BEETLEHEART
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female || deputy || 52 moons old || tagged; rosetalon, echowing, pearsong, hazelpaw, olivepaw
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female || deputy || 52 moons old || tagged; rosetalon, echowing, pearsong, hazelpaw, olivepaw
- "I'll be sure to save you something good. Fresh moss would be nice." It was lucky Beetleheart was such a heavy sleeper. Star Clan had paired them well. Despite this, she had on occasion woken up to a kick and, even rarer, a bruise. She never brought this up to her beloved mate, deciding it would cause him more shame than provide any help. Really, it wasn't much concern to Beetleheart. The only thing that stirred in her mind was that he might not be getting great sleep.
She laughed at his joke. "I think I can keep them from getting too out of hand," she grinned. Her gaze settled on his kind green eyes. The only thing Star Clan hadn't blessed the pair with was a nest full of kits. The thought settled glumly in her mind, mildly wondering if Rosetalon thought less of her for that. At least she could help the next generation by teaching the apprentices. With that in mind, she turned from him. "See you tonight!" she called over her shoulder, trying to hide the worry in her brow.
A quick look around camp as she trotted away from Rosetalon told her exactly where most the cats she needed were; they had gathered at the diminishing kill pile. "Echowing and Pearsong, you'll be joining me on a hunting patrol in the streams. Hazelpaw, you and Figriver will also be accompanying us." She didn't see him in the near vicinity and wondered where he was. "Go and get him and have him bring you back to the stream." Beetleheart didn't much care for swimming. The water bogged her long fur down, immediately tangling the mass of black. It always ended with her having to pull the knots out with her teeth, taking her hours.
"Olivepaw, hurry and finish breakfast. You can't swim for thirty minutes after eating, you know." Her own stomach was empty, though she considered this just another push to bring more food home. Plus, she wanted to get home from the water as quickly as they could. The day was warm, but the water would not be.
FOXBRIAR
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female || warrior || 41 moons old || tagged; darkstep, pantherstride, smokecloud, dewpaw
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female || warrior || 41 moons old || tagged; darkstep, pantherstride, smokecloud, dewpaw
- Did he think she was stupid? Was he suggesting she didn't know how to groom herself after a day in the muck? Perhaps he was thinking of the meek kitten he witnessed being brought to camp, but she was not as young and inexperienced as little Foxkit. If the two had been alone, she wouldn't have been able to keep the biting words at bay. Instead, she pulled her eyes away from Darkstep and took a deep breath, letting the smell of the forest fill her nose. 'And it sure would be abysmal to look like you,' she answered in her head.
Why had Star Clan paired the two, so shortly after both of their mates' passing? It made no sense. But she didn't dare contradict Star Clan. This moment would pass, and maybe the future would see them as friends. After all, they knew very little of one another. Foxbriar had attempted to ask some questions but was greeted with simple answers or silence, and had since given up on that front. Now she was left guessing what he was thinking, and she wasn't giving him very kind thoughts.
Foxbriar kept her gaze pointed at the leaves as Darkstep spoke once again, suggesting she pair with Smokecloud on the hunt. Again, he was pushing her away, and she would let him. Foxbriar doubted the two could hunt well together, too caught up in not aggravating the other that they'd let a rabbit pass right under their noses. "That's fine by me," she said, perhaps a bit too aggressively. She was finding it hard to keep her emotions in check.
She would have preferred working with Pantherstride. Foxbriar could relate to the black molly who had found the clan, having had a family outside of it. The orange tabby could still remember the black cat being brought to camp, wide-eyed and nervous. She had nothing against Smokecloud. Unfortunately, he was a bit on the quiet side, and she'd gotten the cold shoulder enough from the tom leading their hunting party. At least she could focus on the antics of Dewpaw.