Post by {.dancer.} on May 12, 2008 15:09:05 GMT -6
((Just so everyone knows, this is a continuation of [Maybe.I]Thinking[Should.Say.Hello], which can be found in the "Old Barn" section.))
Storm trotted towards the border, his thoughts drifting. He only stopped once he felt the shade on his back in place of the sun, and realized that he had almost crossed the border.
"Now I have to find Brightstar," he muttered, glancing around. A quick check of the sun told him that it was unlikely that he would encounter a patrol. Though his friend had never told him the exact times of when the patrols came by, he had seen enough to guess.
After a few minutes of padding on the border, a familiar scent reached him.
Arcticfeather was patroling the border on her own, glancing suspiciously at the rogue territory every few steps. The territory had been there in her own time, but you could never trust rogues. Or loners, for that matter. No, the only cat you could trust was yourself, in her opinion.
That means I couldn't trust Foxstar, Arcticfeather thought as she glared out over the rogue territory. Well, I guess my opinion needs to be modified a tiny bit in my case...
She was jolted from her thoughts as the scent of a loner touched her nose. Inhaling, Arcticfeather completely disassembled it, trying to glean information about the cat. There was the sweet scent of hay, and the scent of wood, as well as the strange scent that loners from the territory by the Clans always carried.
"Brightstar?" Storm called softly. He hoped that no other cat was with the white she-cat- it could cause trouble. He strained to see, trying to catch a flicker of white pelt in the ferns and underbrush.
"Brightstar?"
Arcticfeather curled her lip in disgust. It seemed that this loner knew Brightstar. He called to her like they were... friends.
Sadly, she knew that she had to go along with this, because when she would reveal that she was not Brightstar was unclear, and she didn't want to ruin the whole plan.
"Hello?" Arcticfeather called. She had figured that this was a reasonable response.
"Hi, Brightstar!" Storm said, his voice cheerful. "Come over here- I don't want to cause any trouble by crossing the border."
"Okay," Arcticfeather agreed. Smart cat, she thought to herself. If any loner dared to cross the border onto my territory...
Shaking the thoughts from her head, Arcticfeather proceeded over to the border.
"So," Arcticfeather said as she reached it. "What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to say hello," Storm said. "Because I haven't seen you since that break in the snows in the middle of leaf-bare. Hunting for a whole Clan must be hard in leaf-bare, huh?"
Arcticfeather breathed an internal sigh. Now they were back in territory that she understood. "It is hard, but it's just so wonderful to be part of a Clan. It's hard to explain to someone who's not part of a Clan, because some of it you have to experience firsthand to really know what I mean."
Storm paused, studying Brightstar's face. Was it his imagination, or did something about her look different...? "I'll take your word for it. Hunting's always easy in my barn- there's so many mice I could get as fat as a kittypet!" He laughed, and so did Brightstar, but was it just him or did it almost sound forced? "Anyways, I'd better go- it's a ways to my barn and I don't want to travel after dark. All of those rats lurking in the ditches... I wouldn't want to be attacked."
"Of course," Arcticfeather said, making her tone sound appropriately disapointed and a touch glum. "Well, see you around."
"See you," Storm said. He turned away, and padded away slowly.
His thoughts were troubled as he padded away from the TreeClan border. He knew that Brightstar- the real Brightstar- would have asked him what he was playing at. There were no rats, there were barely any ditches, and he would reach his barn well before sundown, even if he walked slowly- Brightstar would have known these things. So whoever that was, it was not Brightstar.
What was more troubling than that was, what could he do about it?
((If anyone has problems with the end, I'll change it. I just figured that Storm, being Brightstar's good friend, would be one of the first to realize that something's off with Brightstar.))
Storm trotted towards the border, his thoughts drifting. He only stopped once he felt the shade on his back in place of the sun, and realized that he had almost crossed the border.
"Now I have to find Brightstar," he muttered, glancing around. A quick check of the sun told him that it was unlikely that he would encounter a patrol. Though his friend had never told him the exact times of when the patrols came by, he had seen enough to guess.
After a few minutes of padding on the border, a familiar scent reached him.
Arcticfeather was patroling the border on her own, glancing suspiciously at the rogue territory every few steps. The territory had been there in her own time, but you could never trust rogues. Or loners, for that matter. No, the only cat you could trust was yourself, in her opinion.
That means I couldn't trust Foxstar, Arcticfeather thought as she glared out over the rogue territory. Well, I guess my opinion needs to be modified a tiny bit in my case...
She was jolted from her thoughts as the scent of a loner touched her nose. Inhaling, Arcticfeather completely disassembled it, trying to glean information about the cat. There was the sweet scent of hay, and the scent of wood, as well as the strange scent that loners from the territory by the Clans always carried.
"Brightstar?" Storm called softly. He hoped that no other cat was with the white she-cat- it could cause trouble. He strained to see, trying to catch a flicker of white pelt in the ferns and underbrush.
"Brightstar?"
Arcticfeather curled her lip in disgust. It seemed that this loner knew Brightstar. He called to her like they were... friends.
Sadly, she knew that she had to go along with this, because when she would reveal that she was not Brightstar was unclear, and she didn't want to ruin the whole plan.
"Hello?" Arcticfeather called. She had figured that this was a reasonable response.
"Hi, Brightstar!" Storm said, his voice cheerful. "Come over here- I don't want to cause any trouble by crossing the border."
"Okay," Arcticfeather agreed. Smart cat, she thought to herself. If any loner dared to cross the border onto my territory...
Shaking the thoughts from her head, Arcticfeather proceeded over to the border.
"So," Arcticfeather said as she reached it. "What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to say hello," Storm said. "Because I haven't seen you since that break in the snows in the middle of leaf-bare. Hunting for a whole Clan must be hard in leaf-bare, huh?"
Arcticfeather breathed an internal sigh. Now they were back in territory that she understood. "It is hard, but it's just so wonderful to be part of a Clan. It's hard to explain to someone who's not part of a Clan, because some of it you have to experience firsthand to really know what I mean."
Storm paused, studying Brightstar's face. Was it his imagination, or did something about her look different...? "I'll take your word for it. Hunting's always easy in my barn- there's so many mice I could get as fat as a kittypet!" He laughed, and so did Brightstar, but was it just him or did it almost sound forced? "Anyways, I'd better go- it's a ways to my barn and I don't want to travel after dark. All of those rats lurking in the ditches... I wouldn't want to be attacked."
"Of course," Arcticfeather said, making her tone sound appropriately disapointed and a touch glum. "Well, see you around."
"See you," Storm said. He turned away, and padded away slowly.
His thoughts were troubled as he padded away from the TreeClan border. He knew that Brightstar- the real Brightstar- would have asked him what he was playing at. There were no rats, there were barely any ditches, and he would reach his barn well before sundown, even if he walked slowly- Brightstar would have known these things. So whoever that was, it was not Brightstar.
What was more troubling than that was, what could he do about it?
((If anyone has problems with the end, I'll change it. I just figured that Storm, being Brightstar's good friend, would be one of the first to realize that something's off with Brightstar.))
