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Post by scribblez on May 24, 2009 22:17:47 GMT -5
The scent of prey filled the air as the young she-cat stepped into the camp clearing. Breezecloud had gotten a few squirrels, and she placed one paw in front of the other, walking slowly to the fresh-kill pile. Once she had dropped the fresh-kill, she pondered whether to eat one of the squirrels.
'I don't know...' She thought, frowning. She was pretty hungry, but she wanted to make sure that everybody was well fed first.
The white she-cat decided if they were hungry, they would come eat on their own, she didn't need to bring everybody food. Sighing, she picked up a small squirrel and plopped down to the left of the pile. She looked around, feeling lonely. She opened her jaws, and sweetly, she started to speak.
"Would anyone like to share with me?"
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Post by cat on May 27, 2009 13:58:50 GMT -5
A young warrior looked up from where she was sitting, violet eyes blazing brilliantly in the bright sunlight. Her fur was warm, her mood content. Sunbathing always seemed to do that to the mysterious she-cat. Purring loudly, she felt herself growing sleepier by the minute, her mind dulled by the sunbeam where she was placed.
But, what was that? A voice? Turning to look around, Whimsysky blinked as her gaze swept across Breezecloud. The warrior was all alone and, though she seemed happy, Whimsysky wondered if the call was one of loneliness. She hadn't heard the she-cat talk to many of her clan mates talk to her. Perhaps today was a good day to get to known someone. In fact, it may take her mind off of the recent horror of TempestClan's idea to combine. Hopefully that would soon fade into fuzzy memories rarely visited.
Standing, the long-haired black beauty headed toward Breezecloud, her paws sending up small puffs of dirt. The ground was still baked, cracking from the lack of rain. Though, this didn't worry the she-cat; rain would come soon enough. Soon she was standing next to Breezecloud, a half smile on her face. "Would you mind if I joined?" She asked. |
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Post by scribblez on May 27, 2009 14:17:11 GMT -5
Breezecloud looked at the black warrior, and smiled.
She moved over, in case she wanted to sit down.
"No, I wouldn't." In the sun, she looked like an angel, but underneath that...
The sun was shining down on both cats, and she hoped it would rain soon. She loved, adored, the sun, but they needed rain. She sent a silent prayer to StarClan in hopes of it. The young she-cat started to shake dirt off of her ears, and then swiped a paw over them.
Just a fly, She thought to herself.
Breezecloud observed Whimsysky, and noted her hair was long.
The heat must be unbarring to her. She thought, feeling pity for her, but it would be great in the cold moons. Her short fur was how she liked it, she wouldn't change it to long. The white she-cat moved over slightly more, she loved to give cats room if she was going to chat with them. She looked up once more, and gave another smile.
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Post by cat on May 27, 2009 14:24:08 GMT -5
Whimsysky slowly lowered herself to the ground, careful to keep her tail from dragging in the dust too much. She hated having to clean it; the long fur took so long to clean, and its ebony tone showed everything from ferns to dust upon it's silky surface. Thus, she spent much of her time grooming, which made her seem like a vain cat. This was not the case though; she just merely didn't want to look as if she never took care of herself.
Gently waving her tail in greeting to her brother Ravensecret as he left camp, she turned to look at Breezecloud, her ebony maw parting to reveal sharp fangs as she spoke. "Thank you. Prey must have been running well this morning?" She meowed, her statement turning into a curious question near it's end. |
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Post by scribblez on May 27, 2009 14:40:09 GMT -5
Breezecloud saw how carefully Whimsysky sat down, and giggled. Her ears pricked as she heard the question ring in her ears.
"Yes, it was running marvelously" She smiled and started to nibble on the squirrel. After a few moments she passed it over to her 'maybe' friend.
"I share my food." She explained, wondering what the she-cat would think of it.
It really is a lovely day, She thought, lifting her head to absorb the rays of warmth. Some cats thought she was self-centered when they saw her do this, and she really didn't care. She'd be fine if they thought she was a coincided weirdo, but if they thought she was mean or rude, she'd get angry. |
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Post by cat on May 27, 2009 14:47:04 GMT -5
Whimsysky, inclining her head slightly, took a bite of the squirrel. It tasted delicious to the she-cat who hadn't eaten yet. The fresh-kill pile was stocked, yes, but it just felt weird to take something if you hadn't hunted yet. Yet, it was still somewhat early, with the sun not quite at it's highest point. There was still time. So, shoving her thoughts aside, she gently used one paw to inch the prey back toward Breezecloud.
Watching the she-cat look up to feel the sun's warmth, her whiskers twitched. Yes, some cats thought the warrior was somewhat vain, just like they did Whimsysky. Yet, Whimsysky, being somewhat strange and different herself, knew how to ignore it. It was quite easy now, really. "I think it's good to share, even when the weather is warm. It helps us remember the difficult times of snow and ice." She observed.
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Post by scribblez on May 28, 2009 15:25:09 GMT -5
Breezecloud took a small bite and pushed it back to Whimsysky.
"Yes, you're right, and during leaf-bare, if we shared fresh kill, we wouldn't have much of a problem." She licked her paws before starting again, "But we need all of our strength during the cold moons, don't you think?" She smiled, and waited patiently for her friend to finish. She considered everybody her friend, no matter how weird that sounds.
The white she-cat remembered how cold it had been last leaf-bare, and shivered at the thought. She hoped if any queens kitted in that weather, that they’d live. She’d give her fresh kill to them; she’d rather go hungry then have kits starve. She wondered why she was thinking about this, but dismissed it and looked over at Whimsysky. [/size][/color] |
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Post by cat on May 29, 2009 12:48:04 GMT -5
Whimsysky took a small delicate bite from the prey before pushing it once more toward Breezecloud. Gently giving one paw a couple of licks, the she-cat looked thoughtful as she became lost in memories. The cold snow always clung to her pelt, making her cold constantly. The hunting for her was extremely hard; she could usually only hunt during the darkest nights or shadows. Life was hardest for her in leaf-bare, more reasons for her than others. "That we do. We can't stay weak during the time, nor can we allow ourselves to be too giving." She meowed.
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Post by scribblez on May 29, 2009 13:01:18 GMT -5
Breezecloud giggled and nodded.
"Yeah, though I wish the prey would give up their lives for us, but then they'd couldn't reproduce, and we'd all starve." She was joking, but she knew that it was serious. They couldn't afford to kill off every bit of prey in the area, they WOULD all starve.
Taking the finishing bite of the prey, she licked her lips, then got up and stretched. She looked over to Whismysky.
"What would you like to do now?" She smiled, and sat down. Waiting patiently.
((OOC: One day, I swear, she is too nice. I bet she's gonna turn evil and kill people. xD)) |
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Post by cat on May 29, 2009 13:07:52 GMT -5
Ooc: You should've known my charries Rosethorn and Blackrose. They had a certain fondness for..ah..torture. >  Bic: Whimsysky took one last bite of the prey, noticing with some dismay that the pleasant exchange of words may be over now that the meal was finished. The she-cat didn't often talk to new cats; she was one of the warriors that enjoyed her solitary life, excluding the few close to her such as Ravensecret. Yet Breezecloud seemed nice enough, and she knew the she-cat didn't really talk to others.
However, the warrior brightened as Breezecloud asked her what they should do now. Pushing herself to her paws, she flicked her tail as her eyes narrowed in thought. Hmmm. Well, this was sort of hard. They could try to get on a patrol, or hunt. Yet she wasn't sure if Breezecloud wanted to hunt anymore. Well, it never hurt to ask. "We could always hunt." She suggested mildly, one ear twisting as she heard the sound of kits laughing and playing. |
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Post by scribblez on May 29, 2009 13:42:18 GMT -5
((OOC: XD))
Breezecloud smiled and nodded.
"I'd love to hunt." She looked over at the young kits playing, and purred.
How adorable... She thought, and wondered how it felt, to have kits you could be proud of. She knew she'd never be able to have kits, something was wrong with her, and she accepted it. She didn't know how much it would hurt. She started towards the camp entrance.
The wind going through her fur felt nice, and she sighed in relief as she smelt prey. She loved to hunt, the thrill of chasing your prey and then catching them, it was (epiiiic XD) amazing. She paused and looked back at Whimsysky, smiling.
"What do you like to hunt?"
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Post by cat on May 29, 2009 13:52:59 GMT -5
Whimsysky watched the kits a moment more before following her fellow warrior. Briefly she wondered if she would ever have any kits. Trying to think of herself as a mother she chuckled lightly. That was just an image the black-furred feline couldn't bring to mind. She could only see herself as a warrior, charging into battle or pouncing on prey. In these thoughts, tiny bundles of fur never appeared with her.
Shaking her head, she halted at the entrance to CelestialClan camp, being careful not to let her paws slide. The steep incline that followed the mountain didn't seem like much of a shock to her anymore really. Glancing at the entrance to one of the tunnels she prepared to spring into a nearby tree. "I'd have to say squirrels. You?" She asked, pausing to look at Breezecloud.
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Post by scribblez on May 29, 2009 16:16:10 GMT -5
Breezecloud admired the beauty of the clouds, their patterns. Swirling in the sky. Were they StarClan warriors, dancing? Well, she thought so. She wondered if her mother was up there. Anger at the tip of her fur. Her mother was such a sweet soul, but she was killed by a fox. She didn't believe in StarClan, so where would she be?
The white she-cat looked over at Whimsysky, and nodded.
"I like to hunt Chipmunks." She confessed. She liked to hunt them because their fur reminded her of her mother. That was really odd because she loved her mother, but still. |
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Post by cat on May 29, 2009 17:05:49 GMT -5
Whimsysky nodded, a smile on her face. Chipmunks were fun to hunt. They were a challenge at times; the speedy little critters were always the best bet for a chase on CelestialClan territory. Yet, sometimes, Whimsysky preferred the squirrels. This allowed you to climb trees more, which she was an expert at. Not to mention, it helped keep the strength up, and was good training.
Spotting a squirrel, the warrior quickly leaped into a tree. The squirrel, high up, gave a chatter of alarm as she scrambled upward. The bushy tailed creature tried to leap to another branch, but it was hopeless. An outstretched paw with claws extended caught it mid-flight. Bringing the prey towards her she bit down, feeling satisfied as the neck broke under her strength.
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Post by scribblez on May 29, 2009 18:25:15 GMT -5
Breezecloud purred in amusement as her friend dashed off after the squirrel. She parted to jaws and tasted the air. Once she had caught a scent, she was off. She lowered into a hunting crouch, and sprang after a chipmunk. As Whismysky's squirrel, it tried to run, but her paw was faster, and she killed it instantly when she crushed it's skull. Satisfied, she dug earth over it, in case they hunted more.
She caught a few more, and then waited for Whimsysky. While she was waiting, the young she-cat let her mind wander, wondering how her friends were doing. How little Mystpaw was, Mystpaw was an apprentice she had met, and had grown fond of. She stretched, and lay down.
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