Written in the Stars

Kestrelfrost's restlessness was starting to feel like a thorn in her side.

She'd first noticed the feeling a moon or so ago, when she was hunting near the NightClan border. She'd seen one of NightClan's border patrols in the far off distance, but decided not to engage in any sort of contact, merely staring at them dubiously from over a tuft of grass as they passed. The air had felt thick then, and she'd innocently passed it off as normal borderside hostility.

But after the fight on the NightClan border, the tiny encounter felt like an overhanging tree of doom.

How much longer until a full war broke out? Kestrelfrost didn't know, and it made the restlessness flare up like a stubborn ember. She didn't like not knowing what was going to happen, or how to fix it. Not that she thinks that she's the cat for the job of fixing an entire clan versus clan war, but it just made her feel worse to be such a helpless warrior lying in wait for the inevitable.

So, she'd finished her duties of the day, and rested in camp, her mind racing for something, anything, that she might be able to do. Oh, if only she knew what tbe situation was on the border currently, then-

Wait, that's it! She could patrol the border, take a look at anything that could be amiss (And hopefully avoid any contact with NightClan), and then return home feeling at the very least a little bit more fulfilled. She hadn't gone on a patrol towards NightClan in quite a while, especially since the battle, so it could very well help her relax even a little.

But there still was one more problem, that being that it wasn't wise for her to go alone. Kestrelfrost was strong in her own way, sure, but if absolutely anything went wrong she'd be crowfood.

The she-cat shifted her paws uncomfortably, scanning camp for any cat she'd feel comfortable taking with her, but the choice was hard. Kestrelfrost really hadn't been going out of her way to talk to anyone before this point, aside from the usual small talk. This was way out of her comfort zone, but it was necessary. She took a deep breath, trying to put names to the cats that she could see, before finally deciding to approach Moorwhisker.

Now, she had to admit that she knew least about this tom out of all the cats in camp, but maybe that was a good thing. More often than not the cats that she did know about would most likely loudly scold her for even thinking about going to the border, and Kestrelfrost was not in the mood for that right now. Moorwhisker, however, seemed to be the type to keep his wits about him, so maybe he'd be willing to hear her out.

"Moorwhisker," she decided to keep her tone formal, dipping her head slightly in respect towards the older warrior before continuing "I wanted to go patrol the NightClan border today, but I figured it wouldn't be smart to go alone. Would you mind coming with?" The words felt slightly unfamiliar coming from her, and she pushed down the twinge of discomfort she felt from being social. It was time to be an actual warrior, now. She couldn't stay aloof forever.

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