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[Honeypool]

//THE 100TH POST OMG

Honeypool hesitated. She felt worse now that it was happening. Her paws itched, she wanted to run, to bolt out of camp and not look back. If she could, she would. She wasn't officially trapped yet; she could make a break for it. Run towards RiverClan territory and not look back. While the memory was nice, she wouldn't have been able to properly squirm through this crowd now that it had formed, and her body still was not up for the task so a long run through ShadowClan territory to begin with.

She hesitated to move for a few seconds but quickly got to her feet, breaking into a quick trot out of the den, hoping her fast moments would be able to hide her shaking form. She looked straight ahead not daring to take her eyes on of a random spot on the leaders den she had decided to focus on. She didn't want to meet any cat's eye. The whispers and murmurs all around her were bad enough. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears drowning out some of the sounds around her but not enough.

She felt frazzled as she walks through the parting crowd to take her seat towards the front. Her fluffy tail quickly wrapped around its way herself. Her mouth felt dry, as if made out of sand as she looked up towards the pale leader. Her brown and cream fur shining silver in the rays of the moon. She held her head up hoping to show some confidence towards her potentially new clan.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Hell yeah! My current longest running RP //

The crowd dispersed as HoneyPool made her way through, like water parting around stone. CoalStar raised a brow at her contrasting appearance, her brighter coat standing out amongst the dull pelts of Shadowclan, trotting head held high despite smelling of the cold sweat of anxiety.

As she walked, KestrelFall hurdled over the boulder’s of the leader’s den, bounding from stone to stone til the tabby reached CoalStar’s side. The deputy whispered in the albino’s ear as the Windclan warrior took her seat.



“I, CoalStar, leader of Shadowclan, will allow HoneyPool to be welcomed into our clan.” The leader’s voice boomed, bouncing in the clan’s insulated camp of thick bark and thorns. All cats were attentive to his movements as he spoke, but it was unclear to any outsider whether it was out of respect or fear.

“HoneyPool, despite your past, are you ready to under go your transition into Shadowclan life? Do you promise to prove your loyalty so that you may one day protect and defend Shadowclan, even at the cost of your life?” CoalStar’s tone graveled despite his higher pitch, his voice rumbling the rocks in his throat.


Every cat, beside a certain tortoiseshell, turned skeptically to the warrior in question, dozens of glowing eyes now facing HoneyPool. The group now awaiting her response, some expecting the soft looking she-cat to turn tail and run right then.

 

[Honeypool]

//OMG! Congratulations to us!

Honeypool forced herself to look up at the leader as he began speaking. Her paws trembled from underneath her tail as she did. Was she really doing this and if so for what? Worry began to nip at her. She had lied and brought this upon herself. It was way too late to back down; the meeting had already been called and cats were already surrounding her waiting for her answer. She took this time to look up to glance upwards at the canopy surrounding the camp.

More stars had started to appear in the growing night sky. She watched them for a few seconds hoping to see something, but she wasn't a medicine cat. Even if she did see something she wouldn't be able to decipher it. She looked back down. She was hesitating. The fur along her spine wanted to stand up, but she forced herself to keep it flat, not wanting to show any signs of fear, even if she was drenched in the scent.

She finally took a deep breath before nodding her head. "I do." She said firmly. She could just stay here and try to not cause trouble for a few moons while she gathered her strength up and tried to think of a solid plan for getting out of this forest. She could feel eyes on her as her claws dug into the ground below her. She didn't dare turn to look around and kept her eyes straight.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

The cats of shadowclan shuffled in response to her confirmation, their lit gazes softening as they turned back to one another to voice their opinions in the smallest of whispers. Some bluntly voicing their doubt before being quieted by CoalStar’s silencing paw.


“Good to see you haven’t grown cold feet.” CoalStar murmured, his tone quieter and less professional, his reddish gaze sending frost up HoneyPool’s pelt. The leader spine sat straight once more, his voice returning to its roaring echo.

“Til HoneyPool has proven her loyalty to her new home, RobinFang will be in charge of her integration.” He informed, the tom mentioned flickering his ear at the sound of his name but giving no other reaction.

“-Clan meeting dismissed.” The skinny furless Tom finished, his drawn pronunciation of his S making the leader sound like a snake. CoalStar hopped down from his placement on the boulder above the clan, cats dispersing to their dens discussing the meeting.


Some dark pelted cats circled the she-cat from afar, voicing their concern and doubt of her loyalty.

”Can we be sure she’s not a spy?”
“I doubt she’ll last long, she looks like her pelt hasn’t been dirty once a day in her life”
“That cat won’t last a day-“


RobinFang turned to face HoneyPool, his green eyes guiding him upwards as he sat up, making his way over to the she-cat.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool’s ears flattened. Robinfang? Seriously? She felt her heart sink to her paws. The one cat she had wanted to avoid out of the entire clan was now in charge of her. It was just her luck if anything. She felt like StarClan was mocking her, or at least playing a cruel game with her.

She found herself looking down at her paws. At least the meeting was over, she had gotten through it and she did feel herself relax a bit knowing she could put the worst behind her. At least for now. Now she just had to find a way to keep away from Robinfang. Maybe speak to CoalStar and get him to change to a different cat? She almost laughed at herself for thinking that. There was no way she would speak to the leader willingly or even bother him with a request he had chosen himself.

But why him? Because he had been the one to find her? She lifted her head meeting his green gaze for a moment before she awkwardly looked away. For a second she had forgotten she had her outburst in front of him. He was probably thinking she was insane or at least not mentally all there. She wouldn’t blame him, but she wasn’t about to expose her past to anyone, at least not now.

”Did you know you would have to watch over me?” She called out once he was close enough to hear here. Keeping her voice low enough to not give way to listening ears.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

His head lowered to shoulder level, using his downward craned neck to better make way for the disappearing crowd. When RobinFang neared HoneyPool, his green gaze zeroed in on her, putting his focus on the she-cat rather than his clanmate’s reaction.

While KestrelFall had reassured with her scolding that overlooking HoneyPool was simply a punishment for a few missed ceremonies, his body tensed under ShadowClan’s eyes. In the very back of his mind, the tom worried that his peers had already deemed him incapable of being a real mentor-


“Somewhat.” RobinFang answered curtly, still swamped in his thoughts, only half aware of HoneyPool’s question. The warrior settled in beside the she-cat, mirroring her low volume when sensing her hushed tone.

“It would be best to sleep in the warrior’s den immediately. The sooner you act like less of an outsider, the faster you’ll be treated as one of us” He gestured towards the northwest corner of the camp, where the muddy steep sides of a hill housed a patch of dead bushes, their skeletons overrun by thorns and ferns.


He stood up again, his tail flicking in wait for HoneyPool’s response to the advice.

 

[Honeypool]

She felt herself shift away from him. Of course he knew, how could he not. She blinked slowly realize that was probably why he had brought her something to eat earlier and why he always seemed to around her. She felt her fur bristle slightly. Was he just trying to be nice or did he have something to gain from this?

”Who-“ Honeypool began to snap back at his first comment but quickly caught herself. A nervous feeling sat on top of her shoulders as she looked away from him. “No matter what I will always be seen as an outside.” Her tail waved back and forth. Who says I want to be seen as one of you anyway? Was the response she held back from saying. Regardless of how loyal you are to a clan, if you’re an outsider, you’ll always be seen as one.

Here, blood meant everything.

She matched his gesture to look over at the so called warriors den. Her mood dropped some more. He couldn’t be serious. The eerie looking den was enough to make her skin crawl. She would rather much sleep in the medicine cat’s den until she died. She didn’t say anything, but she did turn her head to look back at the vine covered den. What would she do if she had another nightmare and woke up her new clanmates? What if she freaked them out?

She swallowed. This clan was probably going to hate her as much as her old one did. She continued to not speak as she rose to her paws, her gaze never once leaving the herby den as she walked towards it. “I need to see Dewspring.” She said in a mumbled tone not really carrying if he had heard her or not. If she was to sleep anywhere she would still have to go back and get her bundle of night time herbs and hope for the best.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang's expression immediately soured at her response, a scowl dropping across his muzzle, the she-cat's outlook cutting too close to home. While the tom once found HoneyPool's situation relatable, his empathy even leading him to wager on the warrior with his ex-mentor, RobinFang was growing tired of the brown cat's moodiness.

This cat dared to come running into Shadowclan, already sapping at their resources in herbs and prey, only to give in return an unstable soft kittypet of a warrior. The tortoiseshell shook his head, jerking the whispers of his clanmates out of his skull with a thunderous sway before casually swiping his tongue over his wrapped paw. Before tom could articulate his thoughts together in response, HoneyPool had already begun her trot to DewSpring's burrow with nothing but a toss of information over her shoulder.


RobinFang huffs disappointed, in both HoneyPool and his own foolishness, before taking the opposite direction towards the warrior's dens needing to rest his aching pads. His ears flattened as walked to block out the now noisy camp, figuring the clan too lively from the meeting to crowd the dens.






"It wasn't that bad was it?" Reassured DewSpring, the she-cat blinking her eyes open from her loaf position in the nest when noticing HoneyPool's ruffled fur.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool sighed loudly. “I’m just glad it’s over.” She mumbled out once reaching Dewspring’s den. She had taken a seat and glanced at her old nest. A small pang of sadness swelled in her chest. She had only spent barley two nights here but she would miss the den, even the strong scent of herbs that made her dizzy.

She glanced over at Dewspring having grown comfortable around her in the short period of time. She frowned. “Robinfang says I need to sleep in the warriors den tonight.” Her sore mood quickly rolling off her tongue. She was more annoyed that her plan to avoid the tom had now failed and she would be stuck with him for who knows how many moons. “I just want to get a few herbs to helps me sleep better and I’ll let you be.” Her tone softened slightly, not wanting to bother Dewspring anymore that she probably already had with her short visit.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

DewSpring smiled worriedly, hoping HoneyPool's journey as a ShadowClan cat wouldn't be as painful as her start, outstretching her short legs with a yawn. Her long curls unveiled from beneath her weight, the snail-like she-cat slugging over sleepily deeper into the burrow where she had placed HoneyPool's bundles of herbs.

"It's no bother to me at all!" She called out, grabbing the sticks of thyme and petals, returning the herbs to drop gently at HoneyPool's feet. "-And I'm sure RobinFang knows what he's talking about. He may be the biggest sourpuss I know, but he's not mousebrain." DewSpring promised with a playful but sleepy chirp, hearing HoneyPool's sore tone.




RobinFang lay in the carcass of shrub, dark green fern leaves and bramble running up its dead branches. As the tom predicted, the warrior den was empty as ShadowClan chattered away in the clearing below, allowing the warrior to fully stretch out across his nest.

He sighed, exasperated by the day's events, letting the moonlight bask his gray underbelly white.

 

[Honeypool]

“You say that but he’ll trot around on damaged paw pads all day.” Honeypool mumbled underneath her breathe before bending down to begin eating the bundle. She just wanted this day to be over now. She was mental exhausted and just wanted to settle down and sleep for a few moons, even if it wasn’t possible.

She did decide to drop the conversation and let Dewspring get her own rest, not wanting to dump her mix of emotions on the poor medicine cat. So she quickly finished up her bundle and said ”goodnight” before turning her back to the den and leaving.

Padding swiftly across camp she made her way up the muddy pathway. She hesitated and stopped outside the entrance. Her ears twitched slightly as guilt nipped at her pelt. It was possible that Robinfang was just trying to help her out and adjust easier into her new clan, but that wasn’t her current goal. She wanted to get out of this forest, the sooner the better. She didn’t want to her sidetracked anymore.

She sighed, knowing that even if it was her goal she would have to take baby steps to get there and right now she had to take a detour. She would have to get her strength back up for one and figure out an end goal for herself. Coalstar was nice enough to let her join when many other leaders would’ve turned her away. She shuffled her paws feeling a large mix of emotions that she swallowed down before sliding her way into the warrior’s den.

She paused, slightly shocked to spot Robinfang already inside. Of course he can’t go anywhere with his paws. She quickly reminded herself but said nothing as her eyes scanned around the empty den. ShadowClan seemed more like a nocturnal clan rather than WindClan who was always up at dawn. By this time the night patrol would be just getting home while the rest of the cats would either be sleeping or getting ready to sleep.

But then again the clan meeting could just have kept more cats up. She didn’t know, but she would have to learn eventually. Making her way further into the den, while not paying any mind to the only other cat in here with her, she paused, unsure of exactly where to sleep. Did cats have assigned nest or could they sleep anywhere? Of course she didn’t have a nest yet as no one knew if she was stay or not. Her ears drew back slightly wishing she could go back to her nest in the medicine cats den now. She could’ve slept there for one more night at least.

She said a few words under her breath before settling on an empty nest-less spot on the ground near the middle of the den, closer to the wall. She circled the spot a few times before laying down and resting her head on her paws. Drawing her tail around herself she curled up tighter into herself. She felt like she was back in WindClan territory, sleeping on the ground here and there, as she tried to figure out what to do with herself before deciding to leave for good.

It would just be a night here and she could make herself a nest in the morning. A small stream of loneliness washed upon her. Even sleeping back in her old nest back in WindClan would feel better than this. Even if it meant sleeping back with him. Her eyes grew heavy as she felt her heart ache. Sadly, she knew she missed him, and she hated apart of herself for it.

She stirred slightly trying to push away the bittersweet feeling and just force herself to sleep. She hoped that Dewsprings herbs would help her.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Happy Holidays!!//

DewSpring sighed at HoneyPool’s exasperated tone knowingly, seeing the tom for herself wander off to hunt on injured pads. She smiled as the she-cat ate her thyme before joining her new clanmates but felt unsureness prickle her dark fur.

The healer overlooked as HoneyPool finished up her herbs, internally praying to Starclan for the warrior to get along with her peers as she waved her sleepily goodbye. “Goodnight, HoneyPool.” DewSpring purred in response to her exit.


“-Remember to be open!” She advises with a yawn. The medicine cat, now curling in the shadows of her burrow, rested in HoneyPool’s absence.




RobinFang blinked as wet footsteps rustled the ferns encasing the dead shrub. With one green open-eyed, he watched as the she-cat awkwardly made her way onto the cold ground.

He scoffed lightly at the cat’s softly placed footsteps, HoneyPool’s pelt stiff as a board. “The nest to your left is unclaimed.” He huffed, his breath painting the cooling air white, before turning away from HoneyPool and wrapping in on himself in his nest.


His fur twitched, his pelt bristling again once again being in the presence of another cat, before curling in on himself for warmth for the night.

 

[Honeypool]

//Happy holidays to you as well ❤︎

Her ears twitched slightly hearing his words. Her paws had already began to feel heavy as she lifted herself up, eyeing the nest he spoke about. She turned to look back at him but said nothing as she made her way’s towards the unclaimed nest. Her tail waving back and forth in anticipation.

She was going to question it but decided against it. It was too late to start a fight with herself about it. She did, however, move the nest back to the empty spot she had claimed on the ground, feeling better to sleep closer to the wall. Carefully pushing the nest near the barrier she smoothed it out before curling back up in it. Her head back on her paws as her face was looking straight at the wall, her tail draped around her body tightly as she felt her fur prickle with an uneasy feeling. She wiggled herself deeper into her nest just wanting to sleep.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

It’s up to you whether HoneyPool is awake before or after him, seeing her sleep schedule is different then the rest of Shadowclan.//

The little amount of sun that had managed to sneak through the canopy danced on RobinFang’s eyelids, the warm droplets of morning gradually waking the tom. Shuffling in his nest, his fur rising at the groggy feeling of the action, his green eyes squint open.

The warrior’s dens were now fully packed in contrast to the night before, a half dozen pelts rising with the deep breaths of sleep in RobinFang’s den. Tempted to sleep in late like usual, the tom sits his head back down on his curled paws, but remembering KestrelFall and CoalStar’s shortness with him the day before kept him wary of any relaxation.


He shakily gets up, arching his back upwards toward the early morning sky with an exaggerated yawn. While most clans would have been up already plotting their tasks for the day, ShadowClan was slow to react to the sunlight, allergic to sunny afternoons only to be lively with the final stretches of evening and night.

While the warrior may already have HpneyPool pinned on his back for his tardiness, it didn’t mean RobinFang couldn’t work his way back to the distant but respected warrior he was. In the constant plague that ate away at his mind, he couldn’t help but feel that since the meeting yesterday unwanted attention and questioning were brought to his place in Shadowclan.

Maybe that unsureness from his clanmates was always there, but he wouldn’t sit around to let the anxious thought drown him.


Finding that unacceptable, RobinFang padded between the dark coats of his clan mates in silence, looking to begin his work for the day.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool felt like she had hardly slept. Her amber eyes dark as she stared at the bushes wall. Small dots of sunlight were peeking through the den. She watched them sleepily as they flickered slightly through the ferns. The herbs had helped keep her nightmares away, but she felt unsettled in the den and found herself waking up a pawful of times throughout the night. Now she was up and didn't feel comfortable enough to fall back asleep. A few cats had came into the den at night and they had woken up her as she was on edge and every little movement or noise had made her jump awake.

She had wanted to get up to leave the den but did not find a great opportunity to leave. Her ears twitched hearing the sound of rustling coming from inside the den. She shifted slightly, her eyes searching for the source of the sound. Spotting a familiar faded black and red pelt she instantly lifted her head. The memories from last night had flooded back into her mind and she laid there awkwardly staring at him with round eyes. She swallowed slightly feeling her pelt lift.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

The warrior pauses in his train of thought, sensing what felt like eyes in the back of his pelt, the compiling list of tasks to keep him busy suddenly disappearing.

First, fearing a potential attack, RobinFang’s torn ear twisted to the source that made his gut churn. His stance fidgets the placement of his feet, hearing the air hitching ever so slightly in the back of a cat’s throat, the sound distinct to the tom amongst the sleeping bodies.


Turning to look at the origin, waves of distress wafting off the clanmate, his sharp gaze stares into big amber eyes. His shoulders went lax at the non-threatening cat for a moment before straightening out again, observing for a moment HoneyPool’s expression.

‘Does she always look like she’s seen a ghost?’ He huffs internally, tearing away from the she-cat’s tired appearance.



HoneyPool awkward stiff form, however, did remind him of the good work she’s done for his paws, silently changing his course for the medicine den instead of his early hunt as he exited the den.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool’s ears drew back slightly watching the tom slip out of the warriors den. At least he would be keeping his distance for now. Her amber eyes blinked before she scrambled up to her paws not wanting to be stuck in the den anymore. She felt restless and her pelt was itching for her to get up.

She carefully slipped out of the den, not wanting to wake the mass of sleeping warriors. Breathing in the fresh morning air warmed her up slightly. She sniffed the air wondering if it would rain. She looked up the crowded canopy and peered through the few openings. Her tail waved with uncertainty, it would be hard to tell if there were clouds from this view. She blinked before looking around at the empty clearing. Her pelt bristled with caution as she decided to take this time to look around the camp.

She stopped at the leaders den, now being able to see things properly she eyed the big rock up and down with round curious eyes as she slowly began to circle herself around it. WindClan also had a rock but it was smooth to the touch, and slanted. She could see Sorrelstar’s silver pelt now sitting on top of the rock as she would host meetings or she would just be lounging around. A small wave of homesickness swept through her as she backed away from the rock. She really was a ShadowClan cat now.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang ignored the loud scramblings of the cat behind him, too dazed by waking up to pay any mind. His orange paws were sore as they carried his body over to the mossy burrow, his tiredness seeming to weigh more gravity on his pelt.

While HoneyPool’s awkwardly explored the clearing, the warrior made his way behind the leader’s den, his path curving around the patch of thorns. His eyes flinched from the occasional pricks of light dropping down on his muzzle, only finding relief as his gaze widened to adapt to the darkness of DewSpring’s den.


His head peered into the burrow, his pupil now comfortably dilated to the shade, his footsteps cushioned by the moss below him. His dark muzzle directed him forward as he entered, trying to call out to the medicine cat only to find his throat completely dry of voice.

Licking his lips to stimulate his mouth of saliva, he opened his jaws again. “DewSpring?” He called out barely above a whisper, the sound of his teeth clicking together muted by the overgrown moss.

His injured paw collided with the pelt of the stout cat, still as stone as RobinFang almost tripped on the she-cat. Quickly recovering, using his fangs to snag on the healer’s scruff, he shakes her about, only for DeeSpring to remain limp with a snore.


Grumbling in disappointment, he shrugs as he drops her and turns his head to the roofing of the hanging herb supply. ‘How hard can it be just to add some comforter?’ RobinFang thought surely, his bandaging not promising to last during hunting.

 

[Honeypool]

Her dark eears twitched, being careful to not disturb any cat Honeypool looped around the leaders den. Her tail fan gently in the wind as she stopped at another den across from the warrior’s den. She had watched Robinfang walk into the medicine cats den. Neither one of them spoke to each other, the interation making her feel weird but it also gave her relief at the same time.

She stopped at a smaller den, figuring it to be the apprentice den. She paused to examine it. She was grateful Robinfang didn’t tell her to sleep in there or that Coalstar didn’t rank her with them. Her pride had already taken enough of a beating, not that they knew or cared about her past. Why would they? As long as she stayed out of trouble and helped out things would be okay until she left, right?

She continued to move before pausing at the entrance of the camp. Her tail fluff led up as she stayed at the opening with wide eyes. She could feel her paws itching, almost screaming at her to book it out of here. The muscles in her legs bunched up. Everyone was sleep or busy, she could leave. She mentally started pacing back and forth with herself. If she did run and someone caught her, would they kill her?

Would they accuse her of being a spy and running back to WindClan. The fur on her spine rose as a chill ran through her as she continued to stare at the entrance, froze in thought.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang wobbled out of the moss-encased burrow, the cobwebbing and moss he stuffed into his bandages making his paws heavy and disproportionate. Haphazardly putting together materials turned out to be less than sufficient, his walk out of the medicine den uncomfortable and clunky.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s hunted with inadequate footing; RobinFang was confident he’d make do. Just as the tom collected his thoughts together, thinking up what patrols he’d take today, he paused, seeing HoneyPool across the clearing. The she-cat was stiff and still like a standing corpse, her back to him as she faced the camp’s thorn-barricaded entrance.

‘And they call Shadowclan creepy..’ He murmured, padding his way up to the she-cat’s side.


“Hunting?” He asked warily, questioning HoneyPool with squinting eyes but the early morning making RobinFang too tired to piece the ex-Windclan cat’s potential thoughts.

 

[Honeypool]

She jumped, not hearing the other warrior coming towards her. She was still dazed and lost in thought as she turned to look at him. She opened her mouth slightly before quickly closing it. She scanned his face for a few heartbeats before nodding slowly. “S-sure?” She spoke, her statement sounding more like a question than she meant it to.

She cleared her throat and tried to push down her awkwardly feelings. Things had felt tense to her between them since her outburst and everything just felt worse now that he had been assigned to help her adjust to her new clan life. How difficult were things going to be here? All she had to do was hunt food for the most part, and go on a patrol or two, right?

She said nothing more, just being excited to finally leave camp for once. She trotted through the torn barrier, trying to not get stuck or scratch her wounds on the sharp spikes as she wiggled her way through. She made a mental note to get her cheek looked at by Dewspring when she got back.

Stopping outside of camp she looked around, noticing how different everything looked in the morning now. The territory was still dark but it was much easier to see with the morning light helping. Still creepy thought. She took a few steps forward but stopped, unsure of where to even go.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang narrows his eyes at the she-cat’s shifting and unsettling behavior, his and HoneyPool’s awkwardness making the air stale. Her unsure response as she quickly made her way through the bramble barrier made RobinFang’s tail flick in suspicion but forced himself to go along with her actions as he crept his way through the thorns behind her.

Quickly making his way to the other side, he observes as HoneyPool trots about; despite her eyes being blown wide at the new land in caution, she seemed happy to be out of camp. The Tom guessed as a once WindClan cat she was used to stretching her legs over long fields rather than crouching through the undergrowth.


The bright morning stretched long shadows across the moss and roots curling on the forest floor, the tom’s duller pelt making him blend with the provided shade.


He instinctively takes a few steps in front of her, leading HoneyPool along, unused to company outside patrols. Stepping between thorns to avoid tears in his wrapped paws, he curtly explains their destinations.

“Up ahead of us is the stones, where we can catch snakes and lizards. After that, I plan on wrapping around the border to check out the carrion in the abandoned twolegs’ nest.” He ordered, looking back at the brown cat testingly, not knowing what else the she-cat needed to know.

 

[Honeypool]

Carrion? Honeypool looked over at him, her head tilting slightly. Why would he want to check out a place like that? While she could’ve just asked the patchy tom she kept her mouth shut, already feeling on edge with just being around him. If anything she felt like she was an apprentice again, knowing that Robinfang was technically in charge of her. Her nose wiggled, not being a huge fan of taking orders from another male so soon after her escape made her pelt feel uncomfortable against her skin.

But this is different, while he is a pain he’s just informing you, not telling you…not forcing you. Her eyes glazed over slightly and she nodded her head a few times. “Whatever you say.” Her voice was quiet as she looked off in the distance. At least, not yet. The uncomfortable feeling grew a bit more, she tried to swallow it down.

The warm sunlight felt nice on her pelt, the area outside of the camp seemed to much brighter and lively than the dark and gloomy area she was trapped in for the past few days. She looked around, the feeling of pine needles made her paw pads itch as she lifted them up to shake. This would be a feeling she would have to get use to. This whole territory would have a be something she got use to. She just hoped Robinfang wouldn’t be too unbearable for her.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang’s ear twitched at her weird behavior, her uneasy and unpleasant mannerisms making him tense. The warrior paused at HoneyPool’s stiff forced response, his orange paws hesitating as he almost fumbled over his large clumpy bandaging.


The two walked through the woods, crouching under large roots of yew, trotting on the undergrowth of pine, pelts brushing against the occasional rosemary bush. RobinFang still found himself uncomfortable.

RobinFang let the silence shimmer, but the careful steps and awkward air HoneyPool admitted ruined the usually relaxing morning. Without turning to her, he worded his concern, but his tense tone anciently making its way through.

“Do you have something you’d like to say?” RobinFang voiced, wanting to get to the bottom of their awkwardness and HoneyPool’s paranoia.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool was taking her time trying to learn the territory as they walked, making notes of every object that stood out to her. She had tripped and stumbled a few times, not use to walking around on bumpier terrain. The fresh morning smell was waking her up slightly from her night or light sleeping. She could always take a nap once they returned back.

Until then she followed Robinfang at a distanc, never a pawstep closer or further. Her eyes catching his pelt from time to time as she looked around. The morning dew seemed to make the pine smell stronger to her, or maybe it was because they were further out. A large mix of ShadowClan scent wafted around and much like a new apprentice she did find herself trying to figure out what they were in her head. Mostly wet moss, pine sap, wet wood, and dirt. She noted, trying to keep her mind busy and block out the stuffy air between them.

His voice had caught her off guard, not expecting him to say anything else until they had got to where they were going. She hesitated. She could say so much and so little at the same time. “Do you want me to say something?” She resorted back, her ears perked up.

Why does he sound tense? I should be the tense one. Honeypool‘s uneasiness grew as she felt the base of her tail fluff up. If he did want her to speak where would she even start?