~ S.itting in the |d a r k| //Open//

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[bg=B7A4A4][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][th] × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × Sitting in a big, empty camp was not fun. Of course there was always other cats milling about camp, but none of them really talked. It was all a casual 'hey' or 'how are things?' Never an actual conversation. In the center of camp, near the fresh-kill pile, though, lay a tortoiseshell she-cat. Her alluring green eyes were gazing on all the cats situated in the camp. It seemed as if it were a slow day, not much going on. Cats weren't entering camp, nor exiting. Only one or two were sharing tongues. If you listened hard, though, you could hear the elders complaining, as always. Fawnleaf, the tortoiseshell she-cat, flicked her ears, straining to get a glimpse into the elders conversation. Alas, they had stopped, disappointing Fawnleaf. Sitting with her tail over her paws, the delicate she-cat continued to examine camp. She herself was judging other cats, but what had she done? She hadn't gone out on patrol, or gone hunting. Stomach rumbling, the she-cat picked out a tiny sparrow from the pile. Promising herself she would hunt to make up for it later, she settled down a few tail-lengths from the pile, taking a bit into the bird. Much to her disdain, it was chewy and dry, nothing like the old sparrows. Resisting the urge to spit it out, the she-cat swallowed the bird. Hoping someone would come along to strike up a conversation, the she-cat stayed quiet and continued eating her prey. × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × && I can be strong, I can be wrong ~

[seisei]

Icefeather

"If it's a good idea, go ahead and do it, its much easier to apologize then it is to get permission."

Icefeather walked forward upon aching paws, a sigh escaping his lips. With all of the sick cats around, there was barely enough time to himself, but he'd sought out the chance for a few minutes alone for awhile, and now he had it. For once, there was nothing to do for the stark white medicine cat, and that made him happy. He felt sorry for the sick cats of the clan, and wanted to do his best to help each and every one of them, but sometimes, there was only a limit on what he could do. It was Starclan's decision on whether or not they lived or died. His icy blue eyes picked through camp, and a twitch of annoyance fell upon his ear. No one was here, were they? They were all busy somewhere, or in his den sick. With a snort, he walked forward, grabbing a small mouse and turning to walk away; Then he spotted Fawnleaf, a pretty tortoiseshell warrior. With a warm smile and a nod of his head in greeting, he walked forward, placing his own food at his paws and crouching down to eat. It would be nice to share tongues with a healthy cat for once.

"How goes the life of a warrior, Fawnleaf?" Icefeather asked, his low baritone genuinely curious. Though he was bent on his job and position as a medicine cat, sometimes he did miss the life of a warrior. It seemed more exciting at times, but he knew that being a medicine cat had its excitement, as well. He would never give up his position in sharing tongues with Starclan. His eyes grazed over her figure and physique as he had been trained to do. Though it was obvious she was healthy, he always had to check. You never know when a cat could start showing symptoms, even early ones cats could rarely catch on to. For the most part though, she was fine. He sat up after finishing his mouse, tongue rasping over his lips. His eyes were glistening in a friendly manner and his long, bushy tail was wrapped calmly around his front paws.

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{OOC: Sorry hun, I meant to end this thread. Fawn's currently in another one.}