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Played By: Lunlun
Custom Title: The Patrol Guy™
Joined: 2-August 17
Last Seen: May 18 2018, 02:37 PM
Local Time: May 21 2018, 06:10 PM
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May 14 2018, 07:39 PM
Cedarheart stalked the last distance to the Thunderpath, hesitantly creeping up onto the gravel beside it with his ears pricked and tail low. He was attentive, heart beating loudly as he waited for the inevitable sound of monsters passing through. None came. He waited still, and when the silence continued to ring he would wave his tail high in a gesture to follow.@Daisyfall
were still on his heels, but their pace had slowed greatly since the initial run to ThunderClan's nearer border. The journey through the woods had tired Daisyfall, and the deputy stayed close to both toms as he would lead his patrol across the Thunderpath to wait in the grass beyond it. ShadowClan's border with ThunderClan was here, and they would have to respect it. ShadowClan's leader and warriors were proud as RiverClan's themselves, perhaps more so, and Cedarheart couldn't risk an offense for the sake of a message.
He parted his jaws, searching for the scent of a nearby cat. "We have news from RiverClan!"
he called into the underbrush, hoping to hear an answer back. "Are there warriors near to accept it?"
May 10 2018, 09:10 AM
Cedarheart patrolled in the quiet of evening, the sun still high enough above the horizon to cast long shadows over sand and soil. The somali tom padded between the reeds, knowing that his Clanmates would not be far. It felt silly to walk on the borders of a hunting patrol, but following along behind their hunters seemed to give some security.
He moved from the grass, his paws carrying him down the banks to stand at the river's edge. Sunningrocks was upstream of here, breaking the flow of the river and turning the torrent to gentle shallows where sand had settled on the bottom.
Cedarheart waded into the water, feeling the cool against his legs and paws as he bent to drink from deeper water then the edge. A sound from downstream gave him pause, and slowly he straightened again. Water dripped from his muzzle as pale green eyes sought out the source of the noise.@Spottedlegs
May 8 2018, 12:12 PM
Cedarheart moved easily into the shallows on ThunderClan's side of the river, the brief swim doing little to slow him down in his determination to carry the message across borders. Hollowstar had given the order to send word to Silverstar and Ravenstar about Whisperingwind's murder and the influence of Six on their Clan. With any luck, they could be there and back before the tom in question slipped back behind them to act again.
The cinnamon somali glanced back at both the warriors on his heels. He'd chosen Falconstrike and Daisyfall to follow him. Daisyfall for his negotiation skills; the kind-hearted tom was rarely if ever confrontational, even with cats outside their Clan. Falconstrike was too headstrong for that role, but he was fast and strong. If they ran into trouble on the way, he wanted a warrior beside him that would hold his own enough to ensure Daisyfall at least got a head start.
Wildeye would have been his first choice, had she not been the obvious choice to keep with Burnout back at camp. His mate was the perfect balance between the two warriors behind him.
The RiverClan deputy perched on the edge of ThunderClan territory, standing at the top of the riverbank with perked ears and tail high as he tried to catch the scent of a nearby patrol. He wasn't so bold as to go running across their territory unannounced, at least not if he could help it. "I bring news from RiverClan!"
he called into the trees, her lurching as his voice went briefly unanswered.@falconstrike
Mar 13 2018, 11:13 AM
Cedarheart hadn't been the first to cross back into RiverClan territory. Hollowstar had gone long before him, as had Supernatural. The medicine cat had followed her father at least partway, he was sure. Hollowstar had gone much further, racing to find the mate and newborn kits he'd been forced to leave behind. The black tom had still been solemn and stressed on his return, but he'd brought good news of Brightcloud's kitting and of the safety of the warriors to remain by her side.
Now it was his turn. He couldn't help but feel grateful that Wildeye wasn't expecting or delivering in a circumstance like this. He would have lost his mind in Hollowstar's place, forced apart from his labouring mate in a time of crisis.
He was soaked up to the shoulder by the time that he was making his way across dry land again, mud caked to his fur and water dripping from his long whiskers. He'd have stopped to dry off if he wasn't certain he'd have to retrace his steps an hour later. He was still needed beyond their borders, helping Burnout and Hollowstar to hold the Clan together. This trip was the most selfishness that the deputy could allow himself, at least for now.
Wildeye's scent was thin here, but it was fresh enough to know that he was in the right place. They'd been cautious so far to keep predators away from the vulnerable new litter they were hiding. He stopped some distance before the tree line, waiting in the open clearing between their old camp and the ageing stand they used for shelter."Wild?"
his voice called expectantly, Cedarheart standing tall as he kept well away from their makeshift nursery. It would be safer for all involved to limit traffic into the den. "Wildeye, are you here?"
The silhouette of a sleek tabby was caught in his line of sight, and a relieved smile crossed his face. His mate.[[ @Wildeye ]]
Dec 30 2017, 04:38 PM
Cedarheart padded from the warriors' den, waking after a late night guarding their camp. It still felt strange to be doing it, but with Hollowstar's recent concern over Twoleg activity it had seemed more appropriate to leave someone on-guard than not. It still felt very much like a way of reassuring themselves that they were doing something productive about it. No one could stop Twolegs. Not really.
The cinnamon-furred deputy had a more interesting plan for the afternoon, provided that his intended partner was willing. He had avoided fishing so far into this leafbare, but he knew that by now it was time he faced the reality of it. There were a few cats who could make the experience tolerable, but only one who could make it truly enjoyable. The one-eyed tabby she-cat was probably about camp somewhere; the morning patrols should have been back by now."Wildeye?"
he called out across camp, hoping that the warrior rested nearby. Pale eyes searched eagerly for the familiar sight of her form. His voice held no urgency. He was simply hopeful to join her, as a friend (and hopefully more) and not as a deputy. "Want to go fishing?"@Wildeye