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Post by Fawn on Mar 15, 2015 0:42:54 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan StoneClan's dawn patrol had left with good intentions. An assembly of five cats (two senior warriors, an apprentice and a young warrior), they had made the long trek along the edges of the territory, renewing scent markings as they went, pausing if the happenstance vole or lizard or mouse scuttled out into the gray morning sun, and there was a chance of catching it. Eagletalon, still as spry and volatile as ever, had only groaned inwardly when he'd been assigned to the dawn patrol; it wasn't that he minded getting up early, in fact he preferred it, the crisp morning air always got his blood rushing through his veins, waking him right up. it was that he minded going with Larkflutter. They weren't on the best of terms, in fact, he couldn't remember a time when they ever had been; the cycle of a warrior's life from kithood to apprenticeship to senior warrior status had been experienced by them both, yet they were only a pawful of moons apart, he wasn't so much older than her that he couldn't remember how they'd bickered as 'paws back in the day.
Not much was said between them, though he'd made something of a halfhearted effort to greet her (as well as Skunkspots, Whitepaw and Redpaw) when they'd first gathered at the camp entrance, preparing to leave, and left it at that. An inexplicable sort of sensation always settled somewhere in his chest whenever that familiar cream and tabby-pointed pelt caught his eye; for the longest time, he was mistaking it for guilt or unease over the nature of their relationship, but with senior status, apparently, came a little wisdom he'd been lacking in his earlier days. Much to Eagletalon's immense surprise, he actually found her rather... beautiful. She really was, not that anycat would ever catch him saying so; not because he was in some way a coward, but because it would probably make her hate him more than she already did.
The patrol was uneventful, up until the fog started rolling it. It had begun to gather the moment they'd set a paw outside of StoneClan's rocky encampment, but he had reassured the group that they would return home before it could become too bad—besides, he hadn't exactly expected it to get this thick. It wasn't long before the patrol frayed, and Whitepaw, Redpaw and Skunkspots separated from the group (presumably together), and Eagletalon found himself alone in the dense pale cloud that had descended upon StoneClan's territory.
Whiskers twitched, the tom wearing a slight frown. Sparrow dung. He couldn't scent anything beyond the sparse vegetation underpaw, and there was no tail-tip or ear-tip of any of his Clanmates; able to see as far as a fox length ahead but no more, Eaglealon tried to rely on the position of the sun to determine the direction camp was in, but to very little success. "Redpaw! Skunkspots!" He called, hoping they might better locate one another by following each other's voices. Eagletalon's jaws parted a second time, but he hesitated. Well, she couldn't get mad at him for trying to keep the group together, now could she? "Larkflutter! Are you there?" Shouted Eagletalon, ears straining for any kind of answering mew.
Word Count: 537 Words Tags: @nadia
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 11:24:30 GMT -5
LARKFLUTTER of StoneClan 49 Moons. She-Cat. Senior Warrior
Well, might as well get this done and over with. It was time for the dawn patrol to head out, and that patrol consisted of her, Redpaw, Whitepaw, Skunkspots, and Eagletalon. Larkflutter sighed as she thought of the fact that she had to go with the tom and his apprentice. She didn't mind Redpaw, but Eagletalon himself was a pile of mousedung. But even as she thought this, she contradicted herself, because she thought that he was rather handsome, she just didn't know how to tell him, without things going wrong. But she let her thoughts go as she rose from her slumber finally and stretched as she left her nest. She couldn't avoid this any longer really. When she left the den, she noticed that the other four cats were sitting there already and waiting for her.
Larkflutter took a deep breath and she let the memories of Larkpaw go and she walked over to the group. She looked at the three young cats and she dipped her head to them. "Hello Whitepaw, Redpaw, Skunkspots." Each name was said with a pause so that she could look at the three younger cats. She didn't say anything to Eagletalon though, for apparently he didn't want to say anything to her either. So when he led the patrol off, she followed as the last cat, she paid extra attention to their surroundings and she watched and listened to everything, she wanted to be sure that nothing was to sneak up on them. But as she walked, she thought. Eagletalon was a handsome tom, and she did feel something for him, she just didn't know what.
But her thoughts had come to a dead stop when the fog rolled in. She lost sight of the other four cats, and she started to panic a little, but she calmed herself. She needed to stay calm in this situation just so that she could find someone else. She strained her ears, and she heard faint calls. "Redpaw! Skunkspots!" Even though she couldn't stand being around him that much, she started toward the direction of Eagletalon's voice and she stopped after a few moments lost once more, but the voice was close to her, actually, directly to her right. "Larkflutter! Are you there?" She walked to the sound once more and she bumped into the tom.
"Oof." She looked up at the tom and she sighed lightly. "Sorry Eagletalon." Her voice held the sincerity of her apology and she hoped that he beleived it. But as she waited for his response, she backed away a little bit, but she kept their fur touching so that she couldn't loose him once more. She looked around and couldn't see nor catch the scent of the others. "Do you think they are okay?"
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Post by Fawn on Apr 6, 2015 8:57:17 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan Eagletalon knew it had been a possibility, yet he still felt surprised when out of five cats he could've bumped into, it was Larkflutter whose fur brushed against his short sandy coat. Her scent drove away some of the fog from his nose, and he was grateful for that—also grateful that she wasn't snapping at him or taking his words the wrong way again. "They're fine," he mewed with complete confidence. "They're smart enough to stick together, and if they haven't already found each other, they're making their way back to camp while we fumble through the fog." This was probably supposed to be the part where he made a joke about their eyesight and their old age, but he wasn't sure how she'd take that.
Eagletalon concentrated, and, his luck holding out, was able to pick up the scent of nearby pools of water. The fog was occupying most of his senses, but this he was certain of. "We're near the sky springs, let's head that way—we might run into some familiar faces." The sandy warrior set off slowly in the direction he felt the most surety towards, keeping the pace of an Elder rather than a senior warrior; he didn't plan on losing track of the only cat so far that he'd been able to find. We can't be the only two out here, logic told Eagletalon that there would always be a warrior or two who had risen early to get a head start on hunting for the day. This was well and fine, except that cats were not the only thing to wake up at dawn; a fox would be easy to smell even in this weather, but only when it became dangerously close.
He trusted Larkflutter to have his back, if they encountered trouble; that's just what Clanmates did for each other. She... would have his back, right? Eagletalon didn't like doubting her, but at some point in their many moons together, he had rubbed her fur the wrong way and now they couldn't even walk two fox-lengths without some uncomfortable, slightly antagonistic tension between them. It's a wonder she didn't refuse to go with him—maybe if they were still young warriors, she would've, rather keeping her pride than her safety. He was still a little rock-headed from his youth, but not too badly, not enough to start opening his mouth and teasing her again, at least. Word Count: 405 Words Tags: @nadia
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 14:52:04 GMT -5
LARKFLUTTER of StoneClan 49 Moons. She-Cat. Senior Warrior
She was conflicted when she brushed against his fur. She felt safer, but she felt agitated too. For Star Clan's sake, her heart needed to make up it's own mind, and her brain and her heart needed to agree, and soon. She listened to his statement and she nodded. They had to be that smart, for one, Redpaw was Eagletalon's apprentice, so she knew that the red tom had some smarts in him. She nodded then and took a deep breath, all she seemed to smell was Eagletalon, which seemed to make her heart race. She looked at him though, and as he started to walk, she pressed herself closer to him so that she wouldn't chance losing him in this fog once more.
She knew that there had to be a lingering joke on the tom's tongue, but when it never came, she looked at him and her eyes showed some shock, but she was impressed too. Maybe he is changing? She thought before he spoke about the sky springs. She took a deep breath, and caught the faint scent of the pools as well, and she smiled lightly. With that landmark, they should be able to get home right? "Okay Eagletalon. You lead the way, I'll follow you." She was going to trust him right now, and maybe, after this, if he doesn't mess up and they make it home safe, she could risk talking with him more in the camp.
But what were the chances of them running into something other than another cat? Foxes were out at this time too right? Larkflutter shuddered a little at that thought and she focused on tasting the air, and sorting the scents, even if they were covered by the fog. She hoped that they didn't have to fight though, for she trusted Eagletalon, but she wasn't sure he trusted her. She wanted him to trust her, she wanted him to love her. Mousebrain, stop thinking about that for now and think about getting home safe, with him. That sounded like a grand plan, so she would do that.
She was taking her time with her steps, but that still didn't stop her from finding the uneven ground on the path and she stumbled into Eagletalon then. "Oof!" She looked up at him though and she gave a small smile, and a light purr. But then she realized what was happening and she jumped away a little. "Sorry Eagletalon!" She looked at the ground then as she waited for something, whether yelling, a joke, or even an 'it's okay'.
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Post by Fawn on May 20, 2015 0:19:16 GMT -5
[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]
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53 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan Was there fog rolling into her brain, too? Eagletalon couldn't hide his surprise when the she-cat purred at him. Purred at him. This was Larkflutter, the she-cat who never failed to remind him that there would always be someone in StoneClan whose fur he had rubbed the wrong way, whose toes he had metaphorically stepped on enough to leave lasting bruises. Not to say he was complaining about her change in attitude; it had caught him off guard, that was all. "Careful," he mewed, ignoring the unusual amount of concern he'd detected in his own voice. "It can get treacherous. .... Do you hear anything?" For the span of a few heart-beats, a rustle in the sparse vegetation of StoneClan had ricocheted off the rocks and into his eardrums; or had he imagined it? No there was something else out here.
Fearing the presence of a fox, Eagletalon's aurous gaze was steady in it's search from left to right, not proceeding forward until he was certain he understood where the danger was. The tom's dark sandy head panned from one side to the other; it wasn't a stretch of the imagination to picture the fox hunting them. He wasn't very knowledgeable in the keenness of the Clans' vulpine enemy, but he was hoping they couldn't see very well in the fog, and he had no idea if their sense of smell was greater than the average Clan cat's or worse. Hope wasn't going to get them out of here alive, however; feeling a protective surge of energy towards his Clanmate (that's all it was, right?), Eagletalon's thin flaxen tail brushed against the feather-down side of the warrioress. In the event that she detected movement as well, and was feeling shaken over it, the tom's mew came out steady but quiet (didn't want to make it TOO easy for their unknown stalker, after all). "Don't worry, we'll be fine as long as we go slowly." StarClan watch over us. Just in case. Did you hear that, Fallingstar? He sent a silent prayer to his sister, the late leader of StoneClan before Hawkstar, and began to move again.
Where was that ginger-faced menace...
Word Count: 358 Words Tags: @nadia
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