Another day, another set of patrols.
Dimmingsun sees sense in how the Clans operate, now that their every word and every step aren't met with his confusion. Every cat is a cog in the machine that is WindClan, though he is surprised to see how well it runs despite its newness. Perhaps they've learned from their neighbors. Either way, the way they check their borders, train their young, and take care of everybody is a joy to see.
With the sun still rising lazily, giving way to dawn, Dimmingsun has the chance to see it all unfold while he chews on a rabbit. Herb patrols, he reminds himself a Goldenroar dishes out names and locations. Both Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw have the right to conduct one anytime they wish. It's an useful thing to know—and one that fills him with a resemblance of power. Medicine cats appear well-respected enough, though he wonders if it lacks in some areas due to Meadowpaw's age, even if she is full-grown at this point.
All in due time.
A point of interest makes itself known. Dimmingsun watches Staggerdance's stance—how it doesn't change even when their name is called, and how they don't rush to attend to their duties like most others around them. It is just Dimmingsun's luck that they wander close enough for him to call out to them.
Dimmingsun sees sense in how the Clans operate, now that their every word and every step aren't met with his confusion. Every cat is a cog in the machine that is WindClan, though he is surprised to see how well it runs despite its newness. Perhaps they've learned from their neighbors. Either way, the way they check their borders, train their young, and take care of everybody is a joy to see.
With the sun still rising lazily, giving way to dawn, Dimmingsun has the chance to see it all unfold while he chews on a rabbit. Herb patrols, he reminds himself a Goldenroar dishes out names and locations. Both Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw have the right to conduct one anytime they wish. It's an useful thing to know—and one that fills him with a resemblance of power. Medicine cats appear well-respected enough, though he wonders if it lacks in some areas due to Meadowpaw's age, even if she is full-grown at this point.
All in due time.
A point of interest makes itself known. Dimmingsun watches Staggerdance's stance—how it doesn't change even when their name is called, and how they don't rush to attend to their duties like most others around them. It is just Dimmingsun's luck that they wander close enough for him to call out to them.
"Not keen on patrols?"
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