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Sunlight filtered in through the brambles that enclosed the warriors den. The sun was just rising, dawn setting in, creeping through the forest. Located inside the den, was a sandy color tom by the name of Brackenblaze. The tom was in the midst of experiencing a quite delightful dream when the call of a sparrow woke him. Blinking sleep from his still heavy eyelids, the tom sat up slowly, shaking scraps of moss off his pelt. Once satisfied, he began to tread out of the den, careful not to step upon any fellow clanmates tail. Once fully out of the den, the tom screwed up his face, eyes adjusting to the amount of sunlight that was now included in his vision. He took note that the camp was only fairly active; most cats were still most likely sleeping. After all, dawn had not fully set in. Nonetheless, the fresh-kill pile was stocked, and Brackenblaze found his paws automatically carrying him toward the pile of prey. Nosing through, he searched for the perfect piece. Finally finding it, the sandy tom nodded to a passing warrior and made his way toward the outer edge of camp. He took his freshly selected food scrap; an average sized brown sparrow; and began to lay down. Once he selected a spot to begin devouring his food, he looked around the camp, hoping to find someone to converse with while sharing a meal or two. Alas to no avail, his luck seemed a muck, for no one seemed free or friendly enough to share with him this fine morning. Ah well.

[/color] The tom thought. There would be other chances.[/size]

WORDS. ;A; crappeh
TAGS. bracken ; boring
MUSIC. reason why - the click five
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[Dawn]

* SILVERTALON

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Remember all the things we wanted | We were always meant to say goodbye

Massive cream paws pushed through the dream void, never pausing or hesitating. Darkness was everywhere, and this night, nothing appeared to him. He could not visualize anything with his mind's eye. That was fine, but the searching was frustrating. Instead of having a dreamless sleep, he was instead dreaming of-- nothing! Nothing at all. Twisting violently in his sleep, he kicked out a big hind paw, knocking a fellow warrior soundly in the head. He was woken by the angry hiss, and amber eyes opened to a cold, pre-dawn world. Casting a glance in the direction of the cat closest to his nest, he noted that the other tom had not yet opened his eyes. Jerking to his paws, the maine coon carefully and as swiftly as he could with such a large form exited the den. He managed not to look back as he leaped over one last nest and into the chilly pine clearing.

Not many cats were awake yet, he noted first. His cousin, Jetfang, was still asleep at the edge of the clearing, in his makeshift nest beneath the protective pine trees. He looks so weak lately. The sickness is settling over everyone... If only there was something Icefeather could do for it. There seemed no cure for the sudden outbreak about camp, and many things had been tried. Of course, he had to have faith in the medicine cat and remain strong and confident that they would make it through this hard time; but as he watched the health of his kin decrease, he found it more and more difficult. In fact, Silvertalon grew frustrated with each new sick cat, with each decline. Just thinking of it now made his pelt prickle, his claws anxiously kneading the ground. To take his mind off of it, he began to wash his thick cream pelt, pulling at tangles with his teeth and thoroughly immersing himself in it. It was only when his stomach growled that the long furred tom was roused from his grooming. He looked up, taking a deep breath before at last padding toward the fresh kill pile and quickly selecting a recently killed snake.

Sweeping the clearing to take in the others awake once more, his bright saffron gaze dwelt on a younger tom at the outskirts of the camp clearing, who seemed alone but friendly enough. Slowly making his way over to Brackenblaze, both from tiredness and his thick build, he gave a companionable meow as he approached. "Hello! It is a fine dawn that we will have today, isn't it?"[/color] He mustered as much positive warmth as he could, despite the dreary situation of Vertigoclan at this point.
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[/color] He replied calmly. His voice was husky but light, seeming a bit hoarse here and there. Perhaps he hadn't taken that moonhigh stroll in the forest after all. A mouse had scurried upon his tail and frightened him, causing him to yowl out with force. His throat feeling a bit scratchy, he wrapped his tail around his paws. "And what are you doing today?"[/color] He asked politely. Of course he already knew; patrols. That's all a warrior ever did.

Brackenblaze was not complaining, however, for he quite enjoyed the life of a warrior. One must uphold the warrior code, which clearly stated a warrior must take care of the clan, and that meant both feeding and protecting it. But come to think of it, Brackenblaze himself had not been on a patrol in quite a while. Of course he had gone solo, but never on an official patrol. Did that mean he was disrespecting and disobeying the warrior code? Of course not. He would just have to step it up for a while, that's all. However, now was not the time to be organizing a patrol for himself, he had company. "Do you know of any patrols I might join today?"[/color] He asked, trying to seem innocent. Of course he was, in a sense, innocent, for he had no malicious intentions whatsoever, but in this case it would seem and could be perceived that he was using the young tom in front of him. Oh well. He thought, his 'whatever' attitude making an internal appearance.[/font]

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[Dawn]

* SILVERTALON

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Remember all the things we wanted | We were always meant to say goodbye

As he was agreed with, the large, long haired tom sat. He had not been turned away by negativity, so it was fine to sit and talk for a while. There was little light in the sky yet, and he was certain that it would be a while before everyone woke. Silvertalon knew he was expected to go hunting with his cousin Jetfang soon, however. He didn't mind it, for he enjoyed the company of his old rival, but he did have a few other things on his mind. The maine coon considered that he might visit with Lynxstar, for about camp there had been talk. Generally Silvertalon didn't listen to such chatter, now in quiet whispers, but when it involved their beloved, elderly leader, it was difficult not to. Some cat who had known something had planted a seed of worry and fear, and now all of the cats felt it growing every day that Lynxstar went unseen, ill in her den. And Lilythorn is sick, too. He reminded himself, having noticed his cousin's dismal behavior even before he was hit with the sickness. Would the other clans have become diseased as well? If not, he rationalized, they might see fit to attack Vertigoclan, and his clan would surely lose the fight, unless they could gain a strong alliance. Tempestclan would be the best to get on our side, but I doubt that we can trust Voidstar, or even that deputy that he's picked. If Zephyrclan or Celestialclan joins with them, we will surely be doomed.

Thinking of the two things he had planned for that day for a moment, Silvertalon relaxed and curled his plume-like tail, gazing at the smaller tom with saffron eyes. "Oh, I'm just planning to hunt with Jetfang, no patrols or anything." He mewed, casually leaving out the part about Lynxstar, or how sick his kin had become. His former statement had been enough to answer the question, but he felt the need to be helpful, and with a swish of his tail thought it over. "I'm afraid I don't, but perhaps Galefrost is leading one. You should probably check things out with him." The tom was rather subdued, and turned his head to wash his shoulder fur, pulling another burr away with his teeth.

NOTES. I don't really get how he's 'taking advantage' of him, or how Silvertalon is younger? Since Silvertalon is older than Brackenblaze and not being manipulated by him? xD Please explain...?


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[/color] The tabby tom began. "Well, I appreciate the effort. I will check with Galefrost when I get a chance, perhaps he will let me join."[/color] He added, talking to himself absently more than responding to the fellow toms words. He thought about leaving for a moment, but decided against it, he had only just begun to converse with his fellow clanmate; it would be rude to leave. Besides, he had nothing planned, while Silvertalon did, so he could wait until the silver tom had ended the conversation before he let. Hopefully, Galefrost's patrol hadn't left already, and wouldn't until after their conversation had ended. Who knew how long that could be, though.

{OOC: and I just meant only talking to Silvertalon for his own goods, such as the patrol. Sorry if I was confusing in either post, I'm quite out of it today.} [/font]

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* SILVERTALON

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Remember all the things we wanted | We were always meant to say goodbye

The tom didn't seem to be very talkative this morning, though perhaps he was just tired. Silvertalon found his mind wandering away from the conversation, which was a polite one but not a very interesting one. Out of the corner of his amber eye he saw a form exit the Warrior's den. The tom he spotted had a patched black and white pelt, with eyes mismatched, one amber like his own and the other blue. He was a unique looking cat indeed, and though Jetfang was Silvertalon's cousin, he couldn't see much resemblance at all between them. He takes after his mother, I think, but that shouldn't be the reason, since she's my aunt. Perhaps I am the one who doesn't look like the family; I must take after my own mother, Wolfheart. That seemed plausible, as the tom's dam was a large, lovely gray feline, with a creamy chest and underbelly. She shared his breed, though obviously it was with a lot of mixed blood; maine coon. There were no others that shared his breed in their family. His father, Lakefrost, had mismatched eyes however. Silvertalon had always wondered about the strange occurrence; were his cousin and sire a bit hard of sight in their blue eyes, as a blind cat would be? I remember when Jetfang and I were rivals. As a kit, he had been excited to become an apprentice, and had hoped against hope that his father would be chosen as his mentor. Instead he was apprenticed to a warrior he hardly ever saw around, Quickstep. As it happened, Quickstep's mate was Silverpaw's aunt, and a few moons into his apprenticeship she gave birth to a litter of kits. Just his luck; when Jetkit became an apprentice, Lakefrost was his mentor. That made the bigger cousin rather jealous and annoyed, and Jetpaw picked up on it. They competed in everything, hunting, fighting, tracking, scenting; both trying to impress the intelligent white tom. In the end, though, they managed to get over their rivalry to become friends.

"There's Jetfang now." He meowed, moving to stand. He flashed a friendly smile at the younger tom. "I wish you good luck in finding a patrol to join." Silvertalon added, before dipping his head by way of farewell, and heading over to join the black and white tom.




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{thread being closed. brackenblaze is being killed off. my apologies.}