DAYDREAM — shatteredpelt

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—— Really, the whole territory was beautiful to Creekpaw, but the river in particular was the crown jewel, and especially in this season. She felt she had a knack for wandering into the best places, and this time was no exception. Hopefully Beartooth wouldn't mind her venturing off a little ways, but was that even a worry? In the five moons since she'd been assigned him as a mentor, the young cat had grown close to the older warrior, considering him not only a teacher but a friend. His caring attitude and good nature lead Creekpaw to believe — no, know — that he'd understand her bout, just as he had the others. So she had no regrets in coming to see the river by herself.

She felt a certain connection to the water she gazed down upon; its swirling blue, punctuated by light that gave way to the shade at the bottom, carried fallen leaves of all shades along it's path to who knew where. Maybe it was because it was her namesake; Creekpaw, named for the blue in her fur that bore a keen resemblance to the riverwater. The urge to let the water carry her, as well, was strong, but that wasn't the only thing that captivated her attention: Sunningrocks was only a trip across the stepping stones away, and they were undoubtedly warm in the greenleaf sun.

Her decision was split-second, as they usually were. Hopping quickly from bank to stone, the apprentice crossed with ease, and was soon at the base of a particularly large, flat rock, which she climbed and promptly stretched out across. From where she lay, she could almost see into the bushes on the other side of the border. Thunderclan. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't ever gotten the urge to peer into the foliage there once or twice, but she was already so close where she was on the rocks...

Somehow, where other apprentices would chose to avoid trouble and turn away from a border, Creekpaw leapt off the rock and inched even closer to the markers. She never really understood why the divides between clans had to be so heavily guarded, or, in some cases of cats, revered. They only stood to separate. Wrapped up in her thoughts, her nose was now almost touching the leaves, and through them she could make out the endless trunks of a hundred trees.

( [member=8832]SHATTEREDPELT[/member] )

[SHATTEREDPELT]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]The river was beautiful. It always changed, it was constantly alive. It whispered to the cats in a language they couldn't understand, fed RiverClan fish, and provided protection from other groups. Shatteredpelt felt a deep love for the river that he couldn't explain, but he supposed most RiverClanners felt the same way. Their original leader had been saved by the river of course - RiverClan owed everything to their home. Of course, that meant protecting their land, protecting their borders. Sunningrocks was a highly-debated place that frustrated Shatteredpelt more than he'd like to admit, but otherwise, he knew RiverClan territory was secure.

He'd taken a short patrol by himself to check out the border, and maybe hunt a little. One of the nice things about being a warrior was that he could exit the camp whenever now - he didn't need a mentor around. It was surreal at times, even though he'd been a warrior for quite some time. That freedom had been his for so long, and yet it was so unusual. Perhaps it'd been because of his unfortunate.. accident. After the rogue raid, he'd been confined to the medicine den for so long.. it was odd going out at all, let alone going alone.

He didn't even notice that he wasn't alone in his wanderings until a light gray flash hit his eye. It was an apprentice, nearing the ThunderClan border. Oh no.. Stonestar seemed fairly reasonable, but he didn't want RiverClan trying the new leader's patience. Especially with all the new leaders.. it didn't seem right to get too close. So, Shatteredpelt started after the apprentice, a warning yell burbling in his throat.

"Wait! Don't cross." Shatteredpelt called, skidding to a halt and shaking out his ruffled fur. The scarred warrior looked down at the apprentice, gesturing back away from the trees. "ThunderClan isn't our enemy, but they won't mind ripping you to bits if you cross over. Don't give them that pleasure." ThunderClan was notoriously proud, and he didn't want to make any mistakes. After all, he was near the apprentice now, she was his responsibility. "Where's your mentor anyways?" Beartooth was mentoring her, right? He'd seen them together, right?

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—— Staring through the bushes was like looking into another world. Riverclan had their own trees, of course, but it was nothing like the dense trunks she saw here. In some places, they were even close enough to twist together, and for a moment, Creekpaw wondered what could possibly be living within their massive branches. She could imagine giant birds making their nests, and squirrels as big as a warrior hidden in the leaves, ready to pounce. She concluded that Thunderclan cats must be very brave indeed to live in the forest when a sharp call sounded from the other side of the river.

Shaken from her reverie, the apprentice turned from the leaves and met herself with the somewhat familiar face of Shatteredpelt. She hadn't interacted much with him. but from what she'd gathered, he was nice enough. "I was only looking! I wasn't going to go in or anything," she chirped, alarmed by the expression on his face. She could understand his concern, but did he really believe she would cross? It stung a bit to think that; she generally followed the rules and tried her best to be a responsible member of the clan.

Worry only began to gnaw at her when she was asked about her mentor's whereabouts. She hadn't expected to be confronted like this, on her own and caught at a rather bad time, so she hadn't thought of any excuse to use. Shifting her paws nervously, the apprentice dropped her blue gaze. "My mentor? He's..." How could she say she'd left his side to go exploring on her own? She'd get in trouble, of course, but she worried Beartooth might get it, too. "Please don't get Beartooth in trouble, too! It's not his fault. I just wanted to see the river by myself, and I got curious," she pleaded, setting her eyes back on the older cat. Hopefully he could understand.

[SHATTEREDPELT]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Shatteredpelt chuckled, despite himself. Creekpaw was out and about, as one did as an apprentice. "Curiosity.. of course." Shatteredpelt murmured. It made sense, he'd often wondered what the other territories were like. He was particularly curious about ShadowClan's territory, but of course - that wasn't gonna happen at any time soon. He couldn't just trespass like that, sadly.

"Beartooth won't be in trouble, trust me. Everyone goes out at some point in time." Shatteredpelt admitted, turning and walking away from the border. "However, even though we all do it, I still have to tell you not to. Otherwise, who knows what'll happen to us?" The older warrior wasn't that worried now - he couldn't smell any ThunderClanners nearby, and he was getting the apprentice away from the border.

"You'll have plenty of time to explore the river, trust me. It doesn't change much over the seasons. You might get bored of it, even." Shatteredpelt lightly joked, kicking a rock into the water.

/wow this is late and terrible but