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nightfur (he/him) | galeclan

Nightfur stepped out of the warriors den, stretching his legs one at a time and letting out a large yawn. He looked skyward, realizing that the morning had very much started without him, the day nearing sunhigh with every passing moment. Feeling a little bit of guilt rise in him, the tom stood on his paws and shook out his black fur, which had already begun to soak in the heat after only a few moments in the sun. He had always gotten exhausted quickly during greenleaf, and while he far preferred the warmer seasons versus the cold just for the ease of every day activities and feeling fed, it was still sometimes difficult to push his way through extra sunny days. Nightfur felt as though he drank far more water during greenleaf, thinking that he could drink the entire lake that sat along the border that was shared with MistClan.

It seemed some days that the rival Clan claimed the entire length of the pond for themselves, which Nightfur wasn't entirely sure he understood. Did they really need the land along the shores that were closer to GaleClan camp, land that they would either need to walk a long way past Crayfish Beach to reach, pass the Whispering Gully or swim across the lake to reach? He wasn't even sure he agreed, and felt that perhaps GaleClan deserved a share of this land since it was so far from the reach of MistClan camp anyways. He didn't dare bring this up to Owlstar or Nightrunner though, unsure if it was truly his place to mention.

Nightrunner. Speaking of the deputy, Nightfur realized that he hadn't even been given a patrol to take part in today, and suddenly felt a bit of his guilt fade away. Sure, he should be taking it upon himself to join one of the patrols as a good, loyal warrior of GaleClan, but was it not the deputy's job to prepare the patrols for the day? The tom began to nervously wonder whether the deputy was perhaps past his prime - after all, most cats his age were retiring to the elder's den. Maybe bringing up his feelings about the shoreline of the lake with Owlstar wouldn't be a terrible idea ...

For the time being, Nightfur pushed the thought out of his mind. Instead, he searched his gaze around the camp to try and spot any other cats who maybe didn't have any plans for the day. His gaze passed over mentors and apprentices who likely either had training to get to or may be enjoying a simple day off of training in the warm sun, and of course passed over any elders, queens and kits who wouldn't join the warrior unless GaleClan was desperate for the extra bodies. But, the fact is that they weren't desperate, and he should be able to find a warrior to join him to stretch his legs.

As though StarClan had heard his exact thoughts, Nightfur managed to spot a large, brown tabby tom who perhaps had also only recently woken up. The black-furred warrior got to his paws and trotted over, his tail high in the air with a friendly disposition as he approached, "Bearbelly!" he called out happily. The two GaleClan toms had always been rather friendly with one another, both being quite chatty cats who enjoyed watching over the younger cats of the Clan. In fact, Bearbelly was a bit younger than Nightfur, though not by many moons - simply enough moons for Nightfur to have been an apprentice by the time the tom was born, and have received his warrior name by the time he became an apprentice. Nightfur thought back to his earlier life, thinking about times he might have even done his best to try and give Bearbelly some friendly advice to get through apprenticehood or early warriorhood, even if he had never been the tom's mentor directly. Nightfur certainly never tried to take the spotlight away from Bearbelly's actual mentor, Jaywing, but there was never any shame or frowns from other cats for any cat who simply wanted to help give advice to make their Clan - whether LightningClan or GaleClan - the best that it could be.

"I was thinking of doing some hunting while it's still Greenleaf, care to join me?" he asked pleasantly, looking around the camp for any other cats who looked like they might have a spare morning to join. It was true that leaf-fall was just around the corner, though Nightfur didn't want to admit that he relished the slightly cooler weather. He'd always enjoyed leaf-fall, when the weather was warm enough for prey to still be active, but cool enough that he didn't feel like collapsing after running through the open fields for practically no time at all.

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[Aqua]

Along the edges of camp a large, ball of fluff lay by itself. The feline himself laying on his back, all spread out looking like a strange critter had invaded the camp. Bearbelly had gotten up quite early that morning, rising right after the morning patrol had left for the border. Nightrunner had not tasked him with any patrols for that day so he was at a loss for what to do. He had run both a hunt and a patrol just the day before so he felt the need to at least relax for the morning. After all, a big boy like himself could get tired pretty quick if he pushed too hard...not that he'd admit to that. He'd just laugh it off and keep going like nothing happened. It was just in his kind and talkative nature to keep things positive even if it was something wrong with himself.

The tom lets out a deep sigh, rolling to his side with a poof of dirt rising from underneath him. He probably looked ridiculous right about now from laying the way he had been. His fluffy, tabby fur all raveled up and probably dusty from the dry dirt on the camp floor. He chuckled, trying to imagine himself looking like a big dirtball just laying here. He wouldn't be shocked if the younger cats got a giggle out of seeing him, heck, he'd probably laugh at himself. With a slight grunt, the large tom heaves himself up into a seated position. He then proceeds to start grooming himself, getting his fur flattened back down to his muscular bod. Couldn't stay looking a mess after all.

"Bearbelly!"

The call of his name made the tom stopped his steady cleaning to glance around the camp. Who was calling for him? From the entrance of the warrior's den, a black tom with a white spot on his chest came trotting his way. The big tom recognized the face of Nightfur, a fellow warrior. Nightfur was another friendly soul of the clan that Bearbelly had come to know fairly well. He was a bit older than himself, already an apprentice when Bearbelly was born into the clan. But the age gap didn't effect the fact that the two were quite similar. They had had a few interactions through the many moons, Nightfur trying to give him some helpful advice when he was an apprentice of the clan. Doing exactly what Bearbelly enjoyed doing with the younger felines as well. "Rough morning Nightfur?" The tom meowed, playfully teasing the other tom for clearly getting up late for the day.

"Some hunting you say? That sounds like it could be fun." Bearbelly chuckled, getting up and giving himself a good stretch. "I've been laying around most of the morning so I'm due to get up and accomplish something." The large tom gives his fur one last shake to get himself clean before looking back to the other warrior. Nightfur was glancing around the camp as if maybe searching for another cat to join their hunt. Surely there was more than just the two of them that were not assigned to a patrol.

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[xvinn]

nightfur (he/him) | galeclan

A friendly purr erupted from Nightfur at the mention of his waking up rather late in the day. He wasn't going to argue that Bearbelly was clearly right and that the tom had slept in later than usual - he was certainly just thankful he didn't have an apprentice to look out for right now watching him slack off! "Can't be any more rough than yours," he teased back, looking at the dirt the fellow warrior had gathered in his long tabby fur before he stood up and shook it all out. Nightfur braced himself for the cloud of dust and shed fur from the warmer seasons - and began to wonder if long-furred cats like Bearbelly understood the heat in the same way that Nightfur did. The sun was often insufferable on his black fur during Greenleaf, but was wonderful for Newleaf and Leaf-Fall - it didn't provide too much warmth though during Leafbare, and certainly envied those with longer fur at that point. It must have been nice too when the winds crossed the tree-barren fields of GaleClan in particular, which could chill Nightfur right down to the bone on some mornings.

As he turned to shield his eyes from Bearbelly's shakedown, the tom managed to catch glimpse of another cat, "Oy! Emberheart!" he called out, ironically enough to a cat who probably suffered the most from the heat if Nightfur was thinking about it. While he was sitting here complaining about his dark fur, and wondering how Bearbelly managed with his long fur, Emberheart had relatively fluffy black fur, truly the worst of both worlds when it came to warm seasons. He ceratinly wouldn't be shocked if he declined the invitation, but Nightfur also knew that Emberheart was also one with a decent wit, so hopefully he might find some enjoyment being out with Bearbelly and Nightfur. "Bearbelly and I were gonna go for a hunt - wanna see which of us can catch the fattest rabbit?" he purred, hoping to egg on the other warrior.

He then looked back towards the tabby, "Of course, it's no question that - as the most experienced of the three of us - I would be a shoe-in to win such a contest," he baited with a purr in his throat. Of course, Emberheart was barely younger than Nightfur, but it still made the game more inticing as he stood and stretched his front legs a bit, "I'll just have to show you youngsters how it's done."

Aqua / bearbelly ● 434 words

[Aqua]

Bearbelly smirked from ear to ear as Nightfur poked fun at his crazy fur-do. Having such a long coat like he did made it easy to look all unkempt and dirty around here. Even just the floor of their own den could cause his fur to be a wreck in the mornings. In fact, if he didn't groom it multiple times through the day he would probably look like a hairball someone had spit up. "It ain't easy being a fluffball, lemme tell ya." He laughs, playing right along with the other tom. "It's both a blessing and a curse." The tom let a low purr rise from his chest, happy he had someone he could joke around with.

A couple moments after Bearbelly gave himself a good shake, Nightfur called out across the clearing. Bearbelly watched as the dust began to fall from his dirty shaking to reveal Emberheart out across the clearing from them. The black colored tom slowly made his way over to the duo, clearly free of any duties at this moment as well. This provided the perfect opportunity for the trio to head out on the moors and mess around. Nightfur even went on to say something about seeing who could catch the fattest rabbit. The tom smirked at this. While he was large and a little slower than the normal warrior, he was known for catching some of the fatter critters. The bigger they were, the slower they were giving him full advantage. He was confident he could catch something that would be in the running for top spot.

Bearbelly let out a hearty laugh as Nightfur went on to say he was the most experienced. "Experienced eh? I thought they just called that being old." The tom poked back at the black and white warrior. "And I'm sure us youngsters can teach you some new things." He playfully nudged Emberheart's shoulder at this, knowing the tom was also just a little younger than Nightfur was. Although age really didn't make too much of a difference out on the moor's, it was still fun to tease the other tom. All an attempt to get everyone riled up for this little competition in hunting.

Bearbelly takes the opportunity to start heading for the camp entrance. "Come along old fellas. Wouldn't want to keep these rabbits waiting now would we?" He laughs as his fluffy tail disappears out of camp.

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