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[microbliss]

| Olive <male, dark-brown tabby> |
| Loner <outskirts of camp; Spiderstar> |


In the midst of his indecisive thinking, Olive could sense another presence entering the grass. He could almost just feel their fur, brushing against it's many blades. He stayed uncomfortably still, paws twitching and overlapping one another due to his returning anticipation. Who could this be... His first guess was no doubt one of them clan cats, yet he couldn't deny his feelings of curiosity about them. Still trying to picture just what this cat may look like, a black figure bobbed at the corner of his eyes, accompanied with the gentle swish of revealing grass. His head turned quick, eyes widened in mild yet sudden shock.

The tom was a rather handsome one, he appeared slim and well-built. Otherwise known as 'packed with muscles' despite his slick look. His eyes were a fine yellow-tinted green, his limbs were long and they gave him his height. Olive knew in the back of his mind he would instantly lose a battle with him. But the loner was deeply impressed, if perhaps a bit too impressed... ahem, he quickly interrupted his own thoughts. As his eyes began to adjust on the other cat, he realized the black tom was definitely older than him. Perhaps even double his own age. Without any time for disappointment, Olive straightened his back and puffed out his chest in a dignified manner. "Well, you must be one of those clan cats. The ones who doesn't know how to settle down in one place." He said, smiling in a welcoming way despite his insulting tone.

[Spirited.]

↳ S P I D E R S T A R ↲
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[ tom ] [ 42 ] [ leader ] [ tagged: Olive]

The dark tom soon happened upon another cat, a tom to be precise. He was rather small, a little stout, with short brown tabby fur. The only similarity Spiderstar could find between himself and the rogue was their tails, which were both long and skinny - his, however, matched the rest of his body, while the loner looked slightly unbalanced with his short legs and long tail. He was sitting straight, his chest puffed out, strange olive-coloured eyes gleaming. Spiderstar could not tell whether it was with amusement or pride.

"Well, you must be one of those clan cats. The ones who doesn't know how to settle down in one place." As soon as the tom spoke, Spiderstar decided the gleam was proud, contrasting the welcoming smile on his tabby face. It was almost as if the cat owned the plains that BreezeClan was living in and allowing the Clan to stay there. Spiderstar frowned slightly, but decided to ignore the tom's insolent tone.

"You suggest that we are indecisive," he said to the loner, black tail twitching. "Yet you yourself seem to be someone who wanders from place to place. My Clan has their reasons for moving about - what are yours?" Spiderstar settled down before the tom, a couple of tail lengths away. He was taller than the tom, even when sitting, and he turned his yellow-green gaze on the tabby, hoping that perhaps he would be intimidated and would leave the Clan alone. After today, he would never see him again and the loner would probably never see the Clan again either.

♚ L I O N P A W ♚
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[ she-cat ] [ 11 ] [ trainee ] [ tagged: Fenneltail]

Lionpaw's heart could have soared out of her chest when she heard Fenneltail finally give in. Nearly bursting with excitement, she bounced her way out of the Clan's makeshift camp, leading the way to some hunting grounds. She was not sure where she wanted to go, but after a couple moments of consideration, the ginger trainee turned her paws in the direction of the river. It was wide and a lot of prey liked to hide out here, despite the number of predators.

She caught the scent of a harvest mouse almost immediately and, soon after, that of a meadowlark. Conflicted over which piece of meat she should head after, Lionpaw paused for only a moment. That moment was long enough for the bird to take flight. Not sure whether it was because it had caught her scent, Lionpaw turned to the mouse, desperate to get to it before it fled at well.

The trainee was in her hunting crouch before the mouse could move, shifting forward through the long grasses silently, amber eyes trained on her prey. It was nibbling on something and she smirked as it turned its head to her. Baring her teeth, she jumped, falling down onto the mouse and killing it quickly. It did not give so much as a peep before it was limp in her jaws.

Turning to Fenneltail, she displayed her prey proudly. But this one meagre piece of prey was not enough to feed the Clan, especially if they were going to journey away from here, so Lionpaw dropped the mouse to the ground and buried it, already scenting the air for signs of more prey.

[Keriae]

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[ female ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: lionpaw]

Fenneltail followed her trainee, content to let her lead the way. The smaller female stepped carefully - she always had - and was light on her feet, although very excitable and obviously desperate to actually hunt for once, lest they did not have time at all. Their Clan did need feeding, after all, or they would slowly weaken and die off one by one. And to do that every cat would have to hunt whenever they could, just to keep strong enough to trek over the ground. The warrior wondered when they would find a new home to settle in. Would they have to wait for a sign from their ancestors in Silverpelt or would they simply chance across a new home and stay?

Shaking her head, the ginger she-cat made sure to keep a tail length behind the youth, pausing when she did and also taking in deep breaths to smell her own prey. She might as well sink her claws into something in these grasses, and she would give it one of the other warriors (there was still that mouse that Lionpaw had brought over in her temporary nest, but she wouldn't eat it until she had hunted). As such the she-cat caught the scent of the harvest mouse and the meadowlark around the same time. However, when the meadowlark took flight the scent still lingered, just as strong and not fading. Turning away as her trainee hunted down the rodent, Fenneltail sunk into a hunting crouch of her own. Her claws flexed as she neared her target and then she pounced.

Another meadowlark! It was small and skinny, skinnier than it should have been, and one of the wings was hanging limply at it's side, obviously broken. There was no point worrying over that: she might as well put it out of it's misery. Rocking backwards on her haunches, it was a moment that passed and then the bird was between her paws and her teeth were snapping it's neck. Not a big meal by any standards, but it would do service to the Clan. Thank you for this meal, StarClan, she thanked silently and looked over her shoulder at Lionpaw, nodding at the sight of the tabby with her own kill.

[microbliss]

| Olive <male, dark-brown tabby> |
| Loner <outskirts of camp; Spiderstar> |


Eyes narrowing, the brown tabby rose up just as the other tom had sat down. Mostly because he felt greatly out-sized, though even standing up had made little difference. He found out this cat was pretty serious after the way he spoke, which made Olive stiffen up in knowing that his kind of talk wouldn't be heard as a joke. He was deeply offended by the term 'wanderer' and allowed his resentment overpower his fear of the clan cat. He too began to frown, and being the stubborn cat he is, he decided to stand his ground and let his fox tongue do the impression in place of his weak strength.

"Reasons, you say? Why I couldn't care less about what those reasons are, as I am no wanderer like you fussy furballs." He talked back, lifting up his chin to both express his dignity and stare back at those yellow-green orbs. "I intend to stay in one place, which is here in this lovely grassland. While ya'll inexperienced refugees better stumble upon some place else soon before you get bit by a snake or somethin'." Olive's tail lashed as he spoke, but in the same time he could feel a shudder traveling down to his hind legs which trembled faintly from the weight of his daring stance. He gritted his teeth, knowing that he wouldn't be able to face the black tom for a moment longer.