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Post by Thunderstorm on Oct 25, 2015 19:42:30 GMT -5
The pure ash grey tom stretched, his amber-orange eyes closing for a moment before he settled back into a sitting position. Movement caught his eye and he looked over to see Feathercloud, the Riverclan she-cat that he had had a crush on since they were apprentices. Thunderstorm thought of going over there and actually talking to her, but only seconds after it had crossed his mind his brother, the yellow tabby and white tom who everyone loved, padded over to the silver warrior. Charm rolled off of the bright tom and Thunderstorm sighed, looking away. It was his own fault for not going after the pretty she-cat, and yet again his own fault when Lightningstrike told him that he was interested. Thunderstorm knew that his brother went from she-cat to she-cat, getting them to fall in love with him and then breaking their heart just enough for them to pine after him and not be pissed off, but he couldn't help but think that maybe his brother was truly serious about liking Feathercloud. After all, he couldn't see why anyone would want to break the she-cat's heart, even a little. Thunderstorm shook himself. He needed to stop thinking about it for now. Maybe if he did something it would help him feel better. Standing up, he trotted toward the freshkill pile, hoping to eat something before doing something. A cold wind bit into his pelt, both that and the low pile of prey reminding him that it was leaffall. He should probably go out hunting today. He picked a smaller fish and took it a couple places away from the pile to eat. The grey tom continued to stare at the pile, lost in thought as he ate his piece of prey. When he was done, he washed his whiskers and face. The young tom didn't mind going out hunting by himself, but it would probably be better to go in a patrol so then they could bring back some more prey. He continued to wash his face and paws. If anyone else noticed out loud how low the pile was or if some cats gathered to go hunting, he would tag along. It wasn't in his nature for Thunderstorm to speak up and have a lot of attention on him. He didn't mind if others got credit for what he did, so long as it was done. Words || 410 Tagged || Whitewind || dylan as Smallbrook || Anyone!
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Post by Whitewind on Oct 26, 2015 15:03:19 GMT -5
Whitewind pushed through the barrier the shielded the entrance to the warriors den with ease, the soft sunlight showing the varying tones of brown that marked her body in the unique places that would usually only be seen on a kittypet but due to her kittypet lineage, she was blessed with the beautifully special appearance and that few of the clan cats possessed. Her angular face was contoured by the shadows created from the sunlight, her blue eyes glinting brightly as she glanced around the camp with her usual air of calmness. She had just awoken from the dream that seemed to visit her often, she was leader of Riverclan with a nameless tabby tom for a mate with three newborn kits dancing around her paws while the clan watched with adoring eyes, every cat seemed truly happy with no fears of danger. Almost every time she woke with an non explainable feeling of happiness only to be reminded that the dream only told her fate of another life and not one she would truly posses. She had never mated, she was closer to becoming an elder than most cats which reduced her chances of kits and she had absolutely no true interest on leading the clan.
The she cat let out a sigh shaking away the feelings that were left deep in her gut after the dream her eyes catching Thunderstorm watching his sibling and Feathercloud with an expression the reminded her of a cat who was lamenting the loss of something they loved. She had spoken to him a few times but not often enough to know what was going on with the three cats to make him look so down. Whitewind sat just a few steps outside the den curling her short tail as far as she could around her fore paws as curiosity insisted she watch Thunderstorm to make sure he was alright. She drew her paw up to her mouth licking it before drawing it behind her ear smoothing her fur down after her sleep. Twisting her body so she could grasp and remove the moss from her pelt, she had time to groom herself. She could figure out what was bothering Thunderstorm later, and she had nothing better to do with most patrols already organized. Her stomach ached and she turned her head to where the fresh kill pile lay noticing it was smaller than usual, she narrowed her eyes seeing Thunderstrorm close by with a finished meal lying at his paws.
Whitewind yawned, she knew she didn't need the food like the younger and older cats of the clan did, she could hunt and then eat. The she-cat padded over calmly toward Thunderstorm, she might as well talk to him now rather than later. He probably noticed himself how lacking the pile was and may appreciate a small hunting patrol to distract him from whatever was bothering him early. She stood next to the tom with a kind expression, "I see the freshkill pile is lower than usual, and since you've just eaten," she gestured to the carcass with a flick of her tail, "We could get another warrior and go hunting." she suggested, sitting close by with her tail coiled neatly around herself awaiting his response.
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Post by Thunderstorm on Nov 24, 2015 19:53:12 GMT -5
Amber-orange eyes blinked up at the older warrior's words. For a moment, he thought she might be speaking to someone else, but no, the ash gray warrior was the only other cat near the freshkill pile. "I see the freshkill pile is lower than usual, and since you've just eaten," The cream and brown she-cat gestured with a flick of her tail toward to the carcass of the fish that lay before him "We could get another warrior and go hunting." Thunderstorm glanced down at the bones of the fish and nodded. "I had noticed how low the pile was getting. I would love to go hunting." He replied. The young tom sat up and looked around the camp, glad to see that Feathercloud and Lightningstrike were no longer in the clearing, for his gaze would have surely snagged onto the pretty silver she-cat once more. "Whom do you suppose should come with us?" He asked, voice soft as it always was. One could almost hear a purr in it but if one knew him well enough, as he was certain no one did, then they would be able to hear the different emotions in his voice. Though, if someone knew him well enough, they wouldn't have to rely on his voice to tell him what wasn't being said, for his eyes normally showed what he felt, even when he tried to hide it. "Since most hunting patrols seem to like fish more, they seem to go to the rivers more. We could go to the great marsh to get other kids of prey." The gray tom said nonchalantly, not realizing that it showed how much more he noticed than others. Staying in the background had its upsides. After speaking, he turned his orange gaze back to Whitewind's blue eyes. He was still slightly amazed at her pelt, for he was certain he hadn't seen any other cat with the same coloring, though he had overheard other warriors speak of how there were a few cats in the other clans with the bizarre coat color. Words || 354 Tagged || Whitewind || dylan as Smallbrook
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Post by Whitewind on Jan 3, 2016 20:26:44 GMT -5
The tan and brown warrior met Thunderstorms gaze evenly with focused blue eyes. Her tail twitched calmly at the tip, she couldn't deny that she was excited for a hunt. It hadn't been too long since her last hunting patrol but she could never deny how much she loved stalking prey and splitting the water with one fowl swoop of her paw. It made her feel powerful even though she was growing older as each moon passed. Her apprentice made her feel young though, Snakepaw with all his troubles was a loyal tom cat and a cat she'd consider a friend. Whitewind had a longing for kits and having Snakepaw who needed more attention and care made her feel as if she was fulfilling that dream even if it was not the way she had expected it to happen. His voice brought her back to reality as he agreed to go hunting, dipping her head in a calm gesture to show she heard his words. Following his gaze as it drifted back to where Feathercloud and Lightningstrike stood before she approached him, she narrowed her eyes briefly as she looked back at him. Perhaps the look she had caught on the warriors eyes that reminded her of a cat mourning was in relation to Feathercloud, it was possible he wanted her for his mate but she did not feel the same.
"Whom do you suppose should come with us?", "Since most hunting patrols seem to like fish more, they seem to go to the rivers more. We could go to the great marsh to get other kids of prey." his question and suggestion took her away from her curious thoughts and she flicked her tail dismissively stepping closer to him and gazing at him with a calm blue stare. "We can fuss about that in a moment." she purred hoarsely, dipping her head to where the two cats once stood. "I've seen Lightningstrike bouncing from she-cat to she-cat, and don't think I haven't noticed you gazing at Feathercloud as if she were the only cat in the world." she laughed softly. Thunderstorm was much younger than her, and Whitewind had seen many warriors fall in and out of love and struggle to confess their feelings to the ones they wanted before it was too late. Flicking her tail she tail down, coiling it around her paws before looking at him with gentle blue eyes. "I've seen more than you'd think. You need to tell that cat if you like her or not, you'll regret it if you don't, and I can promise you that." she stood up as she finished talking. "I may have assessed that situation wrong, and if I have, I am terribly sorry. But I've seen far too many cats loose the ones they love to another who didn't have the same intense emotion." she flicked her tail in indication that she was done talking about the toms love life. She wasn't one who meddled usually, but she was edging closer to the elders den with every moon, though it was still some time away. She hoped to do many more things before she retired, but she couldn't resist the urge to feel like a wise elder telling the younger cats simple facts.
Her mind drifted back to the hunting and flicking her tail skyward with a purr she moved. "How about Smallbrook? She's fast even to rabbit on Windclans moorland." she purred with amusement in her voice. "I'll fetch her, wait for us by the entrance." without waiting for any responses from the warrior she padded away toward the warriors den with soft steps. Pushing her head through the bramble entrance, it was too dark to see if Smallbrook was there - but she'd call anyway. She didn't care who she woke up in the process. "Smallbrook, get up. Your wanted for a hunting patrol." she purred softly before turning tail and heading for the entrance of the camp to wait.
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Post by dylan on Feb 18, 2016 19:22:07 GMT -5
It felt somewhat nice to sleep in, and to relax somewhat. Then again, this was the cat that rarely slept in, one who was up way before the sun. But today? Today was seeming to be a lazy day. After wearing herself out the day before (once again), the she-cat had pretty much just collapsed in her nest. Yesterday had been amazing. She hadn't felt sick in the least little bit and all of her usual energy was there. That hadn't happened in...well she couldn't remember when, maybe as a kit?
Every muscle in her small framed body had been used, and had screamed at her for using it after being in the medicine cat den and without any warning. But that was what she did best, push herself until she got sick again. And it wasn't a matter of if she got sick again, it was always when with her. But now that she was good and rested, even if it was for a short amount of time, it was longer than usual. Her muscles still had the dull ache in them but they weren't screaming at her.
The she-cat yawned as she slowly drifted into consciousness. It sounded like someone was calling for her. Yawning and shaking her head, getting rid of the sleep she perked up. It was someone calling for her. Hunting patrol? Now a normal cat that had exhausted itself would be groaning either in pain or in annoyance. Smallbrook was neither, and a smile stretched wide across her face. Pain didn't seem to bother her much anymore, after enduring it all the time. And getting annoyed at being able to go hunting was never something she would turn down.
Padding out of the den, forgetting that some cats were still asleep, she stepped on a few tails on her way out. Shaking out her pelt and yawning once again, she found her paws practically bouncing at the idea of hunting. Fighting was useless, but hunting was where she shined. "You summoned?" she mewed tail and whiskers twitching in anticipation as she addressed the other she-cat with a grin.
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