[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The exceptionally sized Rainclan warrior was positioned at the edge's of camp in wait for both Sandstripe and Blizzardclaw. The two fellow toms were both suitable company in Razorfang's mind. Sandstripe was an intelligent cat, not necessarily having the most bulky form but instead, a tall figure with formal movements. Whereas Blizzardclaw was older than both toms, having a senior warrior status. But, that hardly affected the tom's strength and agility. Indeed, they'd make adequate companions for today's border patrol. Razorfang never fancied spending thorough amounts of time with cats that didn't quite meet the standards he had drilled into the depths of his mind. Of course, these thoughts never caused Razorfang to frown upon anyone with any less respect than the next. However, they did sometimes cause the cold-hearted tom to keep his distance as to avoid the annoyance it'd offer. Gray-green eyes analyzed his surroundings thoughtfully, taking in the scenery as the tom's hind limbs folded beneath his weight in preperation for however much longer he'd sit in silence awaiting the duo's arrival. The dim rays of sunlight reflected light brown on his normally darker toned face mask, cascading a glisten of pure white flashes within the depths of his normally dull, uninterested stare. Even seated and seemingly zoned out into the outer limits of vast space... Razorfang was secretly still entirely alert. The sky did in fact have the majority of his current attention, but he assured his large, ebony ears remained constantly swiveling in every which direction to capture sounds that didn't quite belong. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Phoenix]

The first thing he noticed when he stepped out of the den was the sheer mellowness - if that was even a word - of the weather. Howling winds and flurries of snow had given way to a relative calm, and though the sky was still overcast, sunlight filtered through the thick layer of clouds. The temperature was bearable, at least, if not completely comfortable; the warm cloud in front of his nose reminded him of the season's presense. Though it was far from the end of leaf-bare and the hardships to come, Sandstripe allowed himself some hope for the future. If this weather continued, RainClan would fare considerably better than he anticipated. Things were looking almost optimistic.

Bringing his awareness back to the controllable, the warrior automatically shifted his critical gaze to the prey pile, which had remained, more or less, at a constant size that indicated near starvation. It was at no fault to RainClan's warriors either; every day Sandstripe saw patrols entering and exiting the camp to go hunting for what little prey was left, but rewards for all their work were rare and far between. Perhaps the pleasant weather would bring out the prey as well. While he stretched long, golden legs, he surveyed the familiar area, nodding a greeting to the few felines who walked past him. Flexing his claws at the end of his stretch, Sandstripe glanced around for any free warriors, intending on inviting them to come along for a patrol of some sort - anything so this weather was not wasted. In the absense of any figure of authority - Swanfeather, though a valuable medicine cat, was not the same as a real leader - the warriors and senior warriors alike had taken to organizing patrols on their own, and so a sense of controlled chaos had started to lurk in the shadows of his awareness. RainClan needed a leader soon, anyone who would take control and lead the band of independent cats that slowly seemed to be forming. But who to invite?

Razorfang. Yellow eyes lit upon the tom, who lingered near the entrance of the camp. Perhaps the other warrior had already formed a patrol and was waiting for the cats to gather. Or perhaps he had nothing to do. Either way, Sandstripe intended on inquiring as to whether he could join the younger tom. Like most warriors in RainClan, Razorfang had always demanded a kind of respect, and the warrior did not find it hard to fulfill that request; in particular, the tom had an air of competence and control about him, and if anything, he was a loyal warrior. Approaching the subject of his musings, Sandstripe dipped his head politely in greeting. "Good morning, Razorfang. I think it would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this--" He gestured lightly to the clouds with his tail, indicating the weather "--by staying in camp, wouldn't you agree?"

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Blizzardclaw was just finishing with another of his training sessions, he leaned down and lapped at a small puddle near where he had been training. The cool water did well to calm the white warriors’ ragged breathing, he himself closing his eyes and taking deep breaths hoping to get it under control. After taking his time to cool off and taking a few laps around the camp, Blizzard started towards the entrance so as to move onto the next order of business. Patrol time. The weather concerned him little, it would prove better for hunting but as for him his daily activities never changed. Train, patrol, do whatever the leader needs done, rinse, repeat.
He was even happy to see there was something of a patrol waiting at the entrance consisting of Sandstripe and Razorfang. “You two going out on patrol?” He asked casually as he strolled up, “I wouldn’t mind joining if you unless you two need some… alone time.” He grinned slyly after making the jab hoping to bring a lightened mood to the group.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang had acknowledged Sandstripe's approaching with the subtle twitch of his large black ears, remaining generally unfocused upon the tawny furred tom until he was detected directly before Razorfang. His gray-green eyes processed a casual blink, his neck protruding from its knelt position to meet Sandstripe's yellow gaze as he addressed him. Indeed, it would be a shame to simply sit back and waste the first day of suitable weather Rainclan had seen in a decent amount of time. Regardless of Sandstripe not precisely stating he wished to partake in some form of event, Razorfang had caught on. The large, obsidian furred warrior nodded solemnly, his stone-like gaze piercing like venom into the depths of Sandstripe's alert stare. “Good morning, Sandstripe.” It felt necessary he return the greeting as to not come across rude at a time when such a trait was unneeded from the warrior. “I would have to agree with you. Something profitable to our clan could surely come from an opportunity granted from the weather.” Razorfang glanced passed Sandstripe's tall figure as a white furred body with black stripes was detected nearing. Immediately, the fragrance of Blizzardclaw identified the senior warrior to Razorfang before his eyes required to fully adjust. In greeting, Razorfang dipped his head formally, only for a ripple of agitation to disturb his peaceful mood. Alone time with Sandstripe? The amusement laced across Blizzardclaw's facial features hinted that the senior warrior was merely 'joking'. But nevertheless, Razorfang couldn't help himself from being surged with a hot flash of dissatisfaction. The temperamental version of Razorfang was struggling to not burst at the seems and lash out with intentional violence. But at the same time, there was the reasonable version of Razorfang which continued to remind him the cat before him was not foe, but instead a member of his clan. He forced a grin across his hazelnut toned jaw, though, a cat would be foolish to believe he had been overly pleased. “Alone time is unnecessary,” he retorted, perhaps even a blind reference to how unnecessary Blizzardclaw's humour had been in the depths of Razorfang's cold mind. “The more that wish to join Sandstripe and I, the better.” There was still a glimpse of the fire raging in Razorfang's stone cold expression. But regardless, he attempted to remain utmost polite to the senior warrior before him. Only he would take such great offense to nothing more than a simplistic joke. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Phoenix]

Razorfang's equally cryptic response made the ghost of a smile flicker across Sandstripe's features, and the tom dipped his head in a shallow nod, glad that they were of a similar mindset. Some warriors, it seemed, did not appreciate the full gravity of leaf-bare and its implications, and those kinds would rather waste a day of pleasant weather by relaxing around camp and sleeping in. They had yet to realize that an off-day from the weather did not mean that it was an off-day for them. If anything, it meant extra work for the warriors of RainClan; it was better to take advantage of the opportunity and increase the size of the prey pile or to patrol the borders and renew old scent markings that had no doubt begun to fade. And that was what Sandstripe - and Razorfang, it seemed - fully intended to do. "Good," He murmured under his breath as he cast his gaze around camp. "Perhaps one more would like to join us?"

Coincidentally, a white tom with distinctive black stripes had decided to join their little party of two. Sandstripe nodded politely in greeting to Blizzardclaw - "You seem well, Blizzardclaw" - tail flicking as he confirmed the senior warrior's question with a simple, "Yes." Only the golden-furred warrior's knowledge of the newcomer and the grin that followed the words allowed him to take the good-natured joke with minimal offense. The senior warrior had gained an easy-going reputation around camp, quick to try and lighten a tense mood with a joke or witty comment, a talent that he believed belonged to select few. A glance at Razorfang told Sandstripe that the tom did not take the reference of a romantic relationship as lightly as his two companions, if his sharp words were any indication of his irritation.

Hoping to soothe any hurt that the younger warrior's retort may have caused, the golden tom smoothed over easily, "As with everything else, there is a time and a place for alone time, and I'm afriad that now is neither the time or the place. It would be a shame to waste such great weather, a sentiment we all seem to share." He let a smile travel across his lips, showing that he appreciated Blizzardclaw's attempt at humor, even if Razorfang did not. "Of course you are welcome to join our patrol, Blizzardclaw; in fact, we were just looking for one more before you came over."

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“Waste such great weather?” Blizzardclaw looked at him for a moment, “Honestly the weather shouldn’t matter, and all it dictates how we may prosper from our effort in the hunt.” The oldest of the group said as he laid out his fundamental disagreement with what Sandstripe had said, “Are you suggesting that other days deserve less work? On any other day should our clan expect less of us?” He added as he quirked an eyebrow, “Everyday you should give everything, everyday.” He said pausing to drive the point home, “It’s not because this clan should take everything you have, and then take a little more. It’s because when you devote your life to something give it everything you’ve got, or you will just be cheating yourself.” He stopped again and let it all sink in.

“I know that was… odd.” He said swiveling his head to give them each a hard stare, “You probably don’t even need to hear it, but as you get older never miss a chance to help a young warrior understand what it really means to live the life.” He was stone cold and serious as he passed on his tidbit of knowledge, he was even a bit worried they would be offended but he had received a similar lecture from the cat he had once idolized and his life had changed on that day. It was only a moment it seemed that the dead serious side of Blizzardclaw had shown itself, a short storm in his usual sunny as day attitude.

The white warrior started off out of the entrance as he turned and accepted the invite that had been extended so long before, “And I would love to join your hunting party-“He looked at Razorfang then Sandstripe delivering the names in that order, “-Tall dark and scary, young blood, you ready?” He grinned at them both as he pushed out of the camps entrance starting their hunt abruptly.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]It had seemed Sandstripe's proposition of making use of the weather had sparked a speech from the senior warrior. Blizzardclaw's point was knowledgeable, backed up by the radiance of experience the tom had confronted from his moons of being a warrior. Razorfang's large, obsidian ears had instinctively pricked upon the detection of a rant-like speech. Occasionally, nodding his head in a solemn manner to indicate he had been paying attention. Often, it wasn't necessarily easy to pinpoint when you had the utmost attentiveness of Razorfang upon your being; the expression laced through the utter dullness of the unusually captivating irises placed amongst the center of his facial structure everlasting, designed to pierce effortlessly like the venom of a provoked cobra of who’s defensive reaction was all the most deadly. At last, the group of two of which had instantaneously evolved into three was to set out and begin. Blizzardclaw, being the first to abruptly pivot on his heels and disperse into the territories had awoken the rested muscles of the limbs in which were folded into a seated position beneath the towering-sized tom's weight. Standing, he gestured a satisfactory nod in the direction of the tawny furred warrior, Sandstripe, before swiftly following the scent trails left by Blizzardclaw whom had departed moments earlier. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Phoenix]

Sandstripe blinked and flicked his ear as Blizzardclaw began to go off on something that seemed like an odd mix between a rant and a lecture. The point was valid, of course, and a very good idea to keep in mind, but the pale golden tom could not help but feel that it was a little wasted. Though he would store the knowledge away in his mind, most of the concepts were not new to the warrior, and he could not help but feel some indignation at having been lectured like an apprentice by a warrior who was only 2 moons his senior. But the irritation he felt was slight compared to the sense that the white tom with black stripes had simply misunderstood him. Sandstripe had been referring to the fact that some cats he knew would rather lay back down and relax in camp, enjoying the weather, rather than go and patrol or hunt and do something productive while the temperature cooperated and made their tasks easier.

But he did not believe the point worthy enough to pursue, so he let it die and brushed aside the indignation that had plagued him. Regardless of the reason, Blizzardclaw had made some good points, and it never hurt to be reminded of some qualities; that was all that he should remember. In any case, the older tom abruptly turned and lead the way out of camp, the sudden action bring Sandstripe back from his musings. The dark form of Razorfang passed in front of him as the other warrior followed the senior warrior out of camp with a slight nod in his direction. What else could he do? Sandstripe turned and padded after them in long strides, steps deliberate and calm. It did not take him long to catch up to the other two. He was content to walk in silence.

OOC: Completely lost my train of thought at the end, sorry

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Blizzardclaw wasn’t oblivious; he could tell that his words fell on semi-deaf ears and that they weren’t welcome much at all. It didn’t bug him one bit what they might think of him after his little speech, and he wouldn’t lose sleeping wishing he hadn’t said anything of the like. Blizzardclaw knew that they would probably think about what he had said, even if just out of annoyance at him, however he had planted the seed. The white warrior believed that you were never too old to stop learning, he also hoped that even if they were always keeping these ideas at the surface of their thoughts (which he was sure they probably weren’t) it would fuel them to spread them to younger cats who may have not familiarized themselves with the idea yet. The others may not even realize it, but all Blizzardclaw was doing was creating a ripple effect to hopefully benefit the morals of his clanmates. He had made the first splash, and now he was going to watch and see how far it went.

He quickly stuffed those thoughts deep into the recesses of his mind though, for he had hunting to do and couldn’t be distracting himself with idol thoughts. He didn’t think any members of the party needed policing, and was fine with the whole patrol turning into an informal event. “What do you think, mark the borders first then pad the fresh kill pile on the way back?” He called over his shoulder to the other two warriors in tow.