Post by Insidious on Dec 22, 2012 12:10:50 GMT -5
Razorfang & Coldgaze //
The morning light was exceptionally bright upon this afternoon. Lately, Razorfang had been busier than he would have preferred. As deputy, there had been new errands he'd taken into his own paws in order to benefit the clan as a whole. What with the constant hunts, border patrols and exchanging of words with Sandstar... there hadn't been time recently to simply stay put in the camp and relax. The obsidian furred tom was content in the camp's heart, in clear vision of whichever clan cat that passed by. His reasoning for this was so that, yes, he could relax. But, if any Rainclan cats were in need of the deputy or leader, he'd be right there to offer assistance as required.
The tom almost allowed his eyelids to flutter shut, desiring to give in to the craving for extra hours of sleep. However, he quickly decided against it. Mostly due to the fragrance that had entered his nostrils. Coldgaze. Immediately, the deputy lifted his head in search of the familiar white body. And, there he was. Razorfang caught glimpse of the pair of icy pools reflecting from the edges of camp as he emerged with a hunk of mouse from the brambles. Coldgaze exchanged a glance with his former apprentice, though didn't approach until after he had dropped his catch into the prey pile. He didn't have to anyway, though. Razorfang was already cutting across camp with quick strides to greet the snow hued tom. “Coldgaze,” his tone was gentle, symbolic of a respectful greeting to the senior warrior.
Coldgaze perked his white ears, whirling around to face the obsidian deputy. Momentarily, a hint of pride was detected in his pale irises. But, it subsided quickly. Coldgaze had never been fond of showing overdoses of his emotions. “Razorfang.” He responded, his tone gruff, cracking with age. “How have you been?” The senior warrior settled comfortably on the ground, coughing in white wisps of air due to the chills of leafbare air.
Razorfang's dull eyes flashed with worry at the tom's age-affected state. But, he never doubted Coldgaze's ability to stay strong in hard times. “Swell. The new responsibilities as deputy are riveting, a life I'm proud to see fit for myself. And what about you? How have you been?” Razorfang seemed cautious at the end of his sentence, walking a tight circle around his former mentor with calculating eyes upon his skinny figure. Coldgaze had never been uncomfortable with Razorfang's ways. So, he simply chuckled softly until once again being face-to-face with the deputy.
“Age has taken a toll on my bones, but it isn't time for my retirement yet.” Coldgaze fluffed out his coat, blinking his ghostly blue eyes before fixating them upon Razorfang. “I'm thinking of doing one more round of hunting. Would you care to join me?”
Razorfang smirked pleasantly, flanking himself beside the senior warrior. “It'd be an honour.” He nodded, pushing himself forward, but careful to not move at a pace any quicker than what was efficient for Coldgaze. And, the duo of black and white set off into the forest side by side. Soft words were exchanged between them upon their departure, catching a few unbelieving eyes as they passed by. A side of Razorfang was exhibited when with Coldgaze that few were familiarized with.
Coldgaze brought up a few new hunting techniques he had been perfecting, hunting techniques that he wished to share with Razorfang. The deputy offered his thanks, the excitement of a kit coursing through his muscled frame. Even now, with a status higher than Coldgaze's own, it was never an issue to learn new things from the white tom. It was simply for old time's sake; when Coldgaze was the teacher, acting as a guide for the much smaller-sized bundle of black fur. Nothing had changed, in Razorfang's mind. Sure, he no longer was required to learn. But, in this particular case, the bond between mentor-apprentice was never altered. And, it never would be.
The morning light was exceptionally bright upon this afternoon. Lately, Razorfang had been busier than he would have preferred. As deputy, there had been new errands he'd taken into his own paws in order to benefit the clan as a whole. What with the constant hunts, border patrols and exchanging of words with Sandstar... there hadn't been time recently to simply stay put in the camp and relax. The obsidian furred tom was content in the camp's heart, in clear vision of whichever clan cat that passed by. His reasoning for this was so that, yes, he could relax. But, if any Rainclan cats were in need of the deputy or leader, he'd be right there to offer assistance as required.
The tom almost allowed his eyelids to flutter shut, desiring to give in to the craving for extra hours of sleep. However, he quickly decided against it. Mostly due to the fragrance that had entered his nostrils. Coldgaze. Immediately, the deputy lifted his head in search of the familiar white body. And, there he was. Razorfang caught glimpse of the pair of icy pools reflecting from the edges of camp as he emerged with a hunk of mouse from the brambles. Coldgaze exchanged a glance with his former apprentice, though didn't approach until after he had dropped his catch into the prey pile. He didn't have to anyway, though. Razorfang was already cutting across camp with quick strides to greet the snow hued tom. “Coldgaze,” his tone was gentle, symbolic of a respectful greeting to the senior warrior.
Coldgaze perked his white ears, whirling around to face the obsidian deputy. Momentarily, a hint of pride was detected in his pale irises. But, it subsided quickly. Coldgaze had never been fond of showing overdoses of his emotions. “Razorfang.” He responded, his tone gruff, cracking with age. “How have you been?” The senior warrior settled comfortably on the ground, coughing in white wisps of air due to the chills of leafbare air.
Razorfang's dull eyes flashed with worry at the tom's age-affected state. But, he never doubted Coldgaze's ability to stay strong in hard times. “Swell. The new responsibilities as deputy are riveting, a life I'm proud to see fit for myself. And what about you? How have you been?” Razorfang seemed cautious at the end of his sentence, walking a tight circle around his former mentor with calculating eyes upon his skinny figure. Coldgaze had never been uncomfortable with Razorfang's ways. So, he simply chuckled softly until once again being face-to-face with the deputy.
“Age has taken a toll on my bones, but it isn't time for my retirement yet.” Coldgaze fluffed out his coat, blinking his ghostly blue eyes before fixating them upon Razorfang. “I'm thinking of doing one more round of hunting. Would you care to join me?”
Razorfang smirked pleasantly, flanking himself beside the senior warrior. “It'd be an honour.” He nodded, pushing himself forward, but careful to not move at a pace any quicker than what was efficient for Coldgaze. And, the duo of black and white set off into the forest side by side. Soft words were exchanged between them upon their departure, catching a few unbelieving eyes as they passed by. A side of Razorfang was exhibited when with Coldgaze that few were familiarized with.
Coldgaze brought up a few new hunting techniques he had been perfecting, hunting techniques that he wished to share with Razorfang. The deputy offered his thanks, the excitement of a kit coursing through his muscled frame. Even now, with a status higher than Coldgaze's own, it was never an issue to learn new things from the white tom. It was simply for old time's sake; when Coldgaze was the teacher, acting as a guide for the much smaller-sized bundle of black fur. Nothing had changed, in Razorfang's mind. Sure, he no longer was required to learn. But, in this particular case, the bond between mentor-apprentice was never altered. And, it never would be.