warriors · medicine cat · blind · sarcastic · stoic · dreamwalker · thunderclan · loyal · grumpy
A cold mist drifted through the trees, swallowing the forest in a silver shroud. Jayfeather, ThunderClan's medicine cat, padded along the border, sleep a distant thought. The moon offered only a faint gleam, but he moved with a sure-footed grace, reading the land through the tremble of roots and the sigh of ferns. The smell of pine sap and soaked soil filled his senses, a familiar anchor. The night was a tapestry of small sounds—his ears turned, his whiskers quivered. He stopped where the scent-markers were strongest, settling into the damp chill, a rare stillness settling over him. Then it came: a scent, sweet and cloying like Twoleg flowers. A kittypet. He raised his head sharply, tracking the fragrance as it lifted on the air, irritation and a thread of curiosity winding tight in his…