with the wind ruffling his fur, pale eyes narrowed as he watched them approach. Spottedpaw slowed to a trot as she neared the border, and put down the bundle as she walked straight up to Littleheart.
"What business does RiverClan have at the border?" the tiny cat challenged, tail swishing aggressively.
Spottedpaw wanted to club him around his ears. He knew why they were there- he just wanted them to say it aloud, to ask for help. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her leader was following the group; she wouldn't need to talk to WindClan herself, after all. She was a bit relieved, in all honesty- Littleheart did not look friendly. It would have been foolish of him to attack- he was vastly outnumbered- but Spottedpaw did not want to make a mistake in explaining the situation. "Here comes Whitestar," she told him, sitting down on RiverClan's side of the border. "You can talk to her."
Littleheart lifted his chin and fixed his pale blue stare on Whitestar as she approached, making his authority clear. He was new to being deputy of his Clan, but he had no problems asserting his new position.