by O.G. » Sun Mar 29, 2015 4:45 am
Brokenridge
His dull green eyes widened slightly when Redstream reminded him of his apprentice's name. "Ah, yeah. Sunpaw. I remember that." Well, at least, he might have remembered it. He was lazy and never did care to get too close to his clan mates. Most of them had names he forgot before sun up became sun high, and, really, that was pretty alright with him. It was just a matter of time before he got kicked out of this clan anyway. Sparkstar might not have asked for a resume of all of the other clans he had been in (otherwise he would have never been accepted), but the leader would soon learn why he should have never been accepted. It was just a matter of time before he did something too reckless to be forgotten. Oh well. Giving a final stretch. Brokenridge leaped from the branch he had been on and landed to the ground with a slight awkwardness to avoid his swollen hip. He cast his gaze to Sunpaw when she looked at him, and he looked at her vole. "I call that once this is all over," he teased wryly, only somewhat serious. He looked to Redstream when he gave his apprentice. Rabbit. Brokenridge already knew right where one was. He had caught whiff of one in the breeze when he had been lazing in the tree. If he were prudent, he would have sought it out. But...meh. And now he just wanted to see if Sunpaw could find it. She was a she-cat and, in his mind, that meant that hunting probably wasn't ever going to be her strongpoint. Neither would fighting. Raising kits was probably more up her alley as soon as she was old enough. He didn't know why the new she-cats of the clan weren't trained for that.
Blackheart
Oakfang didn't hide the fact that he seemed intrigued, perhaps confused, as to why she did not follow him up to the banks of the stream. Blackheart, however, held her ground, her stare unwavering and giving away absolutely nothing. She knew that if she glared defensively, she would clue him to a definite problem and invite him to pry, and nothing else but her typical stare was characteristic so, there she stood, just looking at him. "Do not concern yourself for me, Oakfang. I would drink if I were thirsty," she answered the large tom. The way Blackheart got her drink was rather simple. She would wait for the morning dew during the seasons it came and, when winter came, she would rely on snow. It usually worked out rather well. Seeing Oakfang prance almost merrily onward, Blackheart followed in her stoic march. If someone were spying, surely they would slip and laugh at the striking difference in their demeanor. There was a small stretch of their trip was defined by nothing until a crow called from overhead. Blackheart ignored it. Crow. Eating crow. And that's what literally the only thing she had been allowed to eat during the time she had been a captive of those vicious and unusual rogues. She hated crow so, she turned her attention to a rustling in nearby bushes. She crouched in the shadows, peering through the breaks in the leaves to see glimpses of what was definitely two birds, and, by the smell of things, they were robins. She flicked her tail, motioning for Oakfang's attention and giving him a silently look that seemed to covey the message, "Help me with this." She had caught two birds at once on a few occasions, but why take the risk when she had en extra se of claws at her disposal.
Snowpaw
She listened to Coldcry, her eyes still held a little wide as she looked up at the larger tom. She had a suggestion at mind. Maybe they're lost, she thought, but she didn't say it. Coldcry's air was too intense for her to be sure that was right. But she couldn't understand quite why Coldcry would seem so upset over a little kit. He seemed to think that it was dangerous or something. At best, she was just concerned as to whether the kit was alright or not. She flinched slightly when Coldcry asked if she thought she could actually handle the mission. She felt demeaned but it didn't make her angry. Rather, it hurt her feelings, but she knew he was probably right to ask. It was just a kit but...the way he asked his question made her second guess herself. However, after a serious moment of thought, she finally nodded timidly. "I think I'll try,"she decided, her ears turned somewhat back in unease.
Cliff
He looked down to the other cat when she spoke, seeming much more feisty than the one that stood underneath his fur. He might have commented on the she cat's harsh words to the other, but, before he could, she said something which utterly shocked him. His eyes widened. "W-What?" he asked, astonished. "Valley? You're from the valley? I thought no one lived there!" he exclaimed, and then his brows furrowed. "Clan?..." He had no idea what a clan was. He had never heard of one and had never seen one. He felt like these cats were aliens now. Creatures from the valley? From a "clan"? How absolutely bizarre! His eyes widened when the young one beneath him was saying that they needed to leave. "Wait! he cried. "Already? But we've only just met! And I don't even know if you are both okay yet!" The she cat looked fine, but he remembered the to falling from that ledge. He nosed the kit from underneath him at that realization, looking over his small form instantly. He noticed something wrong with at least one of his legs. "You're definitely hurt," he observed, making room for the kit to come back into his fur if he wanted to.
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