WindClan & SunClan Border

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The border between WindClan and SunClan.

Pinedusk's honey brown gaze looked out at the prairie that stretched before him. It seemed to go on for sky-lengths. He knew that he would have been born into WindClan had his parents not left the Clan to form SunClan. It was a strange thought. He was fully WindClan in heritage, and yet he felt nothing towards the Clan. The curiosity he'd once had for WindClan as a younger wolf had vanished after they accused SunClan of murder. He wondered if relations between the two Clans would have been better had Direstar still been around.
He frowned as he thought about his father. He'd been gone for moons now, but the hurt Pinedusk had felt over his death had never gone away. Thinking of Direstar made him think again of Fernshade, which further saddened him. What happened to his sister? Certainly she wouldn't have just upped and left, especially considering she'd been deputy. Something horrible must have happened.
He let out a long sigh, but continued on towards the border. He lowered his muzzle to the grass, and a very strange scent scent made his pelt bristle. It was unlike loner and unlike Clan, but worst of all, the scent led deeper into their territory. Were Gentleheart and their pups safe? Had the wolves gone to attack their camp while they were away? He'd never forgive himself if something happened to them and he wasn't there to help.
"You've noticed it as well," he said to Willowmist, who was looking out in the direction the strange wolves had taken. He opened his mouth to say more on the subject when he heard a thud. He looked back to Galepaw. The apprentice seemed to be quite out of breath. "You okay there?" he asked, waiting for his answer before turning back to Willowmist.

Pinedusk frowned when Galepaw fell forward, but the apprentice maintained that he was okay. Guessing that he was just out of breath but was otherwise fine, Pinedusk nodded and returned his attention to Willowmist. The red warrior nodded his head when Willowmist said that they'd track down the strange scent. "Be safe," he told Galepaw. "If you happen to run across any wolf you don't know, run away from them as quickly as possible," he added. He didn't know how dangerous these mysterious wolves could be. After Galepaw had left, Willowmist began to follow the scent and Pinedusk started after her. The strangers had taken a somewhat difficult path, to which Pinedusk wondered if it was supposed to deter others from following them. He increased his pace when Willowmist did, hoping that the two wolves were merely lost and would pose SunClan no harm.

Pancake made her way to the border separating WindClan and SunClan and sniffed around. She smelled wolves clear as day, but the scents were kind of old, hours old. She glanced around, wondering if she'd be spotted by anything. Her tail wagged happily as she caught the scent of prey and started digging at the exit of a rabbit hole to get to the rabbits hiding inside. She couldn't reach them and grew frustrated and soon learned they had another exit that they had escaped from.

The temperature went from cool to frigid, and as they approached the border the male slowed, his face a gasp. "Snow?" For snow to be falling in the middle of Green-leaf was a dreadful sign, and surely it meant the loss of their prey. The Sunclan wolves also would still have their thin, green-leaf fur, and would be even more susceptible to freezing to death. "Weedfang's part dog, her fur doesn't get as thick as mine. What if she freezes in this weather?" Every part of him bristled with anxiety and alarm, but he kept his face aloof, only his spiking fur showing his concern. He noticed Silverfern looking on in agitation, and shot her a look that was a mix between pity and his own fear. They both had something they loved over the border, yet neither of them could do anything about it. He wondered briefly if she was beginning to regret leaving her first clan.
"Wrenclaw..." A voice murmured to him in the breeze. The sound was familiar, yet remembering Heavypaw hallucinating back at camp made him wise to the voice. "It's the wind playing tricks. It's not real." Trying his best to ignore the sound, the male shook his head to clear his thought, yet the voice sounded again. "Wrenclaw... Wrenclaw are you there?" This time he recognized the sound, and he quickly snapped his attention back to the border. There was no sight of her, and there was no scent of her, yet he was sure that was her voice. Hesitation flickered in the brute's gaze, and he tried his best to stifle the sound, pinning his ears back against his head. "Not real. Not real. It's not real. It can't be real. There's no way." Yet she continued calling him, her voice growing louder. "Wrenclaw, it's alright. You're alright, just let me speak with you." Groaning and shutting his eyes, Wrenclaw bent down and rubbed his paws over his eyes, his grasp on reality fading. "Not real. Not real. Not...." He opened his eyes. "...real." And she was there, standing in front of him. The male could only stare blankly, every thought and fiber of his being gaping in awe. His throat was dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. Yet slowly he rose, his paws trembling. "W-Weedfang...?"

(OOC: Note, it's only a hallucination. To all the other wolves he's just standing there muttering intangible words to himself)

Avalanche, the lone Samoyed puppy with the big adorable round eyes had met a wolf and a dog in a single day and had felt rejected by both. He came across what appeared to be a border due to smelling scents he had never smelled before floating in the air. He stopped and crouched down low when he heard voices. He stalked forward and watch as he saw two wolves and a dog? It surely looked like a dog but maybe he was mistaken. He hid in some brush close by and forgot to check if it was big enough to hide him in. Sure enough the brush rattled with his presence inside of it. He ducked down, hoping they hadn't heard him.

"It's ok. You.. don't have to be afraid." She spoke to him softly, yet there was unconcealed sadness in her eyes, in her gaze. Something was wrong with the way she looked, with the way she sounded, with the way she smelled. It all seemed the same, yet, there was something peculiar about it. Wrenclaw didn't know what to think, but he scanned her up in down, eyes wide with confusion. There were such an innumerable amount thoughts and feelings going through the male's head. "This is a dream. This has to be. She would never approach me with so many of my clanmates around." "Don't worry about them, only you can see me." The fay told him gently, reaching out and stroking his fur with her muzzle. Wrenclaw took a step back, eyeing her wearily. A part of him wanted nothing more then to snuggle into her soft fur, yet a part of him was still weary of his clanmates. Heck, he didn't even know if what he was seeing was real in the first place. But it felt so real. "H-How?" He asked her, scanning her beautiful green eyes. She looked sadly at him for a moment, and lowered her head. Her fur was thick and shining, and not even a single blemish or scar grazed her pelt. She was more beautiful then he had ever seen her, and Wrenclaw suddenly figured out what was wrong with the she-wolf. She was too beautiful. She was too perfect. She was how she looked in all his fantasies and images of her in his mind, yet he knew that she would have scars and blemishes, that she would not be as perfect as he envisioned her to be. Doubt and fear flickered in the back of his mind, and he stared at her before asking. "H-How can they n-not see you? Why only me?" There was faint starlight in her fur, and the male suddenly felt that he might be sick. "I...I died Wrenclaw." She told him, her voice not above a murmur. Wrenclaw took a step back, eyes widening with horror. "No...No! I don't believe you!" He replied, panic rising in his voice. Suddenly the world seemed to spin around him, everything falling out of place. The ground was moving. The sky was falling. Everything was breaking. Everything was painful. Everything was wrong.
"No, nononono." He shook his head vigorously, trying to rid the dreadful thought from his mind. "You can't be dead. You can't be.. You just can't..." His breath began to grow ragged, and the she-wolf padded forward to meet him, nosing his muzzle. "Shh, It's ok. It's going to be ok." But the male was despondent, eyes wild but gazing at nothing, as his breath started to come in shorter gasps. "No no no no no no. I... I don't... I don't.... Y -You... can't..." Oily tears formed in his eyes and he gasped again, his lungs hurting too much to breathe. She stepped closer to him, wrapping her tail around his paws and hugging his body with her own. "It's ok Wren. I'm ok." He didn't hug or cuddle with her back, every part of him on edge with horror and disbelief. "No, n-n-no." "Wrenclaw, look at me." She told him more firmly, her glimmering emerald gaze meeting his. He finally had the strength enough to comply, and as he gazed at her his vision began to become obscured from the tears that pooled up. "I'm fine. I'm not hurting or in pain. I feel good. You don't have to worry about me anymore." She blurred from his vision, and the male choked out a small cry from his muzzle. Closing his eyes, he blinked away the tears and gritted his teeth. Allowing one more cry to escape, he finally gazed at her again. "You're dead... How-How did you die?" She met his eyes for a long moment, as if deciding whether or not she should tell him. "The snow came... I was out of camp. I got trapped under an avalanche." Wrenclaw felt his throat burn and his eyes start to water again, but he stifled it back. "I'm sorry...I know how much you're hurting now. I'm so sorry." Tears began to form in the she-wolf's own eyes. She blinked and looked away, the oily substance falling down her muzzle. Wren drew her closer to him, holding her tightly against himself and feeling her soft warm fur meet his. Around them the world didn't matter, and the harsh winds that had plagued him earlier had fallen still in the male's mind.
They sat together, silent, for what would be the last time. The sky was dark and his clanmates were no longer around. It was just the two of them. Just the two of them and the expanse of world around them, the world that they would never again share. Wrenclaw held onto her tightly, every part of him in pain, from his nose to the tip of his tail.
"It's going to be ok Wrenclaw." She told him softly, nuzzling his fur gently and leaning her head against his shoulder. "How can it ever be ok? It's never going to be ok ever again." His voice was filled with despair, bleakness overshadowing his face. "I'll always be with you, Wren." She told him, her gaze meeting his. "Always. No matter where you go, no matter what you do. I'll always be there, watching over you. Protecting you." Her voice became more firm, but the male refused to let go of her. His lungs hurt, and his breath started to become short again. "I should've died. I should've died before you. If I had joined Sunclan you wouldn't be..." The fay shook her head. "If you would have joined Sunclan, I still would have died, and you would have been left all alone. It was already too late by then. You did the right thing by staying loyal to your clan. Your sister needs you. Your clan needs you." Refusing to believe that it wasn't his fault, Wren gritted his teeth and shook his head, tears reappearing in his eyes. "But...but I need you." He let out a choke again, feeling tightness build in his chest. "I love you."The she-wolf gave him a faint smile, and cuddled into his fur again. "I love you too Wrenclaw. But I won't be the only one. There are other wolves you love, and there are other wolves you will love." The male shook his head sadly, anguish filling his soul. "No, not as much as you." The fay said nothing to this for a moment, but remained silent, leaning back into his fur.
For thirty heartbeats, they sat, side by side, huddling against the faint light. Neither of them moved, as if stirring would somehow end the time they had together. Finally, she spoke, her voice gentle. "I have to go soon Wrenclaw." She stood up, but the male gazed at her fearfully, all hope having vanished in his eyes. "No, Please don't go! Please..." He stepped forward, brushing his fur with her own in an effort to make her stay. But the she-wolf sighed and shook her head, and Wrenclaw felt anguish wash over him. He couldn't bear to see her leave, for he knew that once she left, he would be completely alone, never to hear the sound of her voice or feel the softness of her fur. She would be gone, and he would be broken, left to pick up the scattered pieces of his heart.
"It's going to be alright. I know you'll move on. I know you will find someone else." Wren shook his head, his fur standing on end. "No! No, there won't ever be anyone else. There can't be. I only love you." But the she-wolf only shook her head. "I'll always be with you Wrenclaw. But I'm with Starclan now. And your clan needs you. They need you to be strong. To be loyal. " Wren shook his head, confusion clouding his gaze. "I-I am loyal. I've given up so much for the clan already." She continued to gaze at him, her tone becoming more firm. "I know. But it's not enough. You have to devote your life to the clan. That's what you promised you would do when you were made a warrior. Remember?" Wrenclaw casted his gaze downward, agony enveloping his heart. What did his clan matter to him now? Nothing in the world mattered to him right now except Weedfang, who had been taken from him. "And Windclan needs you more then ever. They need you. And I need you to give your all to them. Everything." The male blinked at her, unsure of what she meant. "I-I don't understand." She gave a look of sympathy, her expression softening. "Sometimes things happen for a reason. And sometimes there are consequences for things that have happened. Things we have done. Choices we have made. Everything we do has an outcome, whether we like it or not." Wren shook his head, confusion clouding his thoughts. "Outcome...?" Everything hurt, and his thoughts were foggy. It was as if his mind were a broken record, everything she said was repeated over and over in his head but no connections were made, no thoughts formed. "Wrenclaw... when I left camp, when I got caught in the avalanche, I wasn't out there hunting or patrolling." Her gaze turned mournful and she looked away as she continued. "I was out there for you. I was coming to find you." She blinked and glanced up at him again, her eyes two pools of tears. "If it wasn't for you, I would still be alive. If we hadn't had met then we would have been both loyal members to our clans. Nothing bad would've happened." Wrenclaw felt every hair on his pelt stand on end as he processed what she was saying. Horror flickered in his eyes, and pure torment struck him from inside. Everything ached and trembled, and he let out a pained gasped as tears ran down his muzzle. "We-Weedfang-" Another gasp choked forward cutting the male off. He closed his eyes, wishing that he could be struck dead on the spot. She was right, it was his fault. It was his fault that she had died, it was his fault that all of it had happened. "It's ok, we were both so young when it happened. Don't blame yourself." She nosed him gently, but Wren was despondent in his agony. "But now you understand right? How important it is to remain loyal to your clan? It means everything." She took a step back, examining him with a soft look. The male opened his eyes once more, but when he did, he noticed that she had started to look translucent, and he began to see the grass through her pelt.  "NO!" He lunged forward, but his muzzle fazed right through her fur. He stepped back and stared at her, his eyes wild. "Don't leave! Please! Don't leave! Not again... not....again." "I'm sorry Wrenclaw. But I was never the one meant for you. If only you had stayed true to your clan, none of this would have happened. But there is another, another she-wolf who you must love. Within your own clan. It does not matter what you think or feel, all that matters is that you prove you are loyal." Her pelt became more and more translucent, and the brute bristled with terror. She was leaving him. She was leaving him and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing.
"Wait!" She gave him a pained smile closing her eyes as she disappeared from reality.
. . .

Avalanche let out a little yelp in surprise and fell back pathetically onto his rump as the she-wolf confronted him. "Please don't hurt me, I was only looking." he begged her, tucking his tail between his legs and his whole body shook, but not from just the coldness of the air but out of fear. Fear-scent surrounded his thick-furred white pelt before he realized it had. Eventually after several seconds and no signs of pain or the she-wolf attacking him he lifted his head and stared at her. He had never seen such a creature. So this was a wolf? It doesn't look dangerous at all! he thought to himself. His ears went forward and he got a little teary eyed. "I-I-I am......Ava-Avalanche." he managed to stammer out pathetically.

"I got separated from my mum and now I'm lost......c-can I come with you?" he asked her, lowered in his ears again and shivering only this time he was only cold. The wind picked up and he was forced to hunch down to the ground to keep himself from almost getting swept away with the leaves that were to his left. He whimpered and tried his best not to cry in front of the beautiful fae.

(OOC: Hey Awesome post Avalanche! you're gettin better and better)

Avalanche curled his already curly tail around his paws and sat there shivering as he listened to the she-wolf. So her name is Embershard? What a strange name.....but then again, Wrenclaw is as well! he thought to himself before he forced himself to his tiny paws to try and follow after her. He stopped mid-step as the wind picked up again and blew through his pelt ever so easily. He laid down and shivered. He wanted to be carried like his mom always had, but then his mother wasn't here to pick him up or comfort him with the warm lick of her giant pink tongue anymore. He found himself wondering if he'd ever see her again, or if he was destined to live on without her for the rest of his days. No! I mustn't think about that! I'll find her......I hope! he added in thought.

His brown eyes closed as the strong wind made his fur go flat for a second so they could all see how skinny he truly was, meaning he had been separated from his mother for at least 2 days. StarClan knows how he had survived for he surely didn't. He took slow and stiff-legged steps towards the she-wolf before pathetically slipping in the snow and onto his belly. He was now too cold to move but somehow he found the strength to carry on after Embershard.

~ WindClan Camp ~

Everything seemed to blend together. Light and shadow, ground and sky, right and wrong. Nothing made sense in the male's mind as the bitter cold of reality crept in on him once again. As the vision faded his breathing came in faster, and he clenched his teeth together as stabs of pain wracked his body, making his paws give out. Collapsing helplessly into the dirt, Wrenclaw let out a long, raspy breath, interrupted by short gasps. For once, he did not hide or bury his feelings, as they were too agonizing to keep wrapped up. Embershard was nearby talking to a dog, but the male could hardly care  about that, all thoughts focused on what he had just seen. "She's gone... She 's really gone." Another bout of pain wracked his body, and he closed his eyes. The she-wolf nearby headed off to take the pup back to camp, but Wrenclaw didn't move. It didn't matter right now anyways, nothing really did.
The anguish in his soul came in waves, as if every time he ridded himself of one, another came crashing down on him. "No, no I can't believe it. It...It just can't be true." She couldn't be dead, there was no way. She was a young, healthy she-wolf. How could she possibly die? He flattened his ears and dug his claws into the earth, as if somehow trying to hold himself up against the sadness in his heart. Around him the wind whipped, and he could swear he heard voices whispering to him in the breeze. "Your fault...Your fault." They breathed mockingly. "All your fault." Wrenclaw bared his teeth against the gale, tears dripping from his closed eyes. "Stop...it." He choked slowly against the wind. But it's taunting only continued. "It's all your fault. She's dead because of you." The brute snarled and opened his eyes, fur bristling. "STOP IT!" He yowled to no one, snapping his fangs into nothingness. He gasped and panted, every part of him feeling on fire. He dug his claws into the dirt and scraped fervently, a sudden rage coursing through his blood. But the bitter anger eventually turned into despair and the male slowly sat down, utterly defeated. "Why...?" He asked silently into the darkness, to the roaring that surrounded him. "Why would you do this..?" But there was no answer and there was no sign. No one to call and no one to comfort him. He was completely alone.
. . . . .
He sat in silence. There was no sun to measure the time, yet he sat for what felt like an eternity to him. A good amount of time passed as the male contemplated to himself, his thoughts full of darkness and despair. There was no light or hope, and in his mind there would never be again. Eventually he stood up and turned. With all the energy drained from his body, Wrenclaw felt completely numb and void of emotion. His heart might have as well been crafted from a stone, as he only felt a weight, too tired to draw any sadness or anger from his soul. In silence he stumbled back to camp, his paws slow and shaky.
~Windclan Camp~