scouting ahead [open]

[Corvus]

In the shadows of night ran a black figure, his presence would have not been know if it hadn't been for his dark purple hues. The odd coloring of his eyes was chilling to look at so most of the nocturnal animals stayed away. The only sound was made from an owl that dared to hoot into the night breaking the silence of the world. Corvus's lithe body moved quickly through the trees, his paws making barely a thud against the grass beneath him as he moved, a deadly hunter on the prowl. His chest rose and fell evenly with his paws as he glided through the night, with a canopy of stars above him. It was peaceful, which meant the clans couldn't be to far off now. He was on a mission, he was given the task of scouting out the territory before reporting back to his father with the full details.

The mere thought of his father made his eyes roll in his head. This was pointless he was all for restoration, but he wasn't for war. Yes the clans did them wrong, but the same cats couldn't still be around now right? He heaved a sigh before slowing down his pace to a gentle trot. Vengeance was a killer, why couldn't they let it go and start new? Trying talking with their mouths instead of their claws for once. He knew it was only wishful thinking. Still his eyes fell to his paws then, a small frown placed on his maw. So much blood that shouldn't have been shed, and yet he did nothing. He was ashamed and deserved no salvation after his passing. His gaze went to the sky then as one star twinkled at him. It gave him chills. Walking out into a less vegetated area he paused as mingled scents hit his glands.

His nose wrinkled up a bit before a serious expression came over his features. The smell of mud and fish together was not the most pleasant smell and yet he knew it belonged to them. If remembered right four clans lived around here, so which ones were these again? His mother tried to explain it to him but after moons your memory got a little fuzzy. Something about the smell of trees, rabbits, fish, and mud were supposed to tell you the different scents of the clans. So that meant two of them were near here? A border perhaps? The black tom cat slowed his pace as he neared what seemed to be a river bed, the mere thought caused him to lick his lips with thirst. How long had he been running? He couldn't remember but his lungs were starting to tighten up on him now from exhaustion. He stopped and stared in silent disappointment as the dried up river stood before him. Glancing around he carely dropped himself into it, perhaps some water was below the surface, or maybe a puddle could be left over? He was careful not to break the border he remembered the warrior code well. Sadly no puddle, so he began to dig.