What are we doing out here!? - [Milkdapple/Wishingstar]

As the dawn patrol head out, lead by the Shadowclan leader Wishingstar, Milkdapple tread lightly behind the his superior. The beginning of light morning rays of sunlight spread thinly through the Shadowclan territory. The former Thunderclan border was faint but still recognizable to the warrior. He felt odd, uncomfortable. He felt himself go to turn at the border and force himself to continue. "This feels off..." he trailed, his eyes wandering to the scenery around the patrol. The Thunderclan territory was filled with color as leaf-fall had been in full swing. It was easy to pick up several scents of prey after entering the territory. It was apparent before entering the territory even. However...

The feline padded lightly on the leaves, incase any impromptu hunting began. 

"Its been many moons since ThunderClan last set foot in their own territory, do not falter, they should have stayed but alas, it means more prey for us. The elders and queens will not go hungry this leaf bare." Wishingstar meowed over his shoulder, taking them deeper into their new territory. "But the lack of enemy warriors means other predators have been moving in. Foxes and badgers, we should proceed with caution."

Milkdapple is not a fool. He figured that there would be some danger. There almost always is outside of camp and especially outside of the territory. "Anything?" He gestured towards the leader. His green eyes searched the landscape. He didn't pick up any strong scents. Nothing new at least. "You do have a point about the prey. Nobody needs to go hungry this leaf-bare. Plenty of herbs and prey among the other territories." He kept his senses high alert in case of danger. He kept up his pacing to match Wishingstar. 

The leader halted, his tail raised in a signal for Milkdapple to stop as well. Instantly he dropped to his paws and crept forward on silent paws, his paws gently sitting down on the leaves around him without so much as a crackle. In a lightning quick pounce, Wishingstar sank his teeth into the vole and killed it instantly. With a soft whisper to starclan, he smirked and glanced back at his warrior, his tail swaying from side to side. "That was pretty cool huh?"

He stopped immediately, not yet catching wind of the vole that his leader was hunting. When he saw him make such a swift move and catch the prey, he was stunned. "That is pretty cool. Great catch!" He smiled, happy to see they had already found something on this patrol. A few thoughts crossed his mind. He shifted his senses to a different mode, he quickly found himself tailing a shrew. loading his weight on his haunches, he pounced carefully and with great speed to strike the unsuspecting piece of prey. Milkdapple sunk his teeth into its neck for a swift kill. "There's got to be more on this territory. Why would Thunderclan just up and leave this?" 

Wishingstar burried his prey and thought for a moment. "Lets go check out their camp" He inquired, ears pricked forward. "I warned everyone not to step foot near the camp, but maybe we should investagate.

Milkdapple nodded and sniffed the air, checking again for any particularly strong scents from the territory. He didn't find anything to be concerned too much about again. Nothing strong had lingered nearby. While there could be danger moved into camp, there could also be clues to where or why they left, as well as more supplies that could be used by Shadowclan. This was a good plan. Milk stepped lightly on the forest floor, avoiding disturbances. 

And with that, Wishingstar took the lead, his tail brushing against the ferns and shrubs that dappled ThunderClans territory. His muscles rippled as he leaped over a fallen tree, probably from that huge storm the forest had gotten only a few days ago, and landed with a soft grunt. He opened his maw and scented the air, hoping to find any trace of the Thunder warriors, but instead he only found prey scent. If the leader felt worried about the situation, he certainly did not show it.

After a few moments he came to a well worn path, the grass shorter then the rest around them, probably from being walked down for many a generation. "Milkdapple come here." He meowed, moving to the side so the warrior could examine as well. "No cat has walked here for many moons... grass has begun to grow here once more.

Unease spread through his paws. Had it really been so long already? Anxiety flickered through his eyes before the same expressionless reserve came over him. "Come on, lets follow this, im certain it leads to the camp."

Pricking his ears Wishingstar paces forwards, the trees seeming to loom ominously over him as they made their way farther into the territory, He hadnt gone more then 6 foxlengths before he was looking down into a small sandy hollow. Once again he scented the air, but still nothing. "Ive heard of this place, it is where ThunderClan trained their apprentices." He said mostly to himself, deep in thought. "It would make a good training area for ShadowClans apprentices as well, dont you think Milkdapple?"

The blue tabby resumed walked, trailing around the outer hollow until it began to slope, down a small ravine. Ahead of him, ThunderClans Camp. His fur bristled as if he were awaiting a warriors warning, but after a few moments he relaxed, as no voices called out. Slipping forward, he sniffed at the ground, something he had picked up from Alaula, and halted right outside the opening that lead into the barren camp. He could Smell thunderclan now, but the scent was so faint, he could easily have been imagining it. "Ready for this?" He asked his warrior quietly, his own nervousness making its way into his words.

(I know its practical but damn thats fucked up. Liked "They're gone so we move in" They could be dead in this. LMAO)


Milkdapple fallowed along with Wishingstar's lead, tracing the ferns and shrubs. When he leaped to the fallen tree, he paused for a moment to get sight of what they were around. When he opened his maw to find any hopeful lingering scents of Thunderclan, he was equally disappointed and concerned to find only the fresh and tantalizing scent of prey. Milk, just like Wishingstar, maintained his demeanor as a whirlwind of questions flowed through his thoughts. Taken from his train of thoughts and worries about the lack of Thunderclan when his name was called by the blue tabby. "It's been so many moons... this has to be an old path.. how have they not come back..." His look changed, not realizing that it had been so long. He wasn't a warrior long before the disappearance of the clans. He doesn't recall much. He almost wondered what Starclan had been saying. He quickly regained his stamina and joined him below towards the sandy hollow and added in response to the training grounds, "And with the abundance of prey here it would be a great place to train apprentices for hunting too." 

Continuing further into the territory towards the Thunderclan camp, the two Shadowclan cats could both feel tension. However, it was the reaction of his leader that made Milkdapple recoil. It was when Wishingstar stopped bristling his fur that he had realized this was an impulse reaction in case of Thunderclan actually being there. Again, there was no real indications that there was any cat here for many many moons... "I guess I am ready if you are." His voice faltering slightly at the end, understanding the strong leader of Shadowclan was even a little uneasy by this endeavor. 

Pushing his way inside camp, Wishingstar had to use his claws to rip away the vines and leaves that had grown within. "Damn.." He muttered. As he forced the rest of the way forward, to come out into the heart of the camp. A squirrel pelted across his path, making him step back with a surprised hiss. "A squirrel? In camp?.."

It wasnt afraid. Why would it be when know cats had stepped paw through that tunnel in over a year. "Milkdapple check out the elders, warriors, and apprentices den. I will check the nursery and leaders, meet me in front of the medicine cats den okay?."

And with that he padded off, making his way to what he assumed was the nursery due to the the reinforcement evident in it. Ducking inside he met a cold, dark sight. A few nest with dusty moss and brittle twigs, no milk scent, nothing. With a twitch of his whiskers he backed out of the den, and made his way towards the leaders den. A scrap of moss hung limply over the entrance, and cautiously he slipped inside the damp hole. He met the same scene as he did the nursery? Except this time he sat himself down and closed his eyes. Time had no meaning to him as he listened to his own breathing, before his blue eyes opened. "Why did you leave." He whispered to the dark.

(Fuuuuuuu...) 

The sight of the squirrel taking up any space in the middle of a clan camp besides on top of a freshkill pile infuriated Milkdapple. His lips curled into a snarl as he made a move towards the prey. When it scurried away, he calmed his face, easing into a simple irritated flick of his tail. When he was directed to go to the three dens- elders, warriors, and apprentices- he tried to determine which of the dens was which. He looked to Wishingstar for guidance, however the other feline had just entered the leader's den. He shook his head and entered a den that appeared to have more reinforcement on the exterior. 

When he entered this den, however, it was not filled with the scent of old decrepit sacks of chattering bones, it was stale. he moss beds were dry and crushed and there was no indications of any cat sleeping there in a very long time. He backed out of there, tail lowered with confusion and discomfort. He then turned to a smaller den, this one appeared damaged. It has been worn and there was a gash in the roof, leaving the den warped and collapsed on one side. Inside there was the same case as before, no indication of any cats any time recently. He floor of this den was moist and in the center there was a small puddle of rainwater from the storm. 

Milkdapple then sat outside of the apprentice den, catching wind of something else in the camp. It was coming from the warriors den. Milk dropped lower and crept his way to the den, taking precaution. It smelled horrible. It was possibly even worse than the smell of old dung or the Thunderpath. He scrunched up his nose and peered into the room. Inside there was some round sack looking piece. It smelled strong of twolegs. Twoleg rubbish. He snarled again. Even twolegs had made their mark in the camp. When he finished he felt himself asking the question. "Where did they go...?" 

The milky white warrior stood outside the medicine cat's den to meet with his leader. He made it to the den before Wishingstar even left the Leader's den. He sat there, neatly squared his shoulders and laid his tail beside him patiently awaiting to hear from his leader. 

Wishingstar appeared a moment later, exiting the leaders den to meet Milkdapple outside the healers living quarters. "Anything?" He asked.

When his leader returned from the den, He sighed and looked back behind him. "There aren't any cats and no real threats here at camp. Just.. questions..." Milkdapple scrunched up his face and stared back at Wishingstar. "Was there anything in the nursery or the leader's den? Any clues? Anything?"

"no"

"k"