by yeeee. » Sun Aug 23, 2015 6:34 am
"Definitely. They are getting more at ease with coming and going as they please," Mistcloud said with a sigh. "Maybe we need to post guards for a few nights, just to ward them off." But, the older tom cut off from the rest of his thoughts as Jackalhowl, gazing at his paws, downright refused. The large tom sighed softly, whiskers twitching. This is going to be hard. I enjoy a good drizzle, but moving all the prey alone? My leg never fares well with the weather. Usually I can persuade most, but I just Jackalhowl is just no in the mood to even try. "Okay Jackalhowl. Wish me look," Mistcloud said in an almost indifferent way, turning away and padding towards the prey pile. I just hope I can move all of this prey before starts raining any harder. I wish someone would really help, after all, everyone's going to be eating this prey in the evening... shouldn't everyone able try to work together and help? Forcing the thought away, the older warrior knelt down and picked up a hare - on the pile, their appeared to be a couple of mice, another hare and a small hawk. I have a few trips to make. But, where can I store it? The medicine cat's den is too crowded. The elder's den isn't crowded, but the moss isn't clean... the apprentice's will just eat it, and the warriors den is too crowded - ah ha, I know. Beneath Scorchstar's announcement rock. Padding over to the rock ledge, Mistcloud lowered down the hare and went back to the pile, only to slip on a fish he'd miss and fall flat on his snout. "Ow..."
Tagged ;; Jackalhowl, [Open]
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Spottedpaw could sense Flarepaw's palpable anger, but honestly, the apprentice molly didn't care. After all, this was voluntary work - she wasn't on punishment. It's better than nothing, Flarepaw. I'm helping, aren't I? the golden molly thought with a tad bit of anger, padding out of the camp and sniffing the air. No prey was about in this rain - or none she could smell, see or hear. Padding steadily, she made sure to stay decently close to the camp, but alas she came across no dry moss. The Falls would have some - it's the only place with undergrowth around. The golden molly began the steady trek there, her relatively thick pelt becoming slicked back with rain, making her lithe frame stand out all the more. Ever step became more miserable, and the usually sandy ground becoming muddy, uneven and downright disgusting.
"Mousedung - Flarepaw, how in Starclan's name did I let you drag me into this?!" Spottedpaw yowled, knowing that no one could hear her venting her anger. As she finally arrived at the Falls, she stopped to catch her breath, taking shelter beneath a crevice. The golden molly's long legs ached, and her breath came out in short pants. Why couldn't anyone else gather fresh moss? Or, better yet, leave some that was near the camp so that a trip here wasn't required?! Gnashing her fangs, Spottedpaw made her way to a scraggly bush not far from the stream, and saw some moss there. Grabbing it in her maw, Spottedpaw began the trek back at a fast jog, sighing miserably. Hopefully all the moss doesn't get saturated... if it does, my trip was in vain.
Tagged ;; No one [open]
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"Don't assume your leader is perfect, or even that survival means the same thing for me it does for you," Snow mewed softly, in a different tone- a bit softer than his usual honeyed yet devoid voice. Survival, to many, means just that - hunting, fighting, keeping themselves going for one more day. Yet to others, surviving could be contributing to a legacy greater than themselves. Some say you haven't lived until you've loved, but that depends on the individual I suppose. What do you think I am, Mossleap? Watching the molly in question exit the den and begin frolicking in the rain made him tilt his head, but he made no move to stand. So this peculiar clan does enjoy water, yet they live in the desert. His pink nose twitched ever so slightly, but he didn't move budge or voice any of his thoughts. Your sure some cat will. It appears their minds are elsewhere - something about prey going missing I believe. Snow finally focused completely on Mossleap, noting her tail flickering for him to come out.
No. I'm not one of you. The mirage wavered just a little. And I won't be. "More often than not," Snow mewed, shaking his head and motioning towards the rock where Scorchstar was. And, although I am not one of you warriors, I wouldn't suggest getting caught frolicking with myself, dear - to Scorchstar's knowledge, I was escorted out already.
Tagged ;; Mossleap
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Batpaw was beyond heated. When his kicked missed, the tall tom had dug his paw pads hard into the damp earth to keep from falling, but couldn't get a grip. When Hawkcry gave him a nudge, the petite tom completely lost all grip and went sailing. Mousedung. For the fourth time in two days, that very curse was on his lips. But, when he landed, all the air was knocked from him, and his turquoise eyes bulged. As soon as the blind apprentice regained his breath, miserable squeaks escaped him - he couldn't control it. Batpaw's entire long body throbbed like he'd just fell from a gorge. His head felt like he'd just split it open, and his hindquarter was shaking pretty badly. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Batpaw dragged himself to his paws, still squeaking as he gasped for breath. Your in a spar match. If you get beat, fine. Beat yourself? That's pathetic.
Standing up and inhaling deeply, the apprentice forced himself to relax and focus. Hawkcry would probably think he was mostly beat due to the squeaking gasps and his leg shaking - perhaps he'd attack first, which gave him time for a countermeasure. Bring it, Hawkcry - I'm not done yet.
Tagged ;; Hawkcry
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yeeee. on Sun Aug 23, 2015 6:44 am, edited 1 time in total.
