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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 9:57:49 GMT -5
Thistlerock rolled over in his nest. There was enough space between him and the other cats in the warriors' den that he could do so. For once he had free-time, no obligations keeping him busy. He was a naturally quiet cat who followed orders, so if someone were to barge in to the den and ask him to do something, he most definitely would. As it was, there was no one requiring things of him. He suppressed a lengthy yawn. His long fur was slightly astray from all the tossing and turning he'd done the night previous; he set about grooming it to a more proper state. He pulled out burrs he hadn't known were there, gathering them up into a little pile so that he could dispose of them outside of camp instead of leaving them in the warriors' den where they'd surely disturb the others who rested there. He was thoughtful that way.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 4, 2015 10:09:20 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan With no real trees in StoneClan's territory, there was hardly any shade—and hardly any cover from the storm-dark clouds and the downpour that spilled out of them. Eagletalon, with his short sandy coat, had returned with the dawn patrol clutching a finch and a mouse both, aware that he was fortunate to have been so successful with such a small window of opportunity thanks to the weather. He dropped both on the fresh kill pile, watching as an apprentice scooped up the mouse and carried it to the elders' den. I'll check on Viperkit and Heronkit soon.
Eagletalon was in the habit of bringing food to Frozenrain, the mate of Hawkstar, a cat he was so close to he considered him a blood-brother, despite no shared ancestors between them. Frozenrain was also the mother of Hawkstar's two kits, both still so new to the forest, so new to StoneClan; having no kits or mate of his own, he admittedly took great pleasure in playing the role of 'uncle' or 'god-father' to the pair. However, he wouldn't rob Hawkstar of the opportunity to provide for his new family—besides, Eagletalon noted with an amused twitch of his whiskers, entering the warriors' den after a brief shake by the stone opening to rid himself of any excess water, he's probably already brought them something.
Stepping into the comforting shadows of the StoneClan den, he moved carefully around his Clanmates, greeting the ones who were actually awake with a calm "Morning, I'd make yourselves comfortable because it's going to be a while before the rain lets up." He made a casual nod towards Thistlerock, who seemed to be the most awake of the Clan-cats still in the den. Word Count: 260 Words Tags: @moons
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 10:30:28 GMT -5
Thistlerock returned the nod, respectfully. Eagletalon and he had never spoken much, but Thistlerock knew the other tom was close to Hawkstar, which had to mean something. Of course Thistlerock didn't think that Eagletalon was higher in rank than himself because of this or anything, he just figured being friends with the leader of the Clan meant that Eagletalon probably knew things no one else did besides the leader and medicine cat. Thistlerock was known by everyone as a rather silent tom, but he surprised himself this morning by saying, "Have any luck hunting?" It might have been a foolish thing to ask. Prey-gathering in this weather was difficult. For all he knew he'd hit a sore spot for Eagletalon. Thistlerock was a skilled hunter but even he had trouble in this season, and whenever he failed it nagged at his mind for the entirety of the day.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 5, 2015 9:27:01 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan "I managed to beat out the rain," Eagletalon mewed humbly. StarClan had smiled upon his hunting this morning, and he had given thanks after each kill, just as he'd been taught and just as he'd taught to every apprentice he'd ever been given. "A finch and a mouse, there should be the finch left if you're hungry." Under normal circumstances (or rather, better weather), Eagletalon would have snorted in disapproval at the idea of a warrior older than all the apprentices combined taking something from the fresh kill pile before having gone hunting for the Clan, but this wasn't an ordinary morning. He would've acknowledged Thistlerock's dedication if the long-furred, brown tabby warrior had decided to brave the storm anyway, but he couldn't blame him for wanting to stay in the den until the winds died down and the rain was no longer going sideways. There would probably be a handful of their more suspicious Clan-mates suspecting StarClan to be displeased with StoneClan to have brought on such a storm—but he thought it was the opposite. StoneClan needed rain, otherwise the territory would get too dry and the prey would have nothing to eat, which meant they would have nothing to eat.
As an apprentice and a young warrior, he would have scowled in frustration at the rain, upset that he had to be cooped up in the den like a queen confined to a nest. Fortunately for everyone, Eagletalon had matured, and understood that not everything was going to be under his control; he might as well make the most of it. "Rippedear is your brother, isn't he?" He mewed with mild interest. He wasn't particularly close with either brother, despite the three of them having been made apprentices at the same time. Fallingstar too, had been an apprentice then. Word Count: 303 Words Tags: @moons
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 9:58:35 GMT -5
Thistlerock said, "I would take it, but I'm sure there are others who need it more." If he'd been younger he would have actually shrugged, but he was too old for that sort of body language now. He studied the sandy-pelted tom. They were both around the same age, close enough for the both of them to be referred to accurately as senior warriors; Thistlerock had accompanied Eagletalon on patrols multiple times before. Still, that hadn't been enough to warrant a relationship. Perhaps they could be friends now. "Indeed he is. I haven't seen him much, though. He's a busy one." He wished he and Rippedear were as close as Eagletalon and his sister, Fallingstar, had been. Thistlerock secretly longed for a lot of things. Not to say he was unhappy with his life, he just knew there were some things he'd change if he had the chance.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 7, 2015 11:34:27 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan To Eagletalon's tawny ears, it sounded as though the two brothers were distant more often than not. Eagletalon was also distant with his sister, sort of, but that was more a matter of "she's dead and I am not" than any kind of deliberate cold shoulder or a mismatch of interests. "You can catch him around Fallenleaf, usually." Mewed the scarred warrior; he might as well give Thistlerock a piece of useful information, though Eagletalon wasn't certain if it really mattered to the dark brown tabby in front of him.
Telling him what Rippedear was typically up to might've been pointless. Maybe Thistlerock was fine with the current status of their relationship? It wasn't Eagletalon's place to ask or pry, that wasn't really his style anyway. What also wasn't his style, was gossip, so any new topics of conversation that tumbled out of the senior warrior's maw had to do with border disputes and the like. "Caught the scent of LightningClan around the sun stones, yesterday. Could be nothing, or it could be something worth paying attention to." He had already alerted Hawkstar to his suspicions; after the traumatic ordeal of StormClan, Eagletalon held a particularly strong resentment for LightningClan as a whole, and it couldn't be shaken loose for anything. Even still, a healthy dose of paranoia when it came to the Clan that had chased you into the mountains was... reasonable. Word Count: 234 Words Tags: @moons
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 11:47:09 GMT -5
Thistlerock blinked at the piece of information, absorbing it. Fallenleaf and Rippedear? He admitted he hadn't been paying enough attention to his brother's social life in the past to notice anything like that. He thought about his own lack of romance, and realized he lamented that somewhat. He'd never really thought about getting a mate. Until now. Oh well. He supposed only time would really tell about something like that. It wasn't like he wasn't handsome...he guessed. Maybe he ought to start paying more attention to his appearance. "I'll keep that in mind," when Eagletalon spoke next, Thistlerock felt his somewhat emotional state of mind switching to a more stable one, "Let's hope it's merely coincidence." Thistlerock had no personal quarrel with LightningClan, not much more than StoneClan as a whole did. He did genuinely hope this scenting didn't escalate to bloodshed, but he would be there and ready if it did. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Mar 9, 2015 18:07:47 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan "Let's hope it's merely coincidence."
"I'd like to, but I'd rather be overcautious than optimistic." Was that really his voice saying that? Eagletalon blinked, slightly taken aback by his own pessimistic, militaristic response; he was turning into one of those grouchy older cats who only cared about constant vigilance and thought any generation after theirs was plagued by profound laziness. That definitely wasn't going to work for him.
Before Eagletalon could change the subject himself, a new topic for conversation came pelting in through the rain, the newly crowned Skunkspots shaking the wetness off of her fur and spattering the two senior warriors before they'd even opened their mouths to say hi. "Hello to you too," replied Eagletalon with a growl that was too amused to sound properly like a growl. Skunkspots, realizing her error, seemed to blanch, and took a step back as though she'd just walked into something not worth stating by name because the smell was usually clear enough. "So-Sorry. I'm not used to... coming back to a den with other cats in it."
If awkwardness could be personified, it was the small black and white she-cat as she scuttled to sit close to the entrance, more of hierarchy (senior warriors slept in the back of the den) and social incompetence than politeness, not that Skunkspots would have intruded upon their conversation. What Eagletalon knew of her, she was a bit flighty, a bit snarky, and a bit overly critical of herself. She jumped at a lot of things, snapped at more things, and then looked more than a little dismayed at some of the messes this caused her to get into as a result.
Eagletalon, however, would cut her some slack. She'd only recently been made a warrior, she hadn't even reached her 20th moon. As for himself and Thistlerock, he glanced to the dark tabby warrior with a faint smirk. They hadn't been as young as her in what felt like ages.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 18:23:02 GMT -5
Thistlerock blinked at the spray of rainwater coming at him and Eagletalon from Skunkspots' fur. It certainly served to wake him up more fully. He wasn't a big fan of wetness, especially considering his long pelt. He sighed noiselessly and said anyway, "Hello, Skunkspots. How are you?" He might as well acknowledge this new warrior, she deserved respect. He, too, had raised a brow at Eagletalon's response; but then realized he himself might have been naïve for hoping it was coincidence. He caught Eagletalon's smirk and remembered when he was that young. He wasted his time back then letting his brother take all of the spotlight. "Any news...aside from the rain?" He added the last part good-naturedly, whiskers twitching. He felt easygoing today. There was a definite chill coming from the den's entrance, a telltale sign of the weather, but somehow the warriors' den was constructed ( warm) in such a way, it was able to be endured. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Mar 16, 2015 9:03:55 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan Skunkspots was still getting used to this whole 'talking with senior warriors' thing that you apparently had to do, particularly if you shared a den with them. Her voice came out almost too low to make out at first, before she cleared her throat and started over. "Wolfclaw was trying to put a patrol together earlier." That was something that senior warriors cared about, right? Patrols and stuff... If Thistlerock was looking for gossip (which she highly doubted), then she was one of the worst cats to ask about that sort of thing. No one regularly chatted with her apart from her sister and her mentor, so she was more or less a dead branch on the tree of social interaction, just hanging there. "But the rain got worse, so he says it's postponed until sunhigh." If they got a sunhigh. It was such a cloudy, miserable, overcast sort of day, the thunderstorm was doing a good job of blocking all of the light out. Skunkspots winced at a particularly loud crash, her ears flattening. It sounded like badgers fighting...
Eagletalon on the other hand, was listening intently to the rain-sound. He seemed not to mind the thunder or the flashes of lightning that illuminated the den's entrance every once in a while, splashing everyone in shades of whites and grays. "Doesn't look like there'll be a drought this year, if that's anything to go by." He was enjoying the scent of rain, particularly when the den didn't have any holes in it and it wasn't dripping down into their nests. He was certain Hawkstar would have sent someone to check on the nursery to make sure they weren't suffering from any leaks either, but Eagletalon made a mental note to get up and do that later just in case. I hope Ivywhisker's den is fine... It usually was, but sometimes a small rock could get loosened in the snowmelt, and it was situations like these before anybody really noticed. Word Count: 331 Words Tags: @moons
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