Let's go on a da--hunting patrol! - [closed] Sept 5, 2015 20:16:32 GMT -5
Post by Rockettail on Sept 5, 2015 20:16:32 GMT -5
The afternoon was gradually drawing to a close as the harshest of late greenleaf sunlight left the atmosphere, and Rockettail was panting hard as he trotted back toward camp, his dark pelt taking the most out of the day's heat, but that certainly did not stop his plans for this day. He was returning from a water patrol in which he would bring back soaked moss to the elders and medicine cat of the camp. Since apprentices were few this season, warriors were often called upon to see to many of the apprentices' usual chores. Rockettail hadn't really appreciated his new unbecoming chores he'd received from the deputy, Brackenshade, but it was long past time for him to bother complaining anymore.
As he entered through the camp, he glanced around excitedly, searching wildly to see if a certain cat was in the camp this afternoon. He hoped with all his heart that she wasn't out doing some chore right now, because he had something important he wanted to do. For a split second, his blue eyes caught sight of the sleek black and white she-cat who had, for almost over two seasons or so, caught his fancy. Rockettail instantly relaxed, having found the cat he was hoping to see, and hurried on to complete his chore before the deputy caught him starring at Nightfeather and chastised him of slacking in his duties. He trotted toward the nursury, and caught sight of the oldest kit, Whirlkit, sitting at the entrance, curiously watching all the other warriors hustle around. "Hurry up and get apprenticed, already! Then you'll be the one doing this job!" He thought silently, willing his words to communicate through his snickering gaze.
Rockettail dropped off his soaking moss at the nursery, meowing a quick "No problem." in response to the grateful queens, and spun around, his eyes clear with satisfaction. His chore was done; now he could begin his plan! Rockettail's normally ruffled pelt was a little more groomed than usual. He had become just a little bit more self conscious about his image ever since befriending Nightfeather. With each step he took toward the she-cat, his heart beat quickened, and he half stifled a smile at gazing upon the pretty she-cat which resulted in a lop-sided smirk twisting across his face. When he was close enough, he decided to call out to her. "N-Nightfeather, would you like to uh..."
Rockettail sat down and curled his scruffy tail around his paws, trying to act as friendly as possible, although he couldn't keep a straight face at all. He kneaded the pine needles beneath his paws nervously and cleared his throat. "Would you like to go on a hunting patrol with me? Th-the fresh-kill pile could probably use some restocking by now, ya' know? Hehe." Rockettail stiffened his shoulders in apprehension of her response. The fresh-kill thing was just an excuse, since prey abundance lately was no problem. The most it needed was topping off, but Rockettail hoped Nightfeather wouldn't want to go check that badly. Rockettail purred softly, hoping to convince her.