[graves]

Originally Posted by Mauve

@king kaleb!

With the harsh leaf-bare wind buffeting her fur, penetrating down to her bare pelt, Heatherfur found herself in a rather uncharacteristically foul mood. On days like this, she wished she was curled up in the nursery as a kit again, alongside her littermates with not a care in the world. Warm, safe, and secure... all those had seemed to go out the window the second she became a warrior. Oh, how desperately the she-cat wished Greenleaf would come sooner - prey would be plentiful, the moors would be lively again, and the tensions... the tensions between the Clans might die down as well. The single thought of the tension that still hung in the air between WindClan and ThunderClan felt like a claw raking down her spine. She'd been forced to fight against her sister, Mintberry, and though the battle had ended with WindClan retreating, she felt the battle with her sister had been left undetermined.

Fluffing her fur out against the cold, Heatherfur swung her head to look over at her companion. Spireflare. She'd heard of him, and knew he had a twin brother in the Clan, but not much else came to mind. But alas, they had been assigned to do a border patrol just to check and make sure that everything was still safe. Regardless, she didn't think they would run into any ThunderClanners so soon after their attack, but one could never be sure. "It'll be nice when Blazingstar doesn't have us doubling up on patrols and we can actually get some sleep," the feline half-joked, hoping to lighten the air as well as her mood with a small joke. She understood the need for increased security, especially along the border, but that didn't stop the fatigue from nipping at her heels with each step she took. She would need to go see Surgestorm soon, she figured, to get checked up after the battle.

"Its for good reason. no need to complain over some lost of sleep." he replied coldly, not getting the hint that it was a joke in the slightest sense. hed been cold ever since him and fireflare had gotten in that big fight so long ago. it seemed like seasons. the last time they talked it was green leaf. they were twins, tied at the hip and finishing eachothers setences, walking the same way, always telling eachother everything. now there was nothing. how could his brother betray him? how could he leave him the dust like that? they were suppose to be eachothers person. they were strict to the warrior code. they kiled anyone who didnt follow it that crossed their path. spireflare had so muchblood on his claws he could make a river. warriors, kits,,,elders. he was ruthless. not to mention he didnt think shecats were as equal as him. he was "traditional" to put it lightly. so walking next to heatherfur was an experience to his mindset currently. he kept walking though, letting the snow burn bitterly between his toes as he walked, keeping his harsh green eyes focused on their surrounding and sniffing the air every few moments. his bright, deep ginger pelt contrasted with the snow on the moor greatly, but that didnt matter. it wasnt like there was anything to hunt on these damn moors anyway, damn snow.