A N H I N G A H E A R T
♀ | deputy
47 moons
location: camp
tags: Canaryheart, Nightingalesong,
Kestrelight, Ospreycloud, Pheasantpaw
indentGusts of wind made quick work of Anhingaheart’s peaceful sleep. She blinked open her eyes, her nose immediately bombarded with the sharp scent of wet rock and salt. Rain drummed in her ears, and though every muscle in her body told her not to get up out of her nest, she did it anyway. The sable she-cat gingerly rid herself of moss and small feathers, a small yawn parting her jaws. After she was done, she glanced around the den, noticing who was awake. “Ah, Canaryheart,” she breathed, “How about you take out a hunting patrol? And...who’s that I see back there? Nightingalesong? You can come with me on a hunt with some others.” Her gaze flickered around to the other cats still deep in their nests. Kestrelflight had actually come back into the den, and that action certainly didn’t pass over the deputy’s radar. “Kestrelflight can join you, Canaryheart. He looks like he wants to get his paws muddy today.” Flicking the young warrior over the ear to rouse him, she beckoned for Nightingalesong to follow as she strode head high from the warriors’ den, undaunted by the weather.♀ | deputy
47 moons
location: camp
tags: Canaryheart, Nightingalesong,
Kestrelight, Ospreycloud, Pheasantpaw
indentApproached now by Ospreycloud, the deputy turned gracefully to meet his gaze. Her movements were usually slow and purposeful, and to the untrained eye she easily gave off a snotty, spoiled vibe, but she was really quite the opposite. In reality, she was just one to take her time, never really in a particular rush and cool with just about anything. Listening, she nodded her head as the warrior spoke. “Of course! It’s a great day for bird catching.” She raised her eyes to the sky, easily imagining birds to come plummeting down to the earth, tossed inland by the fierce winds. “Easy pickings today, I’ll reckon,” she rumbled, “I bet the queens would love some feathers for their nests...and Quetzalcrest, too. I know he likes those feathers.” Anhingaheart nodded lightly to herself, proud of being able to remember which of her clanmates liked what. It’d always been her thing, a sort of personal philosophy that she believed allowed her to serve the clan better.
indentAll of the sudden, something collided into her side, sending her sprawling in the mud. She scrambled up, her black fur plastered to her body. Turning to face Pheasantpaw, her eyes were wide with shock. “Best to watch where you’re going,” she grunted, grimacing as mud dripped down her fur. Well, she’d certainly be washing this off for the next moon, and she shivered now as the cold descended on her with hard talons. Anhingaheart wondered if she should just stay in camp to avoid catching a chill, but she was determined to go out and do her part, especially if she was ordering cats out of their nest to patrol.
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indentLooking up from his little supply of herbs and handy kitting-sticks, the massive somali tom swung his head around to the entrance as Skuastar burst in, letting in a chill draft. “This better be good,” he muttered under his breath, turning to face his leader with a nonchalant expression. “Skuastar...what is it?” To say he was worried would be a lie. Not much phased him, seeing as he hung out with queens and kits for a living. They said the craziest things sometimes, molding him into a stoic message-bearer and—when necessary—a stellar liar...how else do you reassure queens and scare kits into obedience? I’m practically everyone’s dad. He inwardly chuckled, doing his best to make sure that his leader didn’t see that he was humored. Hush, Quetzalcrest...these are serious matters! Straightening up, he faced the older tom with sparkling yellow eyes, as if the sun had taken refuge from the storm inside of his skull.
indentSeeing his apprentice dart into the den, Quetzalcrest gave him a raised eyebrow at the abundance of mud on those legs of his but otherwise said nothing. He merely flicked his ears backwards, indicating that Flickerpaw could stay, but he should be quiet about it. Looking back to Skuastar, he kneaded his paws into the ground, waiting.
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indentHot embarrassment coursed through him, allowing, for a moment, the cold wetness of his body to fade away. “Well, actually...I made this to try and trap a gull. They’re always so intent on their food, they don’t care what’s around it...oblivious creatures, honestly.” Growing eager now, he nodded to the crack. “When the full reaches in to get the fish, this rock here will become dislodged and will hopefully trap it.” He gazed over at his clanmate, wondering what she thought about it. It wasn’t his best work and was bound to fail, but he mostly was intent to test out what the vine-thing did, and if it was strong enough to withstand another animal’s hunting. Serintail froze suddenly, looking up at the sky. His fur seemed to tingle and he wondered if a storm was about to break out. It took him a moment to realize that Sparrowleap was making him feel all tense. He shook his head to both clear rain from his face and the fuzzy thoughts from his mind. “So...what do you think?”
ooc; short reply ew sorry I’m at school >_>
