{$title} In a desperate attempt to get herbs for Meadowpaw; Talonpaw, masked in mud, cornfields and flood water scent, ignorantly crosses the border not realizing that wasn't okay to do. Sucks to suck I guess.
He was soaked in water, short fur clinging to his body, some spots sticking out- mud covered his back and neck and front limbs where he had desperately pulled himself free from the grip of the ice current. He didn't know exactly where he was, but judging by the scent, he recognized the pine forest from it's familiar smell from before he joined Windclan. He'd never been this far, the smell of pine enough usually to turn him away. But the boy was desperate. Meadowpaw needed these herbs, and with his scent coated, and no scents of cats near, talon took his chances. The putrid smell of the border was enough for Talon to vaguely remember crossing it when he had been dazed from losing his eye. Even now, he doesn't really know what it means, nor did he care. He did not understand what even a border was-
Because just across this line sat blooms of golden yellow flowers that Talon recognized. With the clan hurt, he would not let these ones get away. They were not soggy, we're not crumpled wet and useless. Fresh, and even as he snipped the flower with his teeth, the tom only confirmed his thoughts. Not only would he have the prey he'd have to go back for, but he would satisfy Meadowpaw's worries more and return with herbs that she desperately needed.
With that, he turned back around. The single broken stem and paw prints crossing back over the border towards lonerlands the only sign that someone was there. Maybe perhaps... Someone could smell a faint trail of windclan underneath the soaked fur and mud....
//Talon is gone!
Because just across this line sat blooms of golden yellow flowers that Talon recognized. With the clan hurt, he would not let these ones get away. They were not soggy, we're not crumpled wet and useless. Fresh, and even as he snipped the flower with his teeth, the tom only confirmed his thoughts. Not only would he have the prey he'd have to go back for, but he would satisfy Meadowpaw's worries more and return with herbs that she desperately needed.
With that, he turned back around. The single broken stem and paw prints crossing back over the border towards lonerlands the only sign that someone was there. Maybe perhaps... Someone could smell a faint trail of windclan underneath the soaked fur and mud....
//Talon is gone!
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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.