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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2018 21:42:42 GMT -5
Wolfjaw The large black cat moved quickly through StoneClan lands, his piercing yellow eyes scanning his surroundings as he made his way to the Moss Meadow. This large expanse of land is probably the furthest of the clan lands from camp, but Wolfjaw didn’t mind the trek out. He enjoyed getting some exercise, and would take every opportunity to stretch his legs that he possibly could. He didn’t mind some alone time, either.
He knew he was in the right place when the terrain turned from gravelly rocks to soft moss. His pads barely made a sound as his moved onto the moss, his weight making him sink slightly into the soft vegetation. He often came here to hunt as this meadow was quite bountiful in mice. The black tom cat put his nose to the wind, trying to see if there was any scent of prey in the area.
He paused, catching a faint scent of mouse. His ears flicked forward as he saw something small and scrawny dart out of the moss in front of him. He pounced forward, claws out and ready to connect with his victim; but unfortunately, all he caught was a big ball of moss. He hissed in irritation as the mouse scampered away and back into the vegetation. He paused to look at the ground with his tail lashing back and forth. “You’re such a mousebrain.” He mumbled to himself.
StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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Post by Fawn on Nov 24, 2018 8:04:51 GMT -5
Leaf-fall 30 Gray and overcast, the wind returns and hangs around all day. It was a terrible day for hunting, in Honeynose's opinion. The she-cat, with her neat and tidy appearance of short white fur with tabby patches, lamented the strength of the wind that put a chill under her coat and gave her scent away to potential prey. It was almost leafbare, her least favorite season for a myriad of reasons, and it seemed she wasn't the only one feeling a little... nervous.
The birds and rodents were busy, but not too busy that they couldn't check their surroundings or recognize the sharp scent of cat when it was almost on top of them. "Aw, I almost had you!" Honeynose watched, large eyes rueful as a bird flapped away into the wide overcast sky. Though the steady press of trees made her claustrophobic, Honeynose wistfully pictured herself hunting in a forested terrain, sheltered from the wind and chill just enough to get a nice pile of prey going.
With the grackle's alarm calls still fresh in her ears, Honeynose broke into a trot, in search of a better hunting area. In keeping with Hawkstar's safety rules, Honeynose was not just out hunting by herself; instead, she had brought her brother Sedgefoot along, and Wolfjaw brought the party number up to the required three cats. Seeing a familiar tabby pelt a few foxlengths away, Honeynose quickly skittered out of her brother's hunting area. She'd already failed to catch her own prey, the last thing she wanted was to spoiled another cat's hunting session.
The terrain shifted under paw, and Honeynose felt her spirits lift with the softness of cool moss under her paw pads. It didn't make her feel any warmer, but she always found the sensation of moss to be soothing. It reminded her of better days. Her favorite days, when she could curl up in her nest and sleep as long as she wanted to - usually because it was raining.
I'm sure I can find a mouse or two here, unless the other hunting patrols already picked the place over. The moss meadow was a popular spot, for obvious reasons. Honeynose paused, trying to catch a few prey-smells, and that's when she heard it - a hiss of frustration.
Honeynose's pelt prickled, feeling a stab of guilt. Oh no! Did I scare off more prey? The slender she-cat scampered over to where the hiss had come from, looking apologetically at the tall, dark-furred warrior. Black was a common coat color, but Honeynose couldn't help thinking of Vipertail every time she saw it; but the eyes, which were a luminous shade of gold, couldn't be any more different than Vipertail's.
It wasn't a very good thing to think, but Honeynose was a little glad she hadn't ruined Vipertail's hunting session. Honeynose winced. "I'm so sorry, did I mess you up? I'm terrible on windy days, I just can't seem to stay downwind." Even as she spoke, a cool breeze fluttered through her fur, making her seize up and shiver.
StarClan, she never liked these cold, blustery months.
It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dreamWord Count: 504 WordsTags: @ash Notes: 36 Moons, bio link here!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2018 13:56:41 GMT -5
Wolfjaw The rest of the hunting party caught up to him, and while he was somewhat sad that his brief moment of alone time was over; he was sure they could catch more as a party. Hopefully. He watched as a familiar small tabby and white she-cat came scampering towards him. Wolfjaw looked away from where the mouse had disappeared and instead into the yellow-green eyes of Honeynose. She seemed apologetic as if she had been the cause of the mouse getting away, but Wolfjaw shook his head. “No, Honeynose, it’s alright,” He responded gruffly. “It was my own fault; I think I was upwind. It’s quite tricky to hunt in this wind.” He grumbled.
It was chilly, but his pelt was thick although short. He didn’t mind the cold so much, but the wind was throwing him off. The scents of prey blew everywhere, mingling with his own party and confusing him. His tail thrashed from side to side, annoyed. Thankfully he didn’t have a hunting reputation to uphold – he was known for being a skilled fighter, not a skilled mouse catcher. He shook his head, bringing himself back to the conversation at hand.
“I thought that this place might be a good place to hunt, but this wind is definitely making things difficult.” He remarked, glancing around for any other small creatures scurrying about. “Have you or Sedgefoot had any luck yet?” He asked. The large black tom looked at Honeynose watching the wind blow through her fur. He didn’t know the other warrior all that well, only ever speaking words to her in passing. Maybe that would all change today.
TAGS: Fawn - Words: 272 - Notes: Sorry it's short! Just getting warmed up StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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Post by Fawn on Nov 29, 2018 7:49:15 GMT -5
"I haven't, but Sedgefoot might have." she replied, happy to commiserate with him on this overly windy day. "Want to try hunting in pairs? Maybe that'll increase our chances. Two scents might make it harder for the prey to decide where to run." It was a theory she had no substantial evidence for, but Honeynose gazed at Wolfjaw with agreeableness nonetheless.
Even if this weather was about as comfortable for her as a bed of hedgehogs, Honeynose wasn't about to go home with absolutely nothing to show for it. There wasn't much competition between Honeynose and her three other siblings; maybe because they never saw her as a worthy competitor? She wasn't about to change that in the future, but as a matter of pride, she did not want her littermates to see her walk back to camp, tail between her legs and paws empty.
While she waited on an answer, Honeynose wracked her brain for anything interesting to say, or a nice topic to bring up that might interest him. Being six moons apart, they had just missed each other in the apprentices' den, or she'd been made a warrior shortly after he'd become a 'paw, so there was little previous interaction Honeynose could call upon.
Deciding to be honest, Honeynose forced a laugh, pushing past her own meekness as best she could. "This is awkward, isn't it? We're Clanmates, but I feel like I barely know you!" Let's see... Wolfjaw hasn't had an apprentice before either, has he? Thank StarClan I'm not the only one. With her own interests being more nursery-directed than mentorship-directed, Honeynose at first hadn't minded how her friends were all getting the chance to raise the next generation.
Until it felt painfully obvious that she was the only one getting passed over for the esteemed duty. It stung, to be sure, but Honeynose was nothing if not blithely optimistic. She'd get one eventually - or she'd happily go into the nursery and watch her kits become apprentices in their own turn. If only Vipertail would just... give her a clearer picture about his feelings. How many moons could she keep padding after him, only to stop short of a real relationship?
It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dreamWord Count: 366 WordsTags: @ash williams (Vipertail mention!) Notes: Possible love triangle in the works~?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 20:08:07 GMT -5
Wolfjaw Wolfjaw nodded at her response, wondering whether Sedgefoot did indeed catch anything. Above all, he didn’t want to return to camp without some fresh-kill. Soon leaf-bare would be upon them and prey would be even more sparse than it already was. He nodded at Honeynose when she suggested pairing up.
It could be an advantage, or it could work totally against them… but he was kind of excited to get to know someone in the clan a bit better. He enjoyed socializing but didn’t have any connections with anyone. He tried to make it seem like he wasn’t as excited as he was. “Yeah, sure. We could give it a try, I guess.” He shrugged, acting nonchalant.
His yellow eyes watched the older warrior and his thoughts shifted. He was an apprentice when she was a warrior, and even now that they were both warriors they had never been put on patrol or hunting assignments together before today. She seemed nice enough. He realized he had been staring at Honeynose for a few moments too long and turned away embarrassedly.
“Yeah, it’s a bit awkward,” He agreed, gruffly. “So, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself while we try to find a better spot to catch some fresh-kill?” He asked politely. Wolfjaw brought his nose up to the wind and let the scents dance around him. With a flick of his tail he began moving downwind in a slow pace to make sure Honeynose could speak and keep up with him.
TAGS: Fawn - Words: 253 - Notes: ooooh~ love me a good love triangle StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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Post by Fawn on Dec 3, 2018 9:50:03 GMT -5
Wolfjaw's invitation to speak was met with pricked ears and brightening eyes. She may not have been an expert huntress or fighter, she was an average warrior at best, but what she lacked in technical skill Honeynose liked to think she made up for in friendliness and acceptance. This was not the sort of cat that would turn her nose up at anyone's company, regardless of anything that might have made them 'unique' in the eyes of the Clan.
Honeynose skipped along, her pace jaunty as she got swept up in her own words.
"Let's see... where to start? The beginning right? Lotusfur and Thrushtail were my parents, and I was born third or fourth in a big litter - I can never remember the order, Sedgefoot would know! - with Kitekit, Sedgefoot and Cloverspring." The she-cat's cheerful mien dimmed briefly, as she paid her respects to her deceased brother. "Kitekit and I were really close, he was the leader of our litter, but greencough..."
Honeynose cleared her throat. "Anyway, it's a shame you never got to meet him! I think I remember you and your family living in the nursery just after my siblings and I moved into the apprentices den." Honeynose squinted, her big eyes narrowed as if trying to see through the mists of faded memories. "And then I remember seeing you just as I was leaving for the warriors den. I didn't become a warrior until I was fifteen moons."
Honeynose laughed, a little self-conscious and hoping it wasn't showing too badly. "I had to go through some mentor switching in the beginning, and the greencough epidemic meant I started a moon later than everyone else. But it worked out in the end; that's how I met my best friends. Hazelcloud and Herondive."
There was, unfortunately, a gap between Honeynose and all of her friends. Herondive was 6 moons older than she was, and Hazelcloud was three moons younger. But the stars had been kind, and they had been able to form everlasting friendships despite the age differences. She couldn't imagine her life without those two cats. They were as important to her as her siblings.
Maybe cats were just... born exactly when they were meant to?
It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream
Word Count: 372 Words Tags: @ash Notes: She's such a chatterbox!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 23:02:54 GMT -5
Wolfjaw The two cats padded closely as they moved through the moss. He looked to his new hunting partner and saw her pricked ears and bright eyes. It appeared she was happy to talk. Wolfjaw hoped he could continue being polite for her sake. She skipped along, not seemingly aware of what her paws were doing – she was making enough noise to alert any prey of their whereabouts. He held his tongue, his tail lashing from side to side as they moved and listened to the she-cat speak.
She dived into her whole family history, the end of her story ending with a brief damper on her bright mood. The tom felt a small pang of guilt for being inwardly annoyed and was glad he didn’t mention that she was probably sending all of their prey running in the opposite direction. The greencough epidemic moons and moons ago was very bad, he had heard. He was younger than Honeynose and was not even born when it had swept through camp. “I’m sorry about Kitekit,” He said respectfully. Losing a family member was a serious matter. He genuinely felt sorry for her. “It’s never easy to go through that.” He added.
She laughed though, and launched right back into her past. He learned far more than he probably would ever want to learn about her but he was still feeling a bit bad for her about her brother so he allowed her to prattle on about her best friends. He got a little distracted by the scents of the mossy meadow around him, but tried to focus his attention back on his companion—wanted or unwanted—with a grumble. “Mmph. Well. I guess it worked out then.” He said distractedly.
The large black tom flicked his ears back, listening to the sounds around them. He thought he heard some scurrying in the moss a few hare’s hops in front of them. “Shhh…” He hissed to Honeynose quietly. He dropped into a crouch, his haunches swaying back and fourth as he slowly padded towards the sound. He stopped and his eyes moved towards a small brown mouse. With a mighty push off of his back legs he sprang into the air and felt his claws dig into the soft pelt of the mouse.
He finished it off with a quick bite, picking it up and turning towards Honeynose with his prize in his mouth. He dropped it nearby and covered it with some moss to come back to it later. “Now you need to catch up.” He joked, his tail flicking good naturedly as he looked at the she-cat pointedly. He rather enjoyed hunting, but not as much as he enjoyed fighting. Too bad he wasn’t on a border patrol. He sighed.
TAGS: Fawn - Words: 459 - Notes: he's trying so hard not to be a jerk StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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Post by Fawn on Dec 11, 2018 16:37:53 GMT -5
“Shhh…”
Honeynose clamped her mouth shut, eyes wide and watchful as Wolfjaw dropped into a hunter's crouch. She'd been so caught up in telling him about herself, she'd forgotten their original purpose in going to the moss meadow. Hunting for the Clan, right. Right. I remember now! As much as she enjoyed having a new potential friend to interact with, Honeynose knew she had a role to play, even if her thoughts couldn't be further from the present.
Wolfjaw lunged forward and returned with a new trophy, the small brown mouse limp between his teeth. "Great catch!" Honeynose gushed, then swept her tail over her mouth. Should she have stayed quiet? Oops. But Wolfjaw only flicked his tail at her and issued a sort of challenge.
"Catch 'up'? What kind of prey is that?" Honeynose feigned ignorance, then winced. "Sorry, that was a really bad joke." Before he could think too poorly of her, Honeynose lightly stepped through the cushiony moss, letting her naturally sharp senses do their thing.
She wasn't just called Honeynose for the spot of gingery-brown fur on her muzzle; Honeynose was a better-than-average tracker. She was good at flushing out prey or even picking up a few lost scent trails the others missed. The wind was still not doing her any favors, but Honeynose moved dilligently, letting her gaze go out of focus while she concentrated purely on scent.
Stale... Stale... Stale... There!
It was a similar musty leafy scent as a mouse, but with a slightly different tang to it. Shrew. Honeynose's eyes scanned the short foliage, hunkering down on tidy white paws and creeping forward. She didn't quite locate it through sight alone, but her superior scentwork made up for it; the shrew-smell led her to a small crevice in a nearby collection of rocks.
I think I found its home. Honeynose felt a bit bad, but an easy catch was an easy catch. Slipping one of her paws in, Honeynose winced against the panicked, squeaky rustling of an invaded den, and tugged the creature up into the air. Honeynose pounced, stunning it and finishing it off before it could make any more noise.
Relieved she hadn't made a fool of herself in front of Wolfjaw, Honeynose skipped back, setting her catch down between them. "Not bad, right? You know, when my first mentor Crimsonshadow took me to the little woods for the first time, I caught a mouse. I thought it was a mouse. It's snout looked so funny I thought I'd squished it." Honeynose's mrrow-ow-ow was warm.
Obviously now she knew it was a shrew, but Honeypaw had been more than a little distraught by the unintentional prey-mangling.
It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream
Word Count: 446 Words Tags: @ash Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 18:36:44 GMT -5
Wolfjaw At his challenge of catching up, Honeynose took the opportunity to make a joke in response. Wolfjaw couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at her joke. “It was pretty bad,” He snorted in agreement, bright yellow eyes dancing with amusement. It wasn’t too often that he allowed others to see his softer side, but there was something about the good natured she-cat that made him feel comfortable.
The she-cat padded into the moss with a focused look. The large black tom watched as his companion flicked through the scents, deep in concentration. Her eyes scanned the moss, and she shrunk down and started creeping towards a small pile of rocks. He watched with admiration as she clawed the shrew out of the rocks, into the air and pounced on it; finishing her prey off quickly. “Well done. I must say that was quite impressive!” Wolfjaw commented as she skipped back towards him.
He chuckled softly at her story, imagining a younger Honeynose with a shrew and being absolutely appalled thinking she had crushed the face of a mouse. “Did Crimsonshadow correct you at least, or did he go on letting you think you’d squished a mouse?” He teased. Wolfjaw couldn’t help but feel himself beginning to enjoy her companionship. At first he was more than a bit annoyed by her constant chattering, but now he enjoyed it. He tilted his head and looked at her.
“I remember when I was an apprentice I thought that squirrels were really strange thin rabbits with long tails. My siblings never let me live it down.” He shook his head at the memory of his siblings laughing. He had tried to be a know-it-all and tell them all about rabbits when he was referring to a squirrel. His mentor had corrected him in front of everyone and taught Wolfjaw a lesson about arrogance. His ears grew warm at the memory.
TAGS: Fawn - Words: 318 - Notes: - StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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Post by Fawn on Dec 18, 2018 18:21:44 GMT -5
Wolfjaw's praise sent bashful warmth from her ears to her paws. That was a pretty good catch! Ah, she wished Vipertail could have seen it...
"Crimsonshadow corrected me right away. I must have looked pretty horrified!" Honeynose mewed, able to laugh at herself now that so many moons had passed. Honeynose didn't have much pride to begin with; she loved to share things with others, to connect, even if that meant swapping a few embarrassing stories.
"Well they're kind of like tree-rabbits," Honeynose laughed, tail waving and bobbing like a bumblebee over a flower stalk. "They hop from branch to branch! I think it's a good thing Honeypaw and Wolfpaw didn't bump into any new prey together, we'd have really made fools of ourselves!"
Honeynose could picture the serious tom trying to educate his siblings; the certainty she could imagine made the image that much funnier. The story warmed her to him quickly. They didn't know each other well, but Honeynose felt the first few stirrings of friendship. She chattered while she buried the prey. "I've never caught a tree-rabbit before - oops, I mean a squirrel. Have you? They're so fast! And once they reach the trees..." Honeynose shook her head. "It's like watching a bird fly away." No chance to get at them, not unless they suddenly became TreeClan cats.
Her imagination was like wildfire, and Honeynose gazed past Wolfjaw, trying to picture what that must be like; to be light enough to stand on tree branches, fast enough to catch a squirrel, brave enough to feel no fear of heights... A ripple of second-hand horror passed over the tabby-and-white she-cat. "Can you imagine being up so high? Great StarClan, I'll keep my paws firmly on the ground."
She was definitely not a TreeClan cat, and Honeynose was relieved over that fact. Honeynose wouldn't intentionally say anything bad about another Clan, but the truth was that TreeClan didn't have Herondive and Hazelcloud, Maplestorm and Vipertail. Ospreywing and Hawkstar.
"I don't want to imagine being underground, either." Honeynose's attention cycled onto LightningClan. "LightningClan lives in a bunch of tunnels. I hear NightClan cats live in a cave, too. Strange, isn't it?"
RainClan boasted a river, and TreeClan had it's forests. But StoneClan? With rock below and sky above, Honeynose believed they were in the sweet spot. That perfect place between too high and too low. Too wide open and too closed off. StoneClan's territory was perfect. Even if she and the other short-coated cats of StoneClan would benefit from more landmarks to break up the wind.
It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream
Word Count: 426 Words Tags: @ash Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 21:43:54 GMT -5
Wolfjaw Wolfjaw let out a gruff chuckle thinking of Honeynose and the horrified look she would have had. It wasn’t hard to picture the she-cat’s expression. He felt himself grow warm at her laugh, and looked away from her bashfully. “Yeah, kind of,” He agreed. “Indeed. Perhaps they should just allow us to name the new prey, instead.” He chuckled. The black tom had a small smirk on his face.
The she-cat buried the shrew, continuing chatting on. He was getting used to her talkativeness, not minding only adding a comment here and there. It was nice that she could comfortably carry the conversation. “I haven’t! I tried to catch the one I was talking about earlier, but I was distracted by the embarrassment of calling it a tree-rabbit…” He trailed off in amusement lost in the thought.
She seemed to get lost in thought for a moment, and then mused what it would be like being as high as a bird. He looked at the tabby-and-white warrior thoughtfully. He never considered what that would be like. He shook his head apprehensively at the thought. Like his namesake, he would much prefer to keep four paws on the ground.
“I’m glad we are StoneClan,” He agreed, twitching his whiskers at the thought of the other clan’s camps. “It is really strange how the others live. But I suppose to them it’s as normal as our camp is to us.” He mused, lost in thought. “I wouldn’t change a thing about our camp!” He added proudly, head high.
TAGS: Fawn - Words: 256 - Notes: she's so cute! StoneClan | Warrior | 30 Moons | Tom-Cat
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