Heatherstar was not patrolling.

With her duties for the moment done, and her list checked off in full, the golden leader knew well she could trust her deputy to watch over the clan. They were a stable clan, and her cats would prove no trouble whilst she was gone. She had this time to herself, to reflect and consider upon the newest development in her path, and she intended to take advantage of it.

And so, whilst she was indeed not patrolling, nor was she in the company of any other, she had hunted, and she did intend on visiting at least one border. She needed to do something productive. While her clan would not mind in the least, for they were understanding warriors, Heatherstar could not in good conscience simply take a leisurely stroll without doing something for her clan.

It was that decision, that lead to Heatherstar now burying a Greenleaf plump rabbit, before continuing in the direction she’d set herself.

At first, Heatherstar had no particular destination in mind. However, with the sun still in the earlier half of its arc, she found her paws carrying her toward Riverclan. She knew there was much tension between their clans. Both were restless, and the Hare Plains had been disputed for moons. The battle that had taken the last leader’s life had barely been won, and Heatherstar had every intention of ending the dispute once and for all.

However, there was much to decide, and the situation was indeed a delicate one. Talking was unlikely to work, as while Windclan was peaceful, Heatherstar reasonable, and Riverclan democratic, her leadership was very knew, and Heatherstar was no fool to believe Riverclan wouldn’t see their clan as weak due to the transition.

They had undergone their own transition of leadership not long ago, Heatherstar was aware, but her own was more recent, and more drastic and unexpected than their frequent fluctuation of representatives.

Shaking her thoughts away, Heatherstar was about to pad along the border toward the disputed land to assess it for scents, when the very scent she sought flowed to her from the opposite direction, too fresh to simply be a recently passed patrol, though Heatherstar could sense such too. Eyes narrowing, the molly turned to face the other direction, and easily spotted a figure across the moor.

Head held high, Heatherstar strolled with a smooth and confident pace back along the border, and paused several foxlengths on her own side with head tilted in assessment.

“Silverstorm, you look well” she greeted, tone cool but not unpleasant as she dipped her head as she would to the other leaders, emerald gaze studying the molly’s behaviour in case she proved threatening.

wolftress (Here’s a Heather for ya)