Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Lionheart |
The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much.
"It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question.
"As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative,
"Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
( @
Rose ; @
Minkuu ; @
ChromeSilver_Hwaa )