.:Cloudclan:..:Open:.

[O.G.]

Brokenridge
He had eventually settled on lying back down in the grass, sprawled once more almost completely flat against the ground. His tail lashed out behind him occasionally, beating the ground with unnecessary force. Bored, bored, bored. Maybe he should just fall asleep. Yeah, whatever... Reluctantly settling on that idea, Brokenridge slowly let his eyes blink shut more and more. Soon enough, he was beginning to drift off when..."So, Brokenridge--" His eyes snapped back open, and he once again looked up to find a very fresh face. It was Sunpaw. Again. Okay... He yawned as he took in her question, mulling over it for a moment before he finally nodded. "No, no," he shook his head. "I'm so bored, even a routine hunting trip sounds like a trip to Starclan," he said, twisting so that he was lying on his belly before he pushed himself up into a standing position. Keeping his weight off of his left hind leg, he gave a generous stretch and vented his vivid fur. "But first, how much do you actually know about hunting, apprentice?" he asked, looking down to the cat with the unusual folded ears.

Cliff
The cougar turned on him as he tried to regain his senses after the harsh blow he received against the rock. As he staggered quickly to his feet, a massive clawed paw struck out at him. He yowled more in surprise than pain, adrenaline keeping him from being aware of any damage being done. He was knocked aside like a ragdoll, but quickly he was ready to strike again. He leaped up at the large cat's haunches with lightning speed, tearing his way up onto the cat's back and shredding his way back up to the head. "Leave them alone!" he hissed loudly, battling this massive wild cat with all he had. It was a brief battle, but it was a vicious one. After sustaining a few injuries of his own and shredding the vicious creatures face almost off, the cougar finally yowled and threw him off, growling at him resentfully, spitting at his face, and slowly skulking away. Cliff, back arched and long fur fluffed to its fullest, hissed and bounced after the large cat on his toes. "That's not the last you'll see of me!" he spat, watching as the golden monster ascended the mountain and out of sight. Slowly, he decompressed, soon turning as his mind returned to the two actually cats. "Guys!" he called, unsure of how to address them. He hurried off in the direction he went, his right side soaked in his own blood from the one scratch the cougar had managed to inflict upon him. Still, however, Cliff was painless, far more interested in the little cats he had seen. "Where'd you guys go?"

(( I guess the cougar was lazy. xD ))

[HawThorn]

((Lol X3))

Featherkit

"Over here!" Featherkit called weakly from where she stood protectively beside Silverkit, shivering with the cold that seem to penetrate her very bones.She should be afraid of this cat, he was unknown to them and was clearly strong enough to hold his own against a cougar, even if it was only for a few seconds. Some reason however, she felt comfortable with this strange cat. "My name's Featherkit and that's Silverkit. Who are you?" asked the she cat curiously.

[Kydashing]

Treepool

Treepool nodded softly, "Yes" She said parting her jaws. "Ok foxpaw. Lead the way" she said flicking the tip of her tail. Slinking behind her apprentice as she let her take the lead ready to follow. Her paws needed the ground. Licking her muzzle as she smiled softly, blinking a few times as she parted her jaws yet again.

Foxpaw raised an eyebrow at the she cat, she was a bit odd. "Ok then." She meowed simply. Her ears perked, her eyes searching around as she continued to pad, her body lowered. The scent of the cats was now far away in terms of the air, but the squirrel was near. When she got to the buried prey, she sniffed it. "Oakfang,my uncle, he's been here. And so has Blackheart." She meowed,looking back at her mentor with a nod.

Blackheart
She was alright with the silence Oakfang offered. Blackheart was unaccustomed to company despite being a clan cat, but, still she knew he was there. She was always acutely aware of the presence of others, and Oakfang was no exception. She always just kept herself slightly prepared for confrontation, a habit of her formed throughout her life from the moment she was born. Of course, it wasn't exactly on her mind that Oakfang might senselessly attack her, but it never hurt to be prepared. Their entire patrol was spent in silence, defined by uneventfulness. Eventually, Blackheart found that they had patrolled every inch of their borders and so, finally, the she-cat who had not stopped moving since she had woken, stopped. She was growing hungry, but she didn't let that be known. That was what hunting was for, after all. Once the job was done and she and Oakfang had something to offer the rest of the clan, then she could eat. Until then, work was to be done. She turned to her companion for the morning, looking over the vaguely scruffy fur of the dark tabby. "We have patrolled the extent of our boarders. Where shall we hunt then?" she inquired, her tail flicking softly behind her as she kept her stare level on the tom. Normally, she did not ask others where to go but led them there. In this case, however, she was aware that she had not yet been on a hunting expedition with the tom. She wanted to know the spots he favored, as well as his technique. As long as he didn't suggest fishing, she would be fine.

Snowpaw
She shrunk back when Coldcry poked at her, failing to avoid the prod entirely. Her eyes flicked up to him and then back down to the grass. She listened to him struggle in frustration with his words, causing her to really feel worse than before. Her fur bristled slightly when he hissed, even if the aggressive breath seemed to be aimed at himself. She tried to reach out to call out an apology to the irritated tom, but she decided against it last second. She feared it would make him angrier so, she held back, just watching the tom with wide, guilty eyes. She almost sprung into the air when the warrior actually looked back at her. "Oh!" She scurried after the tom immediately, hoping to somehow redeem herself. "I'm coming!"

Oakfang's thick pelt bristled at bit at thre she cat's question. Why, does she want his opinion? He gave his normal smile again. "Alrighty, wonderful. I believe we should hunt near camp, as i found that squirrel with ease. And, we will be close by, just in case something happens there. He meowed, before turning and quickly padding off, in the direction of the camp. Before long, they ran into the small stream nearby, good for kits and queens to receive water from moss. Also, It was just a great,peaceful place to have a drink.He lowered his head, taking a few laps. The water was great after their patrol. His eyes then noticed a small fish squirming in the water. He tilted his head before batting at it, the taking in a hook. It almost left his claws, but he snatched it into his jaws, fang being in his name for a reason.

Coldcry looked back as he continued on. He swore for a moment the leader was near,but he shrugged it off. "Now, if you remember to not be too chatty, we will go check on something---" His words stopped him. A scent caught his nose, an unpleasant scent,in terms of where it was. They weren't to far from camp now, but still. He lowered his head and sniffed again. He shook his head. "That can't be...kit?" He meowed quietly, his amber eyes confused.

[Curious]

whitepaw // feeling; casual, cheerful, energetic // no love interest // tags; sparkstar

Whitepaw lightly stepped through the forest, her tail held high as she padded through the undergrowth. She sniffed at the air softly, allowing the scents of the forest to bathe her senses. Then she bounded over to a nearby border and began roughly scratching a tree trunk with her strong claws.

sparrowchirp // feeling; cheerful // no love interest // tags; clearwater

Sparrowchirp beamed, practically glowing with Clearwater's compliment. It was rare that he received praise or positive comments, so it meant a lot to the young warrior. "Thanks! You too!" he replied enthusiastically through the rabbit in his jaws, before cheerfully headbutting her and trotting over to the fresh-kill pile to set down his catch.

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Sunpaw

Sunpaw laughed a little, "Thought you where not tired" she said sitting down as she gazed over the cat. Listening to him as he said no before lowering her head, blinking back up at him as she pulled her paw over her head trying to fix her folded ears but to no good. Sighing as she flicked her tail as she giggled softly at his joke, blinking a few times before looking back up at him. "I know quite a bit about hunting mister" She said flicking her tail in annoyance before looking up at him.

Treepool

Treepool nodded, "Very good" She said "Now foxpaw vear away from oakfangs scent and try to pinpoint prey" She said flicking her tail to a clump of bushes. "Try over there" She said flicking her ears as she ran her tongue over her muzzle. Clambering up into a tree as she watched, if she was out of the way maybe the young cat would catch more. Following softly as her skinny body pressed down to the tree branch.

Silverkit

Silverkit shivered looking up at the large cat with awe. Blinking a few times as he shook his pelt clear of snow. Nodding softly as he sat down protecting his wounded back leg. Lapping at the small cuts that covered him before gazing over at featherkit. "Thank you for not leaving me" he said softly dipping his head gratefully to his clanmate before looking back up at the large tom.



[Nightpelt is open if anyone is interested. c: ]

[HawThorn]

Featherkit

"Don't get any ideas, I wont be saving your tail again." Featherkit snapped, her silver fur bristling in annoyance. "Although if I remember correctly I clearly told you this was a bad idea. Did you listen? No. Now thanks to you I'm freezing cold, in the middle of the Starclan forsaken mountains, hungry, and have no way to get home."

Clearwater

"No problem." Clearwater relied gruffly, uncomfortable with any physical as brief as a simple headbutt was. She and sat down next to the fresh kill licking her paw thoughtfully. Many cats were out to hunt, and the fresh kill pile had already been restocked, it would probably be okay for her to eat something. A small mouse was sitting on the top and Clearwater picked it up by the scruff. She began to devour it.

Sparkstar

Sparkstar followed hear could prey scurrying about the underbrush and birds chirping in the tall seasonal trees. Sunlight broke through the canopy dappling the marshy forest floor and warming his pelt. Instinct told him told him to check the scents around the borders, then maybe they could pick up some prey before the patrol was over. Stop, this is Whitepaw's patrol, let her lead. her reminded himself.

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Silverkit

Silverkit snorted lashing his tail, "You did not have to come" He spat back at the she cat lashing his puffy tail. Hissing softly as he turned away from her. Blinking his large round green eyes as he gazed up at the tom. "Excuse me sir" he said his voice a little shaky, "Why did you save us?" He asked softly, "You know not who we are, so why save us" He asked blinking his large eyes before gazing up still in awe at the large cat.

[peppermintleo]

Sorry for my lack of replies xD I was binge-reading all night)

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Redstream
Gender: Tom
Mood: Playful
Apprentice: Sunpaw
Crush: None
Tagged: No one

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Turning away from the fresh-kill pile, Redstream spotted his apprentice bugging another cat, a little laugh escaping. Walking over to them, he caught a few snippets of their conversation, his amber eyes shining slightly. "Yet she still has a lot to learn. But I'm proud of her." Pushing on her flank with one of his paws, he sat next to Sunpaw calmly. "Any chance you'd be willing to let your mentor in one this little hunting excursion? Or are you already to become a warrior and lead your own?" He teased, amused.

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Whisperpaw
Gender: She-cat
Mood: Bored
Mentor: Sparrowchirp
Tagged: No one

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Whisperpaw spotted Sparrowchirp instantly, making her way over to him, her long fur every which way, the huge leaf with rips clamped between her teeth. Setting it down, she pressed a paw over it and looked up at Sparrowchirp, blinking. "Does this mean we aren't going out for any training today?" She asked, motioning to their kill from the hunting trip.

[O.G.]

Brokenridge
He watched with idle eyes as the apprentice --she wasn't even his-- seem to paw at her ears as if to upright them. But they were stuck like that. Brokenridge knew that. Well, at least, that's what he thought he knew. He had never seen them upright so, what was he supposed to think? Not that it really mattered. He just called them "fancy ears", and, no, he wasn't trying to be nice or trying to think of something that might make her feel better about them, if she even had a problem with them to begin with. That was just what he thought about them. They were fancy, like little folded leaves, like accessories. After stretching, Brokenridge stood up to, of course, be taller than the young she-cat. She was growing, though. She was almost the size of an adult now. He looked down at her when she defended her alleged hunting skills. "Okay, okay. No need to get defensive," he said easily. "I was just asking." And he would have continued on by urging her to follow him, but then her mentor came up, deciding to get involved. He looked up at the cream and red tom. "I bet." What Brokenridge was responding to he wasn't sure. His tone was so bland and lacking in honest feeling that the tom's guess was as good as his own. He looked down to Sunpaw then, expecting her to invite her teasing mentor along for the ride.

Blackheart
She nodded curtly when Oakfang answered her, quietly finding his logic sound enough. However, given her quiet nature, she figured her nod sufficed enough as an answer and spared him anything verbal. Unless she was following Sparkstar, she was seldom sacrificing the lead, yet, in this situation she found herself doing just that. It always felt different to follow, and she was never sure if she liked it or not. There was more security in the ability to control where another went or at least influence it. There was less to worry about. Are they leading me the right way? Do they know what they are doing? Is this a trap? Questions like that often ran through her mind when she found herself in the position of following, but, in this particular case, he had signed up for it so, she dealt with it. Soon enough, they came across one of the streams she never failed to avoid. She hadn't seen it in some time. She thought they were just going to go around it, but, when Oakfang just kept on heading straight for it, panic settled sharply in her heart. Her pupils dilated and she came to a sudden halt at least ten cat lengths from the stream. And she didn't dare budge. Just hearing the trickle of that stream tormented her. She could feel herself choking, drowning, freezing...She settled into a heavy trance for a long moment, just staring at the stream in visible horror until she heard a splash. She jolted, distancing herself farther from the moving water and her fur bristling until she realized Oakfang had merely caught a fish. She looked at the catch, blinking away her paranoia. "We should work our way around the stream. Bringing back too many fish will do us no good. It spoils faster in this heat than the rest of our options," she said, and, while it was true, she really just wanted to get away from that fearsome stream.

Snowpaw
She followed closely at Coldcry's heels. If she followed any closer, his heels would be beating her chin in his every step. She couldn't help it. She wanted to be close to him to prove her attentiveness. She knew that the warrior was not her mentor, but, in the moment, he might as well have been. After all, he was taking her out on a mission and, while he wasn't Sparkstar, she was still on a mission with a cat more seasoned and skilled than herself. She wanted to take this very seriously. Her eyes still wide, she nodded rather excessively at everything Coldcry aid, absorbing it all and taking it to heart until the moment he cut himself off. She jumped just slightly, and, being that she was so used to making mistakes, she guiltily assumed that it was something she had done that had stopped him. She parted her jaws to mew meekly, but then Coldcry explained himself. "What?" she whispered quietly, fearful immediately and picking up on the warrior's confusion. Tentatively, she sniffed the air. "I-I don't know..." she replied eventually, her wavering tone not hiding her uncertainty. What she said implied she could not detect the scent that Coldcry had caught on to, but, as a matter of fact, she did. She was just not confident enough in herself to admit it, fearing that, if she said she did, she was wrong and that it would just be another mistake of hers.

Cliff
His ears, pricked and ready to catch any suggestion of sound that might be coming from the young cats he had found, had no trouble picking up the answer called out to him. It echoed unusually, and he had trouble locating the source, but, soon enough, he came across a narrow crevice in the ground, where he caught glimpse two dappled wads of fur. He stopped peering down in amazement. Wow! Other cats! And tiny ones at that! But...were they okay? He listened to the conversation that the two cats shared back and forth. There was one thing said by the young she-cat that caught his attention enough for him to finally break in. "You're cold?" he asked, a little confused. Actually, it was a pretty mild day on the mountainside to him. However, their strangely stubby fur did not go unnoticed by his blue gaze. He might have continued on, but the little one that had fallen finally spoke up, and this time it was directly to him. "Well," as he began to answer the small one, he got down and began wedging himself down into the narrow crevice, "I wanted to save you." Once his large body finally wiggled through the narrow opening, he gracefully landed on the more open floor below. "It's kind of my job on these mountains, to make sure anything that needs protecting is protected." Also, the situation has very much mirrored the exact situation when his parents had been kill--kidnapped. He sat down, looking down at the two tiny cats. "Now, come here," he offered, lifting a paw slightly as if to invite them in to the abundant collar of fur that fell in layers down his chest. "If you're cold, it's because you're missing most of your fur, but I have plenty to spare."He had so many question to ask that it was unbelievable, but, there was one which he had to ask first. "Are you two alright?"

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Sunpaw

Sunpaw twitched her tail as she smiled looking at her mentor. Blinking as she laughed "I mean i would love to be a warrior but sadly i cant yet" she said softly with a dipped head before smiling. Standing up as she stretched her long legs before yawning, "So redstream would you like to join us?" She asked softly respectfully dipping her head. Licking her jaws as she blinked "Or we could go to the meadow and do some battle training" She said quickly bouncing around happily as she purred. Letting a yawn part of her jaws as she purred yet again.


Silverkit

Silverkit shivered "Thank you very much mister" he said softly. Dipping his head as he yawned, "Yes im very cold" He said crouching down as he slowly crawled under the tom's fur. Purring slightly at the warmness of the toms fur, curling his tail around his paws as he looked up at the toms face. Sitting down as he rubbed under the toms belly fur purring.