CLOSED DewClan Patrol

[Longstorm]

OOC: This is the next board I remodel istg.

A group of three she-cats were checking the far borders of DewClan's territory. In the group was Snowfeather (OOC: hi Meany!), Hollystalk, and Whiterose (OOC: not gonna do nething worrisome here, ticktock!). This was your standard patrol, checking for unfamiliar - or familiar - scents, and renewing scent markers if they needed to be.

Hollystalk regarded the upward-sloping landscape before the patrol. Somewhere up the slopes of the mountain resided DarkClan. The warrior didn't resist the urge to bare her teeth a little.
DarkClan, she thought vehemently.

And so they kept patrolling.

OOC: let's be real this will be like three or four posts tops.

[Longstorm]

The she-cats continued to make their way around the territory. So far, everything seemed calm. Eerily calm, actually. So much that it was becoming normal.
They hadn't been having much trouble on the AbyssClan side of the border for a while. With the threat of the Mudbloods gone, the Scablands side of the border was quiet, nothing on the Expanse side either - really the only potential trouble seemed to be DarkClan, but they hadn't seen them at all, not even gotten a whiff of them in passing.
The lack of opposition was worrisome.

Hollystalk had been born into turmoil and found herself put delivered from it when she received her dream three moons back, traveling alongside other Clan cats, living with that she-cat, Blueblossom, for nearly an entire moon - it was opposite to what she had been taught. She expected to be thrown right back into it when she returned to her Clan, but she had been wrong. There was uncertainty and great grief within the Clan, but the only enemy there was seemed to be their emotions. And that was weird. More fighting, please. Well, not really, but - the lull really weird!

Hollystalk sighed. Her mind turned to thinking if she might see that big bird again, the one that ate the big frog. She sighed again, a little harsher this time. All I can do is think about kit things! There is literally nothing else to do! She grit her teeth and kept walking.

OOC: That is NOT an invitation to start something. NO!
also, Hollystalk got hardcore at some point???
...but DewClan was literally formed in chaos. kinda. maybe. anyway, I'm going for the whole, "Daystar is gone and we're all still disoriented because of it," angle.

[Longstorm]

And they kept patrolling. Patrolling they did. Not much was to be seen on that patrol except your standard flora and fauna. Marsh. More marsh. Marsh animals. More of the same.
Hollystalk managed to catch a small something-or-other bird as it attempted to fly away in a hurry, but she was too quick for it. She had internally debated sharing it with the others, but since it was just a mouthful she decided against it, and crunched away happily. Too many little feathers, she decided after.

[Meany]

Snowfeather sniffed along the border. Nothing interesting there.
The white warrior looked up at the looming mountain. Nothing interesting at all.

[Longstorm]

The she-cats continued in their patrol of the border that early morning, and the sun began to climb higher than the short inch above the horizon it had already crossed.
The air was warm, there was a nice, slight breeze, the grass was green and there were leaves on the trees, and the marsh was alive with the sounds of life.
It was going to be a good day.

OOC: CLOSING IT

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