#echoglare

[rise-of-littleclan]

LeapClan cats are a determined, loyal, and scrappy bunch. Often riddled with scars from their neighbors and mortal enemies, DiveClan, LeapClan felines focus much of their efforts to battle and strategy. Their small numbers are an attribute to how far they'll go for their clan, finding that dying in battle is of the utmost highest honor, and many of their numbers have fallen under those circumstances. Even if LeapClan's values seem barbaric, they pride themselves on their community and kinship with each other. Their scars show their love for each other and for their home. What a shame it couldn't save them.

[rise-of-littleclan]

Moon 0 - Part 2

CW: Blood, Gore, Animal Death

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

[rise-of-littleclan]

Moon 0 - Part 1

CW: Blood, Gore

Pythonback twitches and shifts in his nest, one the young warrior has had for moons now but still feels foreign and stiff to him. Unable to sleep, the spindly tom gazes lazily out the entrance to the Warriors den as he has for hours, watching the moon's slow trek across the deep, twinkling sky and musing about how cold and barren the camp looks during the night. His father, Echoglare slept soundly a pace behind him, but he could hear Fennelpeak moving in his nest, the russet-furred deputy has been under a lot of stress recently and Pythonback felt a pang of sympathy for the overworked tom. Amber eyes dart again to the clearing where a familiar pelt stalked into camp. With a few bleary blinks Pythonback recognized Jumpfang's sandy dappled pelt as he made his way to the apprentice's den. The young warrior's eyes narrowed in confusion; What could Jumpfang need from Buzzardpaw at this hour? He wondered speculatively. Maybe a night hunting lesson? The older warrior was known to be stuffy and strict with his training regiments, so it wasn't completely out of the blue. What was stranger though, was the tom exiting and all three smaller forms of LeapClan's apprentices following behind him. From the distance it was hard to tell, but from the puffed pelts and anxious glances around camp, the apprentices seemed scared of something. At this Pythonback stood, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake the warriors around him, and padded out of the den. As he breached the archway into the clearing Jumpfang's gaze met his, and the toms ears briefly fell flat against his head before flicking back upwards alertly. "Jumpfang.. What's happening?" Pythonback asked as he approached. The older tom glanced behind him into the warriors den then met Pythonback's gaze, hissing out a quick hush. He seemed irritated, which was only accentuated by his rapidly flicking tail. Jumpfang grumbled as his gaze flicked from the cream warrior to the trio of apprentices and then back. "Pythonback, you need to take the apprentices deep into the territory, now. Quickly, go." He shoved the apprentices towards him with his tail and narrowed his eyes at Pythonback expectantly. Pythonback froze momentarily, taking in the urgency in Jumpfang's tone before nodding and ushering the apprentices towards him. This is how I can prove myself, I'll keep them safe from… From whatever is happening. As the group of four rushed out of camp through a rear exit, Pythonback spared a final glance to Jumpfang, who hadn't yet moved, staring the group down as they left. It sent a prickle down Pythonback's spine as he again turned and fled camp with the apprentices. It wasn't long after the small group fled camp that yowls of alarm rang in the distance, and not long after that yowls of fear and pain. Pythonback's stomach flipped on itself but he pressed forward, keeping the apprentices in front of him to catch them when they stumbled or tripped. Finally, deep into the territory as Jumpfang instructed, the group came to a slow stop. The cries were so distant they were barely perceivable, and after a minute halted altogether. The trio of apprentices collapsed in a heap, curling against each other. Lilacpaw pressed into her brother, Bluepaw, comfortingly as he curled into a ball, the younger Buzzardpaw doing the same against Lilacpaw's flank. Pythonback hesitated as he glanced around, Should I go back? I think they're safe here… The tom hunched over and eased his labored breathing. Yes, I'll… I'll go back and help. Just need to catch my breath. In the commotion of everyone settling, the nearing thrum of pawsteps goes unnoticed.

Part 2

[rise-of-littleclan]

Pythonback, do you know what killed Echoglare/your dad at all? I also hope you got the chance to bury him if you didn't leave before he died.