1-18-20 1:54 AM

Rays of sunlight woke Firemoon. His emerald gaze fluttering open, ears twitching as he glanced to his side. Beside him was a blue-gray pelt pressed into his side, big blue eyes staring back at him with a soft smile on her muzzle.

"Morning, Firemoon." Bluefur purred, stretching forward to touch her nose to his cheek.

Returning the purr, Firemoon gave the top of her head a brisk lick. "Morning," he relied softly, "hope I didn't sleep in to late?"

The she-cat shook her head. "The sun just rose above the treetops a mere few minutes ago," she said, drawing a paw over her ears, "and neither of us have dawn patrol today anyhow."

The ginger warrior nodded. It was nice not having to get up early, but he hated sleeping in to late. It made him feel lazy in a way, so he had always gotten up just after dawn patrol. "Want to go hunting?" He asked, glancing down at his mate.

His mate. The thought made his heart beat faster in his cheat. A sense of warmth flooding over him. Even if it had been two days, and they really hadn't told anyone, it was quite obvious that the two were now mates. Definitely with them sharing a nest now, though some of the warriors frowned at them. Firemoon was still seen as a rougue in the Clan, only a few cats accepting him.

Bluefur had followed close behind him. Her blue gaze woundering around the camp as Sunfall paddled towards them. "Ah, you two finally up?" The deputy meowed, his tone light-hearted.

The blue-gray warrior dipped her head. "Did we miss anything?" She asked, her ears twitching inpatiently waiting for the golden tomcat to answer.

Sunfall shook his head. "No, only the fact that dawn patrol found bones near the ShadowClan border." He sighed deeply. "We think they've been in our territory hunting, but there is only the bones. No scent or anything,"

"No scents?" Firemoon meowed, his head cocked. How did something leave no scents? Definitely ShadowClan, they ranked horribly unlike the other three Clans. "How is that even possible?"

Sunfall shrugged. "We don't know, maybe they somehow covered their scents. In time of war, we sometimes would use the strong-scents herbs to hide our scents."

The ginger tomcat nodded along. That was smart, hiding your scents with herbs. He did remember using that, but with twoleg waste that was in the big metal cans. Long story short, he had to get through a territory filled with big dogs, and hiding his scent was a easy way to avoid them.

The deputy had started talking to Bluefur. Leaving the conversation to be about the next patrols. Over the few moons he'd been there, the sight of Sunfall trusting Bluefur with decisions seemed to be very often. The large golden tomcat had always tried to add her voice into things, even if it wasn't related to doing "deputy" things.

But he didn't think that Bluefur saw this. She'd usually just go along with it, her mind seeming to wonder more than listioning to Sunfall, or even her own advice. "Where's the patrol near ShadowClan now? We might be able to dig around, if they did hide their scents then there must be tracks, of little signs that tells us who was hunting." Meowed Bluefur, her gaze growing into narrowed slits. "We can't let them get away with this!"

Sunfall sighed. "And they won't. Maybe you'll like to lead a patrol to look for any more evidence?" He paused, glancing over at Firemoon.

"I'll go with her," the ginger tomcat meowed, "should we get a few more cats to come with us?"

The deputy nodded. "Go ahead, i'll be in camp if you find anything." The large tom got to his paws and padded off into Pinestar's den.

Bluefur had already headed towards a group of warriors, who he recognized as Patchpelt, Rosetail and Poppydawn. The three warriors were talking over a meal of mice. "Hey, would you like to come check out the ShadowClan border with me and Firemoon?" She asked.

Poppydawn looked up, finishing the last of her meal. "You mean where they found the bones?" The she-cat asked, her tail-tip flicking.

"Yes, Sunfall said we could go check it out. Make sure that nothing was missed," Bluefur explained, "so you in?"

The bushy-tailed warrior got to her paws. "It's better than sitting around doing nothing. Come on Patchpelt, Rosetail."

Patchpelt grumbled as he got to his paws. "But we just got off of dawn patrol!" He mumbled, casting a short glare at the red she-cat.

But this didn't seem to faze the older queen. Instead she swipped at his ears, and gave him a hard glare. "Don't be like that!" She hissed, turning back to Bluefur with a softer smile. "Now, lead the way dear."

...

Rain had started to fall lightly as they walked. Which made Bluefur start to go faster. Her ears perked, eyes flickering around the forest. We can't lose the tracks! If it rained to much, than any scent trails could be lost, or that of tracks being covered in mud and water.

Beside her Firemoon also kept an eye out. His own nose close to the earth as they walked. Behind them Patchpelt and Rosetail talked, with Poppydawn staying in the back keeping a good look out for anything they could've missed.

Bluefur smelt the Thunderpath before she saw it. The stank of the monsters making her scrunch up her nose. Ears flicking backwards as they pushed past bushed to reveal the hard, black path. "Poppydawn, do you know where the bones were?" Bluefur turned to the oldest of the five cats.

The she-cat nodded. "Yes I do, just a bit closer to the RiverClan border actually." Taking the lead the red queen stopped a few inches away from the Thunderpath. Her amber gaze narrowed on a freshly dug patch. "We covered the bones after finding them. But this is the place,"

"Spread out. Look for anything unusal," she ordered before paddling away from the group.

Bluefur was sniffing around the buried bones. It was getting colder with rain pooring down now. The former light mist was now making her coat feel heavy. Sticking to her skin as she tried to look for anything. "Hey, Bluefur! Come look at this." Firemoon trotted out from behind some bracken.

Bluefur picked her head up. "What is it?" Following the ginger tomcat she stopped just behind him. Her blue gaze fixing onto broken bracken, scattered bones and fur.

"It's fresh, I think that the ones who did this are still around," his emerald gaze flickering up to her, "should we search around the area?"

She nodded, her paws kneeding into the ground anxiously. How could this happen behind their backs? The patrol had been there only a few hours ago before them. So did the cats whom did this wait till there was no-one around? But that would mean they're watching us.. That thought sent a shudder down her spine.

Firemoon must've seen her discomfort. For he bent down and gave the top of her head a smoothing lick. "Don't worry, Bluefur, we're safe." He meowed softly, backing away as the three other warriors walked to the tight clearing.

"What happened?" Asked Rosetail, her gaze flickering from the bones to them.

The ginger tom sighed heavily. "We found another spot of bones. And they're fresh--the cats are still around," after that there was silence. Every cat slinking off to try and find anything around them.

Soon enough Bluefur did find something, a little patch of earth that was moving. At first her instent was to go into a hunter's crouch. Any type of prey would be useful to the Clan, even if this wasn't a hunting patrol. But then something caught herher attention, mewling. Pulling back the bracken and twigs she stood over two small kits, their ears still folded and eyes shut close.

1-21-20 5:42 PM.

Warrior Cat Facts!

Sorreltail and all of her kin (Brothers and kits) are related to Bluestar, because Whitestorm is their father, who is the son of Snowfur, Bluestar's sister.