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Post by Fawn on Oct 3, 2016 23:12:42 GMT -5
 46 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom.Dawns were chillier now; Zephyrfang was tempted to stay perfectly still in his nest, until he realized that his mate was no where to be seen. Silentsong? He sat up with a jolt, a frown on his tawny muzzle as he gazed around the gloomy den for her beautiful familiar tortoiseshell-and-white pelt. Then there was another jolt as he remembered just why she wasn't in the warriors' den with him any more; Zephyrfang purred, warming his vocal cords up as he stretched in his nest, nearly kicking another warrior by accident.
Someone hissed and turned over. It was still dark out, even the birds were just now rousing from their sleep to begin ushering in the morning with their songs. But Zephyrfang paid them no mind; Silentsong's pregnant, which means she's going to be hungry as soon as she wakes up. He would bring her the biggest, fattest squirrel to ever brave TreeClan's woods.
Zephyrfang stepped out of the warriors' hollow, walls of the massive tree the Clan slept in surrounding him on all sides; with his heart pounding loudly, Zephyrfang tiptoed to the nursery, purring softly as he saw his mate sleeping gently among the other queens. He had eyes only for her; she looked beautiful, right at home in a nest decorated with feathers and the softest moss he'd been able to find. I'll take good care of you, Silentsong. You and our kits.
It would be suspicious to go out on his own before first light; besides, the more cats hunting meant the more prey would be caught. Sorely tempted to jump onto the Ancient Stump and yowl until the whole pack of dead hedgehogs finally crawled out of their nests, Zephyrfang settled on the next best thing.
Entering the apprentices' den, he poked his head into the gloomy den and prodded Stonepaw awake. "Get up sleepypaw, we're going hunting. Don't waste the morning!" He hissed, loud enough to cause the tom to stir but not enough to disrupt the others (though he privately hoped they'd get up; maybe they could pester their mentors into waking?). With a sudden thought, Zephyrfang nudged Nightpaw too, suspecting Gorsetail might want to take his apprentice out hunting as well.
Leaving Stonepaw to shake away the last cobwebs of sleep, Zephyrfang returned to the warriors' den, and prodded Gorsetail in the flank until he saw the tabby warrior stir. "Time to go. Sun's almost up. Hunting. Patrolling. Deputy stuff." Get up, you lazy furball!
Pelt ruffling against the cool air slipping in through the den, he leaned down and hissed in Gorsetail's ear. "Help, we're being attacked by foxes!"
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Tags: Phoenix Amber @zen
Notes: Zen you don't have to toss Nightpaw in, just thought I'd tag you just in case. =) |
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 4, 2016 21:36:56 GMT -5
Gorsetail Deputy of TreeClan i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight Early mornings in the warrior’s den were warm and dark. There was something calming about curling up among his clan mates and listening to the steady breathing of the other warriors and letting it soothe him to sleep. While he was never one to shirk his duties and stay in his nest all day, Gorsetail made a habit of taking a moment to enjoy the tranquility while he let the last traces of sleep fade from his mind. Then he would rise, step over his still slumbering clan mates, and continue on with his day. Now, as he figured out how to balance his new position and everything that came with it with training Nightpaw, he found that he appreciated that brief pause to gather himself more than ever. Today, however, it appeared as though he would have to make do without. A paw prodded him none-to-gently in the side, and though he initially disregarded it as an occurrence in what he vaguely knew was a pleasant dream, its persistence eventually roused him from his peaceful rest. Bleary green eyes slowly blinked open with the intention of finding the owner of the offending paw and grumpily assigning him or her to tomorrow’s dawn patrol – and perhaps even the day after that if it didn’t stop – and he let out an annoyed, ”Leave me alone.” In response, the paw ceased its poking, and just as the deputy prepared to welcome the warm embrace of sleep, a voice hissed in his ear. Simultaneously, he identified the cat ( Zephyrfang? What..?) and as the meaning of the words hit him, he jolted awake, heartbeat going from slow to fast in an instant. Sitting up, he gave the warrior an alarmed look and prepared to demand all the relevant details from him before the sight that met his eyes registered with his confused mind. They were – literally – the only two cats awake in the entire den. If a group of foxes had truly laid siege upon the camp, then there would be far more chaos and activity than what lay before him. When he turned to give the striped warrior an unamused look, he noticed over Zephyrfang’s warrior that there were not even any hints shining in through the entrance of the den. Incredulity dulled the sharpness in his tone. ”How early is it, Zephyrfang?” Why are you even awake?But it was obvious, was it not? His words from before came back to rattle around in the deputy’s skull., and traces of crisp leaf-fall air had followed him into the den. Gorsetail wondered if he had initially left with the intention of – of what, hunting? Before the sun rose? He knew that they needed to find as much prey as possible while the smaller animals were still relatively plentiful, for they had dens full of apprentices and queens and kits to feed. Letting out a soft sigh, he waited a moment more before rising to his paws and, with a flick of his tail for the warrior to follow him, exited the den in the hope that perhaps the other cats would be able to enjoy a few more hours of rest. Unforgiving, the cold morning air hit him the instant he left, and the stark contrast between that and the relative warmth of the den had him shivering. Thoughts drifted longingly back to his abandoned nest – it would have still retained its heat – in the den, even as he cast an automatic glance toward Lionstar’s undisturbed den. Their leader probably wasn’t even awake yet, he realized with a mental sigh. It wasn’t fair. But there was nothing he could do now, for he was awake. ”I assume you would like to hunt?” |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 11:55:38 GMT -5
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His sleep was peaceful, dreamless, and intent on holding him in his nest for a while still. That is, until a few sharp jabs to his side pulled him from his slumber. He groaned, rolling over and covering his face with his paw.
"Get up sleepypaw, we're going hunting. Don't waste the morning!"
He grumbled, peeking out from beneath his paw to give Zephyrfang a glare. As his mentor made his way out of the den, Stonepaw contemplated just going back to sleep, and covered his face again. He knew, though, that Zephyrfang would be back if he didn't wake on his own, and StarClan knows what kind of tactics he would use to drag him from his nest.
With a deep sigh, he rose, stretching as much as he could in the cramped den. He let a massive yawn split his jaw before he stepped around his still-sleeping denmates. A shiver ran down his spine when he stepped into the main part of TreeClan's camp. It was getting chilly, and though his long fur helped keep most of the chill at bay, the transition from the warm den to the open air was notable. Amber eyes flicked briefly to the camp entrance, seeing only shadow. He narrowed his eyes. The sun wasn't up, and Zephyrfang wanted to go hunting?
Not seeing Zephyrfang, Stonepaw took a moment to properly stretch, resisting the urge to lower all the way to the ground as he dipped low to stretch his back and legs. Another yawn escaped him as he stood waiting for his mentor to return and take him on this all-too-early expedition.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 23:40:47 GMT -5
How can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.
Nightpaw started awake as a paw prodded him, head jerking up and bright green eyes wide. He had only JUST begun to drift off to sleep after finally retiring to his nest after another night watching the stars. What had woken him? His gaze flicked about the den, catching sight of some cat's tail as they left. It took his tired mind a long moment to recognize the lingering scent of Zephyrfang. Movement to one side caught his attention and he took a moment to focus his tired gaze on Stonepaw as the other tom stood from his nest and stretched.
Still confused about what had woken him, he was about to go back to sleep, when he registered that it was still very dark. Why was Stonepaw awake? His ears perked curiously as the other tom made his way from the den. After a moment, he forced himself to his paws, feeling the weight of exhaustion attempting to pull him back down into his nest, but he fought the urge in favor of satisfying his curiosity instead.
With one heavy pawstep in front of the other, he dragged himself out of the apprentices' den and into the main part of camp, feeling the early morning chill seep back into his fur after he had finally gotten warm in his nest after his solitary vigil. In the darkness, coupled with his eyelids trying to pull closed and return to slumber, he ran straight into Stonepaw, “Oof!” He stumbled back, his words slurring from fatigue, “SerryStonepah....” He shook his head, trying to wake himself up a bit more, to little avail. He had meant to ask Stonepaw what he was doing awake, but it seemed his mind was still asleep, so instead he ended up blankly staring at his denmate, having a hard time keeping his eyes focused when all they wanted to do was close.
And I want a moment to be real,
wanna touch things I don't feel,
wanna hold on and feel I belong. Fawn Phoenix Amber
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Post by Fawn on Oct 11, 2016 12:37:42 GMT -5
46 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. Gorsetail should be thanking him, not giving him the stink eye--he'd even bothered to wake up his apprentice, Nightpaw, who couldn't have looked more tired than if he'd sat a warrior's vigil for three days straight. Zephyrfang's teeth showed in a throaty chuckle, and he called for the two apprentices to join them. "Leafbare's coming, but more importantly, Silentsong's going to have our kits soon. We need to make sure she has enough fresh kill." So yes, to answer Gorsetail's question, he did want to hunt. He would've gone out alone if need be.
The chilly air was refreshing to a warrior who would've gotten out of his nest whether it was sweltering or freezing; he accepted the weather for what it was, preferring to focus on what he could control. Which, as he'd just found out, was the time he could spend hunting. Not about to neglect his apprentice in favor of his mate again (Thornstrike had pulled him aside yesterday to ask how Stonepaw's training was going; that had been both an interesting conversation and a wakeup call), Zephyrfang flicked the young tabby tom's ear with his tail. "It's a little before dawn. By the time we get to where we need to go, there should be rabbits about. What's the best place to hunt rabbits?" Besides LightningClan's moorland.
The tawny warrior had already gotten into trouble once for dashing across the border to kill a rabbit he'd been chasing. Thornstrike, again, had been the tom to reprimand him.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 15, 2016 10:32:15 GMT -5
Gorsetail Deputy of TreeClan i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight Over the irritatingly coherent warrior’s shoulder, Gorsetail saw a bleary-eyed Stonepaw stumble out of the den, followed moments later by a second tom – his own apprentice, he realized with a jolt of incredulity – who looked as though the slightest breeze would knock him over. Sleep-addled brain only partially comprehending the idea that Zephyrfang must have poked them awake even before coming to roust him, he stared at the sight a moment longer before blinking slowly and turning green eyes toward Zephyrfang with a slight shake of his head. The laziness that plagued warriors and apprentices alike made a hardworking feline stand out, but as much as he appreciated cats who were willing to pull their own weight, he knew that there was a thin line between productive and overzealous. Those that crossed it were not considered with nearly the same amount of fondness as their clan mates who better understood that there was a time for working and a time for relaxing. An ear flicked. Now that he thought about it, where had this attitude come from? Overenthusiastic (in this, at least) had never been a characteristic he would attribute to Zephyrfang, for although the tom had no qualms about doing his duties, Gorsetail knew that he was just as likely to find him still in his nest in the middle of the morning as he was to find him out hunting. The loner-turned-warrior would be one of the last cats he thought would poke him awake before the sun had even risen. Slightly suspicious and more an a little concerned about what could have brought on this sudden change in character, the deputy opened his mouth to ask, but right as he did, the warrior spoke and in doing so, answered his question. Silentsong. Of course. He should have known. With a small, incredulous smile on his lips, the tabby cat shook his head and didn’t even bother wasting his breath to try to correct Zephyrfang’s priorities. It would take far more effort than he was willing to spend to try to change his mind, and Gorsetail didn’t even think he had a decent chance at succeeding. Besides, in a way, he was not wrong; Silentsong was now a queen, and it was their job to hunt for their queens, kits, and elders – the prey would simply be going to more cats than just the warrior’s mate. Another thought struck him, leaving him feeling slightly less charitable toward the warrior. Silentsong was going to have their kits, and then the other cat would be a father. This new Zephyrfang wasn’t going away anytime soon. Well, Gorsetail decided as his gaze traveled over the barely conscious apprentices next to them (and he offered Nightpaw a quiet nod in greeting), if he pulls this stunt again, I’ll send him Lionstar’s way. He can deal with him. It was only fair. Catching the tail end of Zephyrfang’s question about rabbits, the deputy turned around with the answer on the tip of his tongue before he saw that it had been directed at Stonepaw. Green eyes turned to look at the younger feline, and an ear flicked at the answer. That would do. Gesturing with his tail toward the exit, he said, ”Alright, let’s head out then. Lead the way.”--- I don't know if cats have eyesbrows to raise and they certainly can't facepalm, but that's what Gorse is doing throughout this entire post |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 12:45:27 GMT -5
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He was pulling himself out of a stretch when something bumped into him, throwing off his balance and nearly sending him to the ground. "SerryStonepah...." Stonepaw turned to see Nightpaw behind him, staring blankly. Stonepaw blinked slowly, for a moment matching the other tom's empty gaze with one of his own. Zephyrfang's too-cheery voice grabbed his attention, and he turned slowly to look at his mentor. Before he finally padded over, he leaned closer to Nightpaw, flicking his tail gently to the other tom's shoulder. "If we work together, we might be able to knock him out long enough to earn a few extra hours of sleep." He gave Nightpaw a tired smile to show it was only a joke. As insufferable as Zephyrfang could be, Stonepaw had never reached the point of actually wishing harm onto the tom; besides, there was probably only half a cat's worth of consciousness between Stonepaw and Nightpaw, whereas Zephyrfang seemed to have energy for days. It was a battle they'd never win.
Stonepaw padded over to where his mentor stood with Gorsetail, who looked just about as happy to be awake as the apprentices were. He gave the deputy a slight nod before Zephyrfang spoke. "It's a little before dawn. By the time we get to where we need to go, there should be rabbits about. What's the best place to hunt rabbits?" Stonepaw blinked blankly, his mind taking a moment before registering that the question was directed at him. He faltered, trying to make his sleep-muddled brain work.
"The wildflower clearing?" He wanted to debate that it was far too early to go about chasing rabbits of all things, but he was too tired to get into a likely circular argument with Zephyrfang. Knowing his mentor, they'd go round and round until Zephyrfang won or Stonepaw's brain quit or Gorsetail stepped in. He decided it would be best not to cause undue trouble and just play along and answer the questions.
"Alright, let’s head out then. Lead the way." Stonepaw's ears drooped. Was he supposed to lead the way? He glanced between Gorsetail and Zephyrfang, hesitating. Neither tom seemed to be moving, so he suppressed a sigh and turned toward the camp entrance. He padded out of camp, setting an easy pace into the forest toward the clearing. As he led them through the forest, the chilly air filling his lungs slowly roused him, and though he wouldn't claim himself as bright eyed and bushy tailed as his mentor, by the time they reached the wildflowers he was considerably less zombie-like. He paused at the edge of the clearing, glancing back to the other members of the patrol, waiting to see if either Zephyrfang or Gorsetail would take the lead from him.
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