Territory WC NOW I AIN'T THE SHARPEST CHISEL ☼ ] highstones hunting patrol [

[GOLDENSTAR]

This place unnerves him a little bit, he reflects as he leads the patrol up towards the Highstones. The ground slopes away from them in a loping rate, and he slows himself down, stretching his senses out. Eyes open wide, ears perked forward and nose twitching. He chose to wait until the sun was nearly set, when whatever small prey would be out after the birds high up above would likely be unable to see as easily. Goldenroar's head tilted, and as he listened, he began to think.

The last time he was here was with Dustystar. Stepping just behind, on her heels, making sure she didn't topple over after the fire. It was different then, he things. Eyes shift amongst the landscape, and he isn't so sure he's thinking about the hunt anymore- he doesn't feel the itch in his chest he normally does for that kind of thing. Goldenroar swallows briefly as he begins to consider some things. The stars that are just barely beginning to peek out overhead. The spirits that Dustystar speaks about- the so called Starclanner appearing at the gathering after Juniperstar's death. Who's to say that was actually a spirit? Sure, they were starry and all...

Goldenroar's head turned towards the stones themselves now, the way their spires reach up towards the stares as if they could shake hands with them. Goldenroar's eyebrows knit tighter together, a frown pressing to his mouth. Maybe it was just the way things were going lately, but with the lack of any 'Starclan' appearance during the flooding... who's to say they were actually here to help them?

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  // prompt for yall... Goldenroar leads you to a hunting spot up by Highstones, but he seems skeptical about something. Do you inquire with him?
  // @Hollowmumble @Solacewhisper
  // didn't roll... bro's busy contemplating things
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty three moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merrystalk and sunnyspring
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 43 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @GOLDENROAR @Solacewhisper

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The evening was quiet. Peaceful almost, to Hollowmumble, as they walked along for their hunting patrol. The sun slowly setting, stars just beginning to peek out, long shadows cast across the horizon that she could blend into easily. She was glad the hunt was at night, it suited her dark pelt and made it a bit easier to ambush anything unsuspecting. Goldenroar was... setting her on edge, though. He was alert... too alert, for a simple hunting patrol. She watched him, frown firm on his face. Did he smell something? She couldn't catch a whiff of anything unusual, even when she tilted her head back and closed her eyes to take it all in, large ears turning to try and hear... anything that would be wrong.

It wasn't quiet. The scruffling of animals in the distance, tree leaves brushing against one another in the breeze, bugs and cicadas singing together in the warm night.

After a long moment, she turned her head to glance at Goldenroar, before asking quietly, as to not disturb any prey: "...Is something wrong?"