Crow Wings and Wolf Fangs [Crowspirit]

With all the recent storms and high winds, patrols had been dispatched to take in the state of the territory. Hanging limbs needed removal from trees, roots needed to be inspected as the rain and wind shifted rocky soil - sometimes dangerously so, and Wolfblossom had found herself taking in the state of things around the moonlit creek. As she neared it, the usually soft murmur of the water was much, much louder than normal. Wolfblossom continued forward, and the sudden unexpectedness of water splashing over her paws made her look down with wide eyes. The creek was higher than she'd ever seen it, no wonder she'd hit water despite being several tail lengths from the usual shallow creekbed. With a huff, Wolfblossom took a few steps back, shaking out her paw and eyeing the water droplets in dismay. Turning, she began to slowly make her way along the creek. Better to assess what this was doing to the territory now, though Wolfblossom was deeply unappreciative of the wet ground underpaw. It had stopped raining at least, but the air was still humid and very little of the forest was actually dry. It made her fur prickle in discomfort, and upon the sudden, foul intrusion of Shadowclan's scent in her nose, Wolfblossom's fought to keep an annoyed snarl off of her face. "Great Starclan, foxes smell better than this." She grumbled under her breathe.

Well, Wolfblossom hadn't meant to be overheard. Her ears flattened, the tips feeling like they could've been set on fire by the power of her embarrassment. "I-" She stammered weakly, "Sorry. I uh... Didn't-" Foxdung, she had meant it, but it had been rude. And she hadn't meant for the Shadowclanner to overhear. Wolfblossom focused on her paws for a moment as she struggled to regain her composure, a low huff escaping her as her bright gaze lifted to stare at the overflowing creek, then the Shadowclanner.

"Sorry." She muttered again after a moment, shaking her head. "Wonderful?" She scoffed, "More like halfway flooded and soon to have weakened branches everywhere." Hopefully they wouldn't face the sort of flooding that Shadowclan had. The prospect of being swept off of Skyclan territory into some unknown place was truly terrifying, Wolfblossom couldn't imagine any of the Shadowclanners were comfortable with the circumstances either.

"My name's Wolfblossom." She introduced herself, very much still feeling the awkwardness of having been caught complaining about a Shadowclanner to their face.

"No, it's alright." Wolfblossom bowed her head in acquiesce. The she-cat, it seemed, was willing to overlook her rudeness and continue a conversation. Wolfblossom found that she wasn't as ungrateful for it as she might've been. For now at least, the Shadowclanners that were here were guests, and perhaps she didn't need to make them uncomfortable when their experience on Skyclan territory after such a harrowing ordeal was likely to stick with them. "I can't imagine it's easy for you to be here, not knowing about the rest of your clanmates. I hope they're okay." And that much was true. They weren't Skyclan, but she hadn't wished ill upon any of Shadowclan's ranks. And there was little reason to take out her annoyance with an overcrowded territory on the newly-introduced Crowspirit. "It's.. Nice to meet you, Crowspirit."

Stars above, but this was awkward, wasn't it?

On that it seemed, the two she-cats were in agreement. "I never expected such heavy rains as this. It's definitely made things difficult." Prey didn't like the rain any more than Wolfblossom did, and the way the humidity clung to her fur was uncomfortable at best. She had to wonder about Fogpaw and Plumpaw as well, how would the medicine cats get herbs if they were washed away by the strong rains and gusts of wind? The creek was overflowing, though Wolfblossom was certain that Skyclan territory hadn't been affected nearly as much as Shadowclan had been. "I came out alone, wanted to get away from the noise in camp for a bit. And to check on the territory. If this keeps up, hunting in the trees is going to be problematic. I've never seen the creek this high either. Even the small gullies are filled with rainwater." Her gaze returned to the rushing water below for a moment, and she shook her head.

"What's Shadowclan territory like?" She was curious, she had to admit. Wolfblossom had heard their territory was mostly marsh, but the border had seldom been a place she frequented to see even the edge of it. Surely though, the Shadowclanners were much more used to wet paws than she was.

"The forest will survive, I'm sure." Wolfblossom nodded. If the clans could survive the stories she'd grown up on, surely they would all get through these awful rains, right? Shadowclan's territory wouldn't stay flooded forever, nor would the moonlit creek.

"I've only seen it from the border a time or two. It sounds very different from ours." She mewed, "Twolegs... They hang around the fence, sometimes you see them walking their dogs." The warrior shook her head in disgust, "A shame they don't care to stay off of clan territory. All they do is scare off prey."

"I don't know, they're certainly a strange sight. We just try and stay away from them and hope they don't cause too much trouble." She'd never fought a dog before, but she'd heard stories of the trouble both they and their twoleg masters were as a kit in the nursery. "I don't know, I can't imagine any cat being able to balance like that. They're curious creatures, aren't they? And they only seem to have fur on the top of their heads. They wear those weird, brightly colored pelts, but surely that can't be enough to keep them warm in leafbare, right?"

"It really is. I've never seen anything else that does that with their pelts." Were they even the twoleg's pelts? Or just the pelts on some poor creatures they had killed? Surely no creature could change their own pelt so quickly. "Yeah, I can't imagine how they don't freeze to death in leafbare with no fur. Some of their pelts don't seem like they would be particularly warm, either."