Post by NETTLEHEART on Sept 26, 2016 22:16:33 GMT
what nettleheart was about to do was not exactly something he would condone as a mentor, then again, it wasn't something he would refuse to do himself.
he disliked having to travel this far from the heartland, to the very fringes of riverclan's home. but nettleheart knew what he was after. broom wasn't entirely abundant in most places, and so he jumped at the opportunity to gather it whenever he could.
in short, there was no easy way to go about this. broom was only found in one place, and that was by sunning rocks. however the medicine cat knew this was a strong contention point between thunderclan and riverclan. it should belong to riverclan anyway. and with that thought in mind, nettleheart had no quarrel with reaping the benefits of riverclan's territory.
nettleheart was a medicine cat. who did he care about the clan politics? surmounting tensions had the massive tom collecting what he could, should the worst happen. and now, broom was high on his list of desires. i'd like to see any mouse-brained warrior challenge me. yet the thought of a thunderclan warrior challenging his claim to sunningrocks had his adrenaline lurching in his lungs,, and his muscles flex with anticipation. he almost longed for the proud hunger of combat to pulse in his veins again. you walked away from the path of a warrior, remember that? of course he remembered - that didn't stop him. oath smoath.
he could hear the purr of the river before he saw it, then he could see it's crystalline ripples. it was swelling in new-leaf, brought to new life with the melting of snow and frequent storms - not out of control, as of yet. his toes touched the liquid first, cold and tingling under paw. then it was up to his chest, swelling over his shoulders, and clinging in droplets to his whiskers. nettleheart felt the weightlessness of the water, the tug of the current at his tabby stripes. this was his river. riverclan's river. being so close to thunderclan's border might have been daunting, but it was mostly exhilarating. he may have approached as a medicine cat, but every fibre of his being felt like a warrior.
green-hued eyes scanned the bank - there was nothing. he felt the shore rise up under his paws as he ascended from the water. droplets dripped of his pelt in a shimmering rain, banished into the forest with a firm shake. nettleheart flicked the sand that clumped in his pads, but his gaze had already set upon it's target. the shrub was in bloom, a vibrant, brilliant shade of gold growing just at the edge of the rocks. it was the broom. head held high, nettleheart moved from the water's edge, cross the craggy rocks that thunderclan & riverclan's greatest contention point, toward his destined target. his target, which subsequently, sat right on the cusp of each border.
ooc: open to anyone from riverclan or thunderclan! table courtesy of the lovely CAWN!
he disliked having to travel this far from the heartland, to the very fringes of riverclan's home. but nettleheart knew what he was after. broom wasn't entirely abundant in most places, and so he jumped at the opportunity to gather it whenever he could.
in short, there was no easy way to go about this. broom was only found in one place, and that was by sunning rocks. however the medicine cat knew this was a strong contention point between thunderclan and riverclan. it should belong to riverclan anyway. and with that thought in mind, nettleheart had no quarrel with reaping the benefits of riverclan's territory.
nettleheart was a medicine cat. who did he care about the clan politics? surmounting tensions had the massive tom collecting what he could, should the worst happen. and now, broom was high on his list of desires. i'd like to see any mouse-brained warrior challenge me. yet the thought of a thunderclan warrior challenging his claim to sunningrocks had his adrenaline lurching in his lungs,, and his muscles flex with anticipation. he almost longed for the proud hunger of combat to pulse in his veins again. you walked away from the path of a warrior, remember that? of course he remembered - that didn't stop him. oath smoath.
he could hear the purr of the river before he saw it, then he could see it's crystalline ripples. it was swelling in new-leaf, brought to new life with the melting of snow and frequent storms - not out of control, as of yet. his toes touched the liquid first, cold and tingling under paw. then it was up to his chest, swelling over his shoulders, and clinging in droplets to his whiskers. nettleheart felt the weightlessness of the water, the tug of the current at his tabby stripes. this was his river. riverclan's river. being so close to thunderclan's border might have been daunting, but it was mostly exhilarating. he may have approached as a medicine cat, but every fibre of his being felt like a warrior.
green-hued eyes scanned the bank - there was nothing. he felt the shore rise up under his paws as he ascended from the water. droplets dripped of his pelt in a shimmering rain, banished into the forest with a firm shake. nettleheart flicked the sand that clumped in his pads, but his gaze had already set upon it's target. the shrub was in bloom, a vibrant, brilliant shade of gold growing just at the edge of the rocks. it was the broom. head held high, nettleheart moved from the water's edge, cross the craggy rocks that thunderclan & riverclan's greatest contention point, toward his destined target. his target, which subsequently, sat right on the cusp of each border.
ooc: open to anyone from riverclan or thunderclan! table courtesy of the lovely CAWN!
