Post by sandpoppy on Dec 17, 2009 23:00:17 GMT -5
Talon felt a surge of panic when he woke before he realized where he was. The small log he had spent the night in seemed smaller then he remembered. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have to find a permanent den, and soon. But was there really a point? For all he knew the nefarious MaliceClan won the war moons ago. Perhaps everyone he knew was now dead. Perhaps he had lost everything he had ever known. He would give anything to see one familiar face. He tried to think of the course of action he would take. It's simple. He realized. He would go to one of the clans borders and check for scent marks. If they were there that would confirm that the clans were still thriving. And what if MaliceClan has taken over and catchs you? A small voice in his mind spoke up. Then I'll be at their mercy. He answered grimly.
He started to head toward the clan territory's when a rustling in the underbrush caught his attention. He braced himself for whoever, or whatever, would emerge. A flash of gold caught his eye as a cat raced out. A strangely familiar one. "Strike?!?" He fought to keep the excitement out his voice. "In the flesh, and who might you b....Talon!?!?" A cross of delight and disbelief crossed his face. "Your alive?" Talon gave an amused purr. "Do I look like a ghost?" "No...no I guess you don't. But Talon, is it really you?" "Who else would it be? A look of acceptance came across Strikes face. He smiled brightly. "But where have you been?" "Away." Talon answered shortly. He couldn't admit that the shame he had felt when he had learned about MaliceClan, the shame he had felt for leaving his clan, was to great to live with. Strike would be the last cat to understand. Luckily he seemed to accept the answer and rubbed his face on the healers shoulder. "It's great to see you again." Talon was about to answer when a familiar scent hit the roof of his mouth. "TempestClan? Have you been up to your old tricks?" Strike's face was a picture of insulted innocence, aside from his laughing eyes. "Talon, are you suggesting that I snuck into a clans territory? I give you my word that I haven't. I know how you feel about that." "And you never lie either I suppose." Talon said dryly. "Never." Strike finally burst out laughing. "Alright, alright. I have paid our old friends a visit now and then, but I never take any prey." Talon rolled his eyes. "So the clans have won the war then." "Yeah, MaliceClan broke up. A few of them are hanging around in a rouge gang called Delirious or something like that. A nasty enough group, but not too bright." He laughed as if he had made a hilarious joke. Talon nodded and filed away this information. He would have to find out more about this rouge group. Starting with their real name.
He started to head toward the clan territory's when a rustling in the underbrush caught his attention. He braced himself for whoever, or whatever, would emerge. A flash of gold caught his eye as a cat raced out. A strangely familiar one. "Strike?!?" He fought to keep the excitement out his voice. "In the flesh, and who might you b....Talon!?!?" A cross of delight and disbelief crossed his face. "Your alive?" Talon gave an amused purr. "Do I look like a ghost?" "No...no I guess you don't. But Talon, is it really you?" "Who else would it be? A look of acceptance came across Strikes face. He smiled brightly. "But where have you been?" "Away." Talon answered shortly. He couldn't admit that the shame he had felt when he had learned about MaliceClan, the shame he had felt for leaving his clan, was to great to live with. Strike would be the last cat to understand. Luckily he seemed to accept the answer and rubbed his face on the healers shoulder. "It's great to see you again." Talon was about to answer when a familiar scent hit the roof of his mouth. "TempestClan? Have you been up to your old tricks?" Strike's face was a picture of insulted innocence, aside from his laughing eyes. "Talon, are you suggesting that I snuck into a clans territory? I give you my word that I haven't. I know how you feel about that." "And you never lie either I suppose." Talon said dryly. "Never." Strike finally burst out laughing. "Alright, alright. I have paid our old friends a visit now and then, but I never take any prey." Talon rolled his eyes. "So the clans have won the war then." "Yeah, MaliceClan broke up. A few of them are hanging around in a rouge gang called Delirious or something like that. A nasty enough group, but not too bright." He laughed as if he had made a hilarious joke. Talon nodded and filed away this information. He would have to find out more about this rouge group. Starting with their real name.