Completed Tasks
1. Dealing with Muleclan
Driftbreeze made dubious eye contact with his second. The blue tabby's short coat was buffeted by the breeze, but he didn't seem to take any notice of the cold weather. Drift didn't know how he did it. Without his own thick fluffy coat, he would be o much more distracted. He supposed most of the cats of Dustclan had either grown up used to it or been wanderers in their own right and had to learn how to cope the hard way.
Wraith flicked his ears slightly, conveying his annoyance at having to wait. Lightsong was late. As usual.
The seer was a bit...eccentric and wayward. Even though he had just spoken to her a sunset about this meeting to try to avoid this, she was still missing.
He glanced at the others gathered in the protected hollow. Pine trees surrounded them, one of the larger pines branches hanging low and protective over the dip. The snows had melted down over the past few sunny days and he could see various foot prints, some single, some in groups, that told how the Dustclan cats had traveled here. Now, they all say grouped loosely, puffs of steam from their nostrils. Windrunner and Fogridge shared tongues and Mantis sat next to her sleek red mentor politely but kept glancing over at the second navigator.
He sat apart a little. Still not quite comfortable with everyone. But he got a lot less dirty looks now, after fending off that aggressive patrol. The deputy had fought off one of the larger cats who had attacked, and pinned him, and hadn't backed down the slightest from Mulestar.
After all that, not even Ghostzephyr could say he didn't appreciate the deputy.
Driftbreeze straighten up slightly with a small sigh. Lightsong would show up eventually. On cue, Wraith stepped forward from his seat to Drift's right. He let out a low, loud purr to collect eveyone's attention and so that even Drift could pick up on the summons. He laid down once he had all eyes on him, pelt brushing up against Drift.
The first navigator stood. "I'm glad to see the hunt has been good to you all. I hope you all had good travels?" Dustclan's territory was wide and cats often enjoyed exploring alone or in small groups in between hunting for the group. He got a lot of polite nods in reply.
"I have called this meeting, as some of you know, due to an attack by another clan that we suffered recently. Myself, Wraith, Fogridge and Wintershadow were abused by one of their patrols, a large one meant for invasion. If Wraith hadn't fought off one of their best fighters..." He wasn't sure what would have happened. Mulestar had only called off the fight because of that moment. Winter might have lost an ear. And Fog would have lost a lot worse. "Wraith and I spoke to Mulestar, the leader of Muleclan. He-"
A few cats glanced over their shoulders at each other and words were traded, some laughter as well.
Wraith growled for attention. "Yes, the clan and he share a name. No, that's not the point of this meeting." His tail lashed angrily. Wraith didn't tolerate insubordination. Or humor. Though Drift appreciated it, he had to admit it was...fitting the Mulestar led a clan with his own name, however it had come about.
Drift nodded his thanks as everyone re-focused. "They reside to the east of us. So for now, treat them as hostiles to be avoided, do not cross their boundary. Those of us on the patrol still bear a bit of their scent so take note." Windrunner and a few other rangers gave him odd looks. Windrunner stood up to indicate he had a question and Drift sat down for him to ask.
"I understand being respectful of other cats borders and prey but...to expressly forbid us from entering a place? That's a bit...extreme." He sat down.
Drift nodded. "I know. But we don't know their end goal. I plan to talk to Mulestar and find a peaceful solution to whatever grievances were had. It would be appreciated if no one added more." He sat again to open the floor to questions.
There were a few, most concerned about where the border lay exactly, but fortunately it wasn't in the land they had laid claim to, just very close. Ghost made a note that apprentices should be accompanied by an experienced ranger when in that area. Wraith countered that was unnecessary,
Wraith flicked his ears slightly, conveying his annoyance at having to wait. Lightsong was late. As usual.
The seer was a bit...eccentric and wayward. Even though he had just spoken to her a sunset about this meeting to try to avoid this, she was still missing.
He glanced at the others gathered in the protected hollow. Pine trees surrounded them, one of the larger pines branches hanging low and protective over the dip. The snows had melted down over the past few sunny days and he could see various foot prints, some single, some in groups, that told how the Dustclan cats had traveled here. Now, they all say grouped loosely, puffs of steam from their nostrils. Windrunner and Fogridge shared tongues and Mantis sat next to her sleek red mentor politely but kept glancing over at the second navigator.
He sat apart a little. Still not quite comfortable with everyone. But he got a lot less dirty looks now, after fending off that aggressive patrol. The deputy had fought off one of the larger cats who had attacked, and pinned him, and hadn't backed down the slightest from Mulestar.
After all that, not even Ghostzephyr could say he didn't appreciate the deputy.
Driftbreeze straighten up slightly with a small sigh. Lightsong would show up eventually. On cue, Wraith stepped forward from his seat to Drift's right. He let out a low, loud purr to collect eveyone's attention and so that even Drift could pick up on the summons. He laid down once he had all eyes on him, pelt brushing up against Drift.
The first navigator stood. "I'm glad to see the hunt has been good to you all. I hope you all had good travels?" Dustclan's territory was wide and cats often enjoyed exploring alone or in small groups in between hunting for the group. He got a lot of polite nods in reply.
"I have called this meeting, as some of you know, due to an attack by another clan that we suffered recently. Myself, Wraith, Fogridge and Wintershadow were abused by one of their patrols, a large one meant for invasion. If Wraith hadn't fought off one of their best fighters..." He wasn't sure what would have happened. Mulestar had only called off the fight because of that moment. Winter might have lost an ear. And Fog would have lost a lot worse. "Wraith and I spoke to Mulestar, the leader of Muleclan. He-"
A few cats glanced over their shoulders at each other and words were traded, some laughter as well.
Wraith growled for attention. "Yes, the clan and he share a name. No, that's not the point of this meeting." His tail lashed angrily. Wraith didn't tolerate insubordination. Or humor. Though Drift appreciated it, he had to admit it was...fitting the Mulestar led a clan with his own name, however it had come about.
Drift nodded his thanks as everyone re-focused. "They reside to the east of us. So for now, treat them as hostiles to be avoided, do not cross their boundary. Those of us on the patrol still bear a bit of their scent so take note." Windrunner and a few other rangers gave him odd looks. Windrunner stood up to indicate he had a question and Drift sat down for him to ask.
"I understand being respectful of other cats borders and prey but...to expressly forbid us from entering a place? That's a bit...extreme." He sat down.
Drift nodded. "I know. But we don't know their end goal. I plan to talk to Mulestar and find a peaceful solution to whatever grievances were had. It would be appreciated if no one added more." He sat again to open the floor to questions.
There were a few, most concerned about where the border lay exactly, but fortunately it wasn't in the land they had laid claim to, just very close. Ghost made a note that apprentices should be accompanied by an experienced ranger when in that area. Wraith countered that was unnecessary,