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Post by Wolfy on Aug 4, 2011 16:17:20 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROST[/size][/b] It's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. Epiloguefrost felt happy and satisfied from his time with Fawnleaf and how precious she was to him. She was such a great friend and he hoped one day they could be much more than that. He purred as the thought entered his head. But for the moment, he had to get his mind off of fantasies and onto the real deal. He needed to think about the hunting patrol he was assigned to lead. He had picked, with Lilythorn's help of course, Bluebell, Spellpaw, and Gloompaw to help him on the hunting patrol. Although, Spellpaw wasn't feeling too swell lately so she might not even catch up with them. It might be a three's company for now and when he returned, he'd look for Fawnleaf, perhaps they could stay together for the evening and enjoy each other's company. Looking around the clearing, Epiloguefrost spotted Gloompaw by the apprentices' den and out of a clear shot in his vision, he picked out Bluebell. Beckoning his tail at her, he motioned her towards him, the sooner they could head out of the camp, the faster he was home for Fawnleaf. "Gloompaw, come join my hunting patrol please!" he called out to the apprentice. Hopefully neither cat would be in too much of a bad mood, he didn't want anything to rub away his happiness.
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Post by Swift ✱ on Aug 5, 2011 11:14:13 GMT -5
A gentle, carresing breeze blew, barely ruffling her short fur. The she-cat sat in a patch of mottled sunlight, eyes closed as she basked in the heat of the day. Her tail was curled - as usual - neatly around her paws as she sat. The sky was almost a clear blue only for the few fluffy clouds that spread themselves thinly. Bluebell didn't think. She just sat silently, unmoving, unthinking. But an elder's words buzzed in her ears, bringing her back to the present. They were rambling on about nothing - or nothing that made any sense to her. Her eyes were half-shut, but she knew that she would have to rouse herself; she was on the hunting patrol.
When she opened her eyes, the silver she-cat was met with a calm scene. There weren't many cats about. It looked peaceful, if a little lonely. She stood up and leaned into a stretch. Yawning widenly, she started to walk across the clearing. She was on the hunting patrol and Epiloguefrost was leading it. She spotted the brown and white tom as he flicked her tail to beckon her over. She padded across the clearing, tail brushing with the ground. She wondered how they were going to fare this sickness as a whole. What would happen? Would they die out? But not everyone was sick - yet, at least. Then her thoughts made her jump. Was she sick? Would she get sick? The whole thing disturbed her. Her mind had to be put on something else, something less disturbing. To clear their thoughts. And hunting was something that had to be done either way, and she did like hunting, but wasn't really in the mood for it today.
She couldn't rid herself of her thoughts; however much the silver tabby tried to bring her thoughts elsewhere, they always ended up back at the same place. Just thinking of it made her shudder slightly. "Gloompaw, come join my hunting patrol please!" Epiloguefrost's call startled her out of her thoughts and she looked at him, blinking in surprise for a moment before relaxing It was fine. A nice little hunting patrol. The exercise would do her good.
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Post by lily ♫ on Aug 7, 2011 23:02:00 GMT -5
Sitting alone at the side of the needle-strewn clearing that formed VertigoClan camp, Gloompaw dutifully dampened his paws with his tongue, drawing them over his ears and other hard to reach areas. His thoughts wandered aimlessly as he allowed himself a few moments to groom. When Epiloguefrost's voice boomed through the air, the silver-shrouded obsidian tom tensed for a moment in mid-wash, his tongue sticking out lamely as his paw froze around his chest.
Swallowing, the young tom picked himself up and shook his fluffy bodice, periwinkle eyes eyeing the older tom curiously. Licking his jaws in a final attempt to finish his self-cleansing, he approached the tom, acknowledging the appearance of Bluebell also, and stood awkwardly nearby the other tom. With Jetfang ill, Gloompaw had been allowed to accompany other warriors on patrols and to sit in on other training sessions with different mentors.
Today, he was also aware that his sister, too, was not at one-hundred percent. "Spellpaw's a bit under the weather, but she'd have otherwise joined us.
[/u]" The apprentice explained, a neutral expression on his face as he turned to both of the cats individually. " Shall we head out, then? I haven't had the chance to hunt in awhile. I'm actually looking forward to it a bit.[/u]" Gloompaw mewed quietly, his voice lacking true enthusiasm and his eyes as passive as the shape his mouth formed. Coherent thoughts escaped him, but he allowed himself to be able to provide for his Clan, and that was enough for now. ooc: table coming soon[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Wolfy on Aug 8, 2011 10:57:13 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROSTIt's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. Epiloguefrost noted that Spellpaw wouldn't be joining them today, but Gloompaw's explanation was just a reminder. Seeing as his hunting patrol was complete, he nodded to the small apprentice and turned around to let his icy gaze draw him out the exit for the VertigoClan cats to get in a good hunt. Although he seemed to want to get this over with, he still liked that Gloompaw had done his best to express a positive thought and he was pleased when Bluebell had come without complaining. Epiloguefrost set his paws to a brisk trot, zoning out a bit as he headed for the forest. Noticing that his patrol continued to follow him, he exited the camp and then turned around to talk. "Let's have a look in the forest, but keep quiet, there's a good chance we'll spot something," he commented as he scented a fresh mouse trail. He flicked his tail for his patrol to remain silent as he crouched down and balanced himself carefully on his paws. He slithered forward and spotted it amongst throngs of ferns and quickly, but silently he leaped from where he stood and landed down on it, biting into its throat and killing it by breaking its neck. He sat up from where it dangled from his jaw and he bent down and buried it in the dirt, scraping leaves over it to hide it from any unwanted visitors. As he was burying it, he noticed how good it felt to be out of the camp and he was no longer dreading the expedition as much as he thought. He glanced back at Bluebell and Gloompaw and drew them up towards him. "Come on, I can scent a whole lot of prey out here. I think we might actually have a good hunt today," he purred.
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Post by Swift ✱ on Aug 8, 2011 13:39:32 GMT -5
"Let's have a look in the forest, but keep quiet, there's a good chance we'll spot something,"
Bluebell nodded slowly. Maybe if you stopped your chat, then we might actually catch that something! she almost said. She could feel the words at the tip of her tongue, but held them back with some effort. The grey tabby followed mutely behind the others, blue eyes scanning the area as they walked. Epiloguefrost went ahead and she padded away, lured by the scents of the forest - and vole. She glanced over her shoulder at the little patrol and saw that the tom had dropped to a crouch and was pursuing some scent trail. Then he disappeared from sight and Bluebell turned her attention back to her own scent trail.
Stalked forward on light paws, ears perked and muscles taut, she caught sight of her prey. The tip of her tail twitched excitedly as she waited for the vole to wander further out of the undergrowth. She let a small smile cross her face as she followed her prey’s every move. She tensed her muscles in preparation to jump at it. Then Epiloguefrost’s purr startled the vole - and her - and it went scampering back into the undergrowth. Too slow! She sat up and hissed at it in frustration. Bluebell looked over her shoulder again to the patrol. It was closer to where she was than she had thought. The vole would have heard them sometime. Now her tail wasn't twitching from excitement, but flicking in annoyance, she went back over to see what Epiloguefrost was saying.
"Come on, I can scent a whole lot of prey out here. I think we might actually have a good hunt today,"
Bluebell sniffed and turned away. "No point in hanging around then," she said shortly, already beginning to walk off. She could see that he had caught some prey though he had disrupted hers, but just raised an eyebrow at it. His words hadn't been loud, but she had lost her prey because of it. She had to walk off before she blew her top. She hardly ever did, but when she got angry, she knew that she got very angry. She just hoped that wouldn't happen. And it wasn't a big deal, so why was she making a mountain out of a molehill? It was all the little things that seemed to irritate her. Bluebell parted her jaws to test the air for more scents. Mouse. Not that of Epiloguefrost's catch, but a fresh scent in another direction.
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Post by lily ♫ on Aug 16, 2011 12:19:57 GMT -5
He stalked along with the two other members of the patrol silently, because, well, really, he had nothing to say. Gloompaw was letting himself be consumed by his emotions and could only perform his duties as an empty shell. There was nothing he could do aside from that. His mother was gone, his sister was ill, and his mentor, too, was crippled with sickness. What was an apprentice to do?
Scowling slightly, he paused to scent for prey in the depths of the pine forest, letting the air be sucked up inside of his mouth, pulling it through his scenting glands and combing the earthy scents for signs of prey. They were inumerable, and Gloompaw picked the strongest to follow through and act upon. A vole sat near in the undergrowth, rustling in the needles and the various bits of leaf litter. This would be easy.
Falling to a crouch, the apprentice crawled forward with ease, leaping at the last moment and nipping at the rodent's neck, purring as he lifted his small catch up from the ground. "Got one.
[/u]" He mewed to Epiloguefrost, the patrol leader, his voice muffled by the little container of bones, fur, and muscle tissues. It would be a fine meal for one of the elders or for one of the sickened cats that didn't feel like eating because of the pain and did not wish to be a burden by eating just a few bites of the plumpest catch. Gloompaw lost himself in thought for a moment, pondering whether or not to give it to Jetfang when the patrol returned to camp. His periwinkle eyes blinked at the female accompanying himself and the older tom, the slightest of smiles on his maw as he looked to them. Performing his duties was easy as long as someone else was around.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Wolfy on Aug 19, 2011 20:29:30 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROST[/color] It's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. As Gloompaw caught his prey, he turned to show Epiloguefrost. The white tom watched the apprentice as happiness flooded through him. His spirits lifted when he nodded his head to Gloompaw's catch and moved off in the forest. Epiloguefrost left his patrol and lightly walked away. His mind was swirling with thoughts at the time, he thought he couldn't cooperate with anything. First off, he had to lead a hunting patrol and he wasn't in the mood to hunt. He was in the mood to walk, but not be with a bunch of cats at once. Second, he wanted to be with Fawnleaf. Wherever their relationship was headed he never liked not being with her. He felt half empty without her soft touch. His spirits had been dampened ever since he had left camp. Nothing had been the sam since the sickness started coming. He didn't know how the other clans had been holding up, but he had started noticing that the cats in his clans had been holding up, but he had started been infected. His friend, Jetfang, had been showing signs of being ill and it had made Epiloguefrost nervous. It felt like he was powerless to anything affecting his clan. With worrying about how the sickness could take his life, his mood had faltered from his usual spirited self. Lately, he was the one in need of comforting instead of him being the one to comfort everyone else. Growling, Epiloguefrost jumped with claws unsheathed and bit down into an unlucky mouse that passed by him. How could he ignore his dejecting thoughts?
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