Waiting Game

OOC: Takes place during the battle between SkyClan and WindClan/RiverClan!

Dewlight paced across the camp, back and forth, forging a path through and around groups of cats. A small party of RiverClan warriors and apprentices had gone to WindClan, offering assistance for.... Something that Dewlight wasn't entirely sure about. She had heard whisperings, and no one could deny the tension that had weighed down the air in the Gathering, but she wasn't sure what was going on. She had not been selected to join the group going to WindClan, so here she was in RiverClan's camp, pacing back and forth. How long would they be gone? Would they all return safely? What exactly was happening?

No answer came as she continued her back and forth trek across the camp.

Shimmerdust reentered the camp, empty-jawed. The twolegs have been messing with their hunting a lot lately, and she hadn't managed to catch anything for her early morning hunt, much to her frustration. The siamese cat looked around. Unsurprisingly, the cats who were still around were incredibly bored by now. She wordlessly sat down and stared at the sky, her stomach giving off an annoying growl.

Troutbelly had seen plenty of combat, but this was different.

He was no longer freshly-made-warrior Troutbelly, with razor sharp instincts. He tried not to dwell on his age too much, especially after the death of Carpsplash. However, the thought sat in his mind that if he were sent to fight, he would likely die.

It felt almost like cowardice to sit while his Clanmates were fighting SkyClan.

Troutbelly caught the eyes of Dewlight, giving a weak smile in greeting. Perhaps she felt the same.

"Oi," he called to her. "Hear anything yet?"

Perhaps a stupid question; it's not like they would get routine notice about how the battle was going.

Troutbelly found it lonely in the elder's den. The Clan camp seemed so empty, and he worried greatly for their safety.

"Ah might be older 'dan dirt, but if those birdmunchers get over here, Ah'll straighten 'dem out."

Wisteriabloom was never one to back out of decisions she'd made, but that didn't mean she never had regrets. It was this feeling of having absolutely nothing to do. Somehow, at some point, she had thought becoming Ann elder would fix her restlessness, but in cases like these, it only made it worse. The dogs were causing issues. The Twolegs were causing issues. Half the clan was in another territory. At leats she wasn't the only restless one around. Something was definitely brewing but what she didn't know.

Troutbelly tried to make conversation across the camp, but the old tom she shared the den with sometimes got on her nerves a little. She couldn't quite put a paw on why, however. Maybe it was the fact that they were both retired made her feel old beyond her moons.

Dennis was tired, but in the "in need of a Sunhigh nap" kind of way as opposed to his usual "walking corpse" exhaustion. There would be no napping for him though, not today. Not while Cloverpaw was out in WindClan facing Starclan knows what danger and he was stuck here, useless. He had to admit, it stung that Ivystar didn't want to bring him. His logical side knew that she wasn't petty enough to endanger Cloverpaw because she didn't trust him, more likely he was just needed at camp for when they came back. His emotional side, though, wanted to throw a tantrum that he, a fully named medicine cat for longer than Cloverpaw had even been alive, wasn't allowed to accompany her. Who knew what kind of danger she was in? What if there were too many injured and she couldn't heal them all? What if she got injured? Or worse? He shuddered at the memory of Lilypaw, laying in an unrecognisable pile of fur and blood.

No. He wasn't going to let the paranoia set in again. Ivystar was a good leader, she wouldn't lead a young medicine cat apprentice into danger. She'd be fine. Aaaaany minute now, she'd come walking into camp with an exciting story to tell and a bit more experience under her belt. Yep. Any minute. He limped out of his den, training his eyes on the spot they'd left through. Any... Any minute now. He sat down.

As any loyal brother would, Robinpatch waited right next to the clan's entrance nearly stock-still, eyes solely focused on tracking any movements that may arise from the foliage or the familiar scents of his clanmates. He wished he would've gone with Ivy and her team but he just wasn't as proficient in battle as he used to be. He was still practicing whenever he could as to no longer be a burden on dear Ivy. He needed to be a warrior she could be proud of and not some lost, weak fool.

Robin could feel his anxiety building up as time continued to tick on with no sign of Ivystar and the group she had led over to WindClan. He was sure that some may think that it shouldn't be their battle to fight but they were going to get something rather important out of this. They were in need of prey to hunt since those twolegs and their mangy mutts invaded some of their territory. Just even thinking about it made him ill and a bit depressed. He was all too familiar with twolegs and their sick ways and he was not ready to go through it again nor was he ready to watch his clanmates go through it. Lilacstar better uphold her end of the deal or so help him StarClan he'll go over there and roughen her up worse than any Skyclanner would, rusty battle skills be darned.