fledging and flying {open}

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((Hey ya'll, this is to get IgnisClan going))

Briarheart's fur buffeted in the light breeze, his blue eyes snaking around the territory and searching desperately for some marigold. He was running low, and as they entered the dark times of the present, he knew he had to stock up. A storm was on it's way, and the medicine cat could feel it in his bones.

Not a literal storm, of course, he thought to himself as he spotted the herb and tore it out of the ground. A storm storm. At least, that's what AstraClan thinks... In all honesty, Briarheart could normally care less of what AstraClan thought. But this prophecy was especially disturbing, and Briarheart had been growing suspicious of his own clan recently. It was terrifying, really, and AstraClan had offered help. They told him that a storm was coming. Some help, he thought, grunting as he made the journey back to camp.

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Wildstripe sat at the VentusClan border. He had been there for three hours. He did this everyday, hoping Goldenwatcher would choose him over the Clans. 'Not today either, huh?' He thought, turning around to head back to camp. Before he started off, he looked up at the darkening sky. 'Maybe Briarheart can shed some light on this.' He set off through the trees.

He wasn't that far from the camp when he spotted Briarheart. He let out a friendly meow and walked up to the frenzied cat. He bowed his head and spoke; "Do you need any help, Briarheart?" He mewed. "There is a large patch of marigold by the edge of our border. Would you like me to take you there?" He purred.

Without waiting for an answer he slowly turned around and headed for his Clan's border. Once there, he didn't even turn around to see if the Medicine Cat had followed him. He tore a small marigold out of the earth and looked out into the forest. Only a few fox lengths away was VentusClan's border. He stared deeply into the mass of trees, unaware of anything around him.