Written in the Stars

Heronswoop was usually one to put all of everything that he is into his work; it's kind of his thing, really. It's what makes him who he is. Heronswoop is not one to be lackluster in any way, shape, or form. But lately the tom hasn't been feeling normal. He's been sleepier than usual- a bone deep tiredness that he can't seem to get rid of- and the thought of doing things that he knows for a fact makes him happy gives him the biggest headache.

Today is no different to the past half-moon. If anything, today is one of his worse days. Heronswoop struggles to not just... sit down. Stop. Put a hold on life, at least for a second. But he has to push on. He can't just do any of those things. One, that's not what a warrior does. Two, he has to get this patrol done; it's his job. And last but not least, three: Eveningstar is on this patrol with him. The leader.

Now, don't get him wrong, Heronswoop knows he's not supposed to treat Eveningstar like he's above the rest of the clan; that's just not what a leader is (at least in Heronswoop's humble opinion). But even so, he feels like he has to be on his best behavior for this completely normal border patrol containing completely normal cats with completely normal emotions.

They've arrived at the bottom of their border with Oakclan, the Abandoned Boat and what is left of the small half-bridge next to it. The boat is both tied to the crumbling half-bridge and is stuck in the bank, so it's not going anywhere. Little is shared between the members of the border patrol as they spread out, each marking a portion.

When Heronswoop's out of view of the other cats and he's finished with his marking, he allows himself to sit. Iust for a moment. Starclan save me. This isn't what he's supposed to be doing. For the past 20 moons, since he came to Nightclan, he's been a diligent and loyal clan member; and nothing's changed within that time period, so why has his emotions changed?

That's enough of that, Heronswoop thinks. He gets off his haunches, regroups with the patrol, and moves up the border. All to repeat what they've just done.

Tags: Tactical