Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Feb 17, 2010 21:07:52 GMT -6
No cat had noticed her as she quietly slipped out of camp. If anyone had noticed, they hadn't tried to stop her. After the naming ceremony ended and the Clan started to calm down, Whiteheart found herself with her thoughts running worriedly. She was still high-strung from the frightening battle with the dog and her mind was jumbled with all the recent events. And she knew staying in the crowded camp would only make her more anxious. So, despite her new fear of the territory, she ventured from camp to take some time by herself.
She purposely went in the opposite direction of the chestnut tree, where they encountered the dog. Terrified that there may be more dogs lose somewhere, she scented the air constantly. But she never caught another whiff of dog scent. As she walked she was able to think more about all the troubles that plagued the Clan, and her as well.
She worried about Honeypaw, the apprentice who had been struck by the dog and knocked out. Would the younger cat be okay, she wondered? Feathercloud probably knew what she was doing. Although she had a lot of patients to divide her attention between, she had faith in the medicine cat. And then when she heard that they were possibly going into battle against ThunderClan, Whiteheart hadn't known what to think. Of course she didn't think the fighting was necessary. It was only ShadowClan trying to weaken the already small ThunderClan. If it was more territory they needed, couldn't they just expand backward, away from the other Clans? They wouldn't have to patrol as much or worry about prey-stealing from other Clans. She sighed inwardly at the situation. She didn't understand many things, including the reasoning behind much of Clans' actions.
It occurred to her finally that she had wandered quite far, almost as far as her thoughts wandered. She was still in ShadowClan territory, but approaching the edge of it, a place where cats didn't often go. Nearby she heard a splash and a frog jumped into view, creating ripples in the small puddles it hopped in. In a flash Whiteheart had pounced and killed it. At least now she had something to take back to camp. She looked around uncertainly, trying to remember the last time she had been in this place. The ground was still soggy like most of ShadowClan's territory, but the undergrowth was more thick here and there were far less trees. Her tail twitched nervously as she thought of backtracking to more familiar territory.
((For Whiteheart and Lark.)) x3