by Alpha* » Tue Oct 12, 2021 5:20 pm
FallenRains
He smiles again, warm but shy; "you are welcome to stay, I don't mind. " states the silver cat gently. He's in no hurry to return to the previous conversation, it was stressful! The silver cat is still twitching his ears about- to catch prey or predator - one at a time, it's quite comical, and his tail is coiled around one ankle. That young Warrior has been through much, too much, in his short life. And he knows he's odd...
One paw darts out, snagging a fish from the water and out onto the bank. It isn't as large as SeaSongs had been, but he's proud of it. The catch makes him look like a better hunter than he is. Killing it he turns back to the two she-cats, "OddPelt and I were discussing our histories." Is explained in his slightly too formal, but still inviting, way.
But why are they talking to him?
But as the strange pelted she-cat disappears he wears brief sorrow, "I suppose that answers that," is sighed - mainly to himself. "So.. fish... how many do you need SeaSong?"
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LightningStrike
The strange pelted he-cat hums to himself as he pads into the camp, muzzle dripping with water (he'd just got a drink), the tune is simple and comfortable, but it wouldn't make much sense. It's not one he actively knows, it's one he had overheard the silver he-cat called FallenRains muttering the night before as he slipped in and out of the camp with herbs or bits of kill. Why was he awake anyhow? Star-Clan knows he's been running ragged maybe I should talk to someone, if he doesn't rest today. is thought, eying the kill pile.
He, himself, had been on night-watch or rather, guard, duty. As he often is ....
And now that morning has come and begun he is off duty until evening... So, he picks a piece of prey and settles beside the pile. The Tom notices the others coming and going, some waking later than others... Had they slept well?
The bright yellow bird he chooses - a canary maybe- is small. And Strike finds its almost too much for him to eat - or at least he would find that. Quiet he plucks the bird, careful to save the feathers beneath his back feet. "Morning LeafCloud." is murmured, knowing that some cats don't like to talk in the morning. But he has to talk just to stay awake after the long hours! He needs to stay awake long enough to eat, else it would be the second day that he'd gone to bed hungry.