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Post by stone on Feb 27, 2012 20:41:14 GMT -5
Stonefur Was it the feeling of finally being more important that got his mind up at this early time? Or was it the fact that the additional warmth had him sleeping so soundly that the sleep just lifted from his mind when the first light of dawn touched down on the cold earth. Either way the tom was in an exceptionally good mood as his massive body slinked towards the enterance to the warrior's den. He dragged his two back legs so his body would stretch out and a large yawn escaped his mouth. With a quick lick of his shoulder to smooth down his long grey fur he exited the den, blinking a few times before moving swiftly in the middle of camp. He glanced over at the fresh kill pile and noticing that it was a tad low he turned his course to the edge of camp. The forest was thick with tall evergreens and the large tom slipped neatly between trunks, his ears twitching and his pale yellow eyes flicking towards various sounds.
His pawsteps were light despite his bulk and he slipped easily through the forest until sounds of chattering caused him to pause. He instinctively dropped into a crouch and slinked forward. He scanned the forest floor and his eyes settled on the furry form of a squirrel. His claws tensed and he shifted on his haunches. Suddenly his form sprang at the squirrel and with a quick scuffle his fangs slipped through the squirrel's spinal cord and the prey went still. His head cocked back and a deep purr rumbled in his chest making him feel all the more special. Within the next half hour he had collected one more squirrel and a fat mouse, enough to fit in his mouth on the way back to the camp. His neck arched as he tried to keep the larger of the squirrels from dragging on the ground and occasionally getting caught under his paws. He strode into the camp with his prizes and moved towards the fresh kill pile. He placed his contribution onto the pile and tenderly picked out a nice fat bluebird and took his share to a sunny, yet still chilly, spot near the warriors den where he curled around it, tucking his white feet under his belly and very carefully eating his breakfast.
Stonefur was content for the moment just to lay in the sun, letting the rays heat up his light grey fur and closing his eyes to reminisce about the days before he became a warrior, which were not all that long ago. He was very smug about his 'accomplishments' and he wasn't afraid to let anyone know. He was a rather pompous creature and he lazily blinked as he watched the others scurry about. |
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Post by Dawn on Mar 2, 2012 18:35:57 GMT -5
From within the warrior's den, a particular black and white tom rose, yawning. He was substantially sized, but not any larger than the average Vertigoclan tom. What did make Jetfang unique, however, were his amber and blue eyes. Another thing about him, right then, was his attitude. He rolled on his back out of his nest, right into a huge maine coon; his cousin, Silvertalon. The gray and cream lump of fur let out a sleep-muffled growl, despite his general friendly attitude, and curled into himself more tightly. "Sorry, Silvertalon," whispered Jetfang, standing in his nest once more. He was especially careful not to disturb the ginger dusted female, close by his other side, still sleeping. For a moment, he gazed down at her, expressionless, though his eyes were soft. Then, with a start, he turned and made his way through the mass of sleeping felines, out into the Vertigoclan camp. There were only a few cats awake, including the attractive medicine cat, Arcticlight, whom was hurrying out into the forest. Off to hunt for herbs, he guessed, before spying another tom, laying rather smugly in the early sun. Jetfang noted his youth, and knew, of course, his general attitude about things. Usually he would have avoided the much younger warrior, in hopes of better company. But today he padded up swiftly, a grin fresh on his face. He was in the best of moods, and it was obvious why; he and Lilythorn had at last become mates! "Good morning, Stonefur!" [/blockquote] |
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