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Dustclaw

WARRIOR | STONECLAN | 21 MOONS

Dustclaw was unprepared for the unusual drop in temperature. Yesterday was freezing, but today was almost unbearable. The wind tore through the territory like a wild beast, chilling everyone in Stoneclan to the bone. There was no way even those with the thickest of pelts could keep warm.

Dustclaw kept glancing enviously towards the forests beyond. Some of the other clans are lucky to have trees sheltering them from this wind. The brown tabby thought jealously, pausing to drop his prey: a plump, greedy hawk. It was foolish of the bird of prey to have been out in weather like this, and it was probably even more foolish of Dustclaw to have even attempted to bring it down himself. I guess I was the greater of two evils. He assumed smugly.

It was by no means an easy endeavor, and Dustclaw was covered in many scratches from the hawk's talons. Sandblaze was going to be irritated.

As the warrior picked up his catch continued battling through the intense gusts of wind, feathers choked him up, tickling the back of his throat and the tip of his nose. He probably looked like a monster, the bird's wings splayed out, thrashing in the wind, its feathers fluffed and ruffled in all directions. Okay, it wasn't the cleanest kill, Dustclaw admitted uncomfortably. but at least I got it! The feathers will be great for Petalrain's nest, and the hawk will make a great meal too.

While the warrior was trapped in his thoughts, Dustclaw stumbled off of a boulder. Both him and his prey went flying over the edge. In that instant, the tom's eyes widened in horror. He made an unusual sound, something between a yowl and a grunt as he tumbled down into the sandy soil. He looked around self-consciously, and once he was comfortable that no one saw, he walked casually over to the hawk and picked it up by the nape, once again dragging it clumsily towards camp. His long, powerful legs came in handy sometimes, and others not so much. I don't think I'll ever live that down. He thought, his front right paw aching.

"Your paw hurts? Not good! Injured from taking down that massive hawk I bet." Dustclaw mimicked a clanmate, mumbling through a mouthful of feathers, huffing as he dragged the bird.

"Er...yeah. That's right."

If one looked closely, they could see a smile flashing from beneath the bird's feathers, and the light of laughter in the warrior's green-tinted eyes as he battled onward into the fray.

By the time Dustclaw got to camp with the bird, he was truly beat. Just the thought of plucking the hawk made him tired, but the congratulations warmed him to the bone. Even if he couldn't really hear his clanmates in the wind, he knew by their eyes that they were impressed. Dustclaw would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy basking in their praise, though the gusts were relentless and violent.

"I'm going to take this to the elders!" He told his clanmates, voice raised to a yell in an attempt to conquer the roaring of the wind.

Dustclaw parted ways relatively quickly, dragging the hawk into the shelter of the elder's den, setting it down by the entrance. The change in temperature warmed him like summer sunlight, and after a breath of featherless air, his eyes searched for company. He greeted Wolfclaw and Crowdance warmly, offering his catch willingly before retreating after a quick recap of how he came to bring down such a monster of a bird. Perhaps he embellished a few parts and excluded some others, though the admiration shining in the elders' eyes was worth every moment, every word in his story. Dustclaw smiled and slipped outside and slunk over towards the warriors den.

He desperately wanted some shelter from the wind, even if only for a few moments! Perhaps he should have made his way to the medicine den, though it was easier to ignore his wounds for the time being.

I'll take care of it later. He promised himself as he slipped into the warrior's den. Dustclaw stood near the entrance, basking in the warmth of still air as his eyes searched the dimly lit den for his nest.

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PETALRAIN

The dawn patrol was her effort for the day, three of her fellow warriors had walked with her and were of decent company. While she preferred to spend her time with Foxtrot. Petalrain was free with her favors enough to befriend any tom that gave her the time of day. Her pretty pelt and prettier words were often the only things she needed to get and keep a tom's attention.

In the spirit of being a flirt, Petalrain had charmed her way into getting a choice piece of prey. A younger warrior, one shy and a little naive of Petalrain's flighty nature had caught it. He boasted about it, Petalrain offered to share the plump mouse. The tom stammered and agreed with an awkward nod before finding them a nice place out of the wind to enjoy the meal. Petalrain took small and dainty bites while the warrior watched her, trying to strike up a conversation. Petalrain was easily capable of filling the void of conversation with just enough of interest into him that he hardly eat any of the morsel. By the time he did, it was almost fully devoured. He didn't seem to care, that was due to Petalrain licking his cheek and thanking him for the meal.

Standing to stretch she yawned, a nap would be nice. Heading for the warrior's den she brushed against Dustclaw in greeting. "Do you wanna share a nest? To keep warm of course," She added.

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Dustclaw

WARRIOR | STONECLAN | 21 MOONS

As his gaze adjusted to the darkness of the warrior's den, he felt a pelt brush against him. For a moment, Dustclaw had tensed. The handsome, young tom was prepared to spit an unfriendly "pardon" to anyone who compromised or in any way disrespected his personal space, though he faltered when his eyes met dazzling hazel. Petalrain. It would do no good to insult a lady, especially not one as pretty as she. Dustclaw knew the she-cat's reputation among toms, though it did not stop his olive-tinted eyes from glossing over her well kept pelt and lean, attractive frame. It did not stop him from obliging to her suggestion.

Petalrain was a gem in this clan of stones, and if she wanted his company, he would enjoy giving it.

"Anything for a pretty lady." He purred, silvertongued and confident. The young tom had no intention of forging a life-long relationship filled with true love and commitment anytime soon, though he doubted Petalrain cared for that either. It may be nice to talk a bit with a clanmate, and having a conversation with a beautiful she-cat? What could be more pleasing to the eyes and the ears than that? Just her voice seemed to pump his veins full of fire.

She surely had a way with words.

With toms more like it. He thought, dipping his head to the feminine tabby as he made his way back to his nest. He silently wished that he had kept a few of the feathers from his earlier catch to line the nest for them, though there was no use worrying about it. His nest was clean, but ordinary, in the far back left corner of the den. It seemed relatively secluded, and luckily there was no one around for them to disturb. Surely they would have some kind of conversation? Or perhaps not. Dustclaw hardly minded what happened in the den, but there was no more pleasing company than that of a pretty she-cat.

"It isn't special." Dustclaw murmured, voice dripping with affinity as he offered his nest to Petalrain. "I would have lined it with a thousand feathers for a lovely like you."

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Petalrain

warrior of StoneClan

A smile appeared on her maw as her head gently butted against his. Her purr was gentle and her tail softer as she used it to signal for him to lead. His dark coat color was barely illuminated by the entryway of the den. Not that it mattered. She'd learn his scent well enough to pick him out in a crowd.

Joining him at his nest, she was a little unimpressed. It was plain, not as fancy as Foxtrot's nest which was lined with feathers just the way she liked it. Not that she'd ever mention that to Dustclaw. Realizing that Dustclaw might feel a little put out by his nest, Petalrain didn't bother to comment. Instead, she curled up into the nest, her tail flicking lazily as she waited for him to join her.

"Let's share tongues," She offered, pointing with her tail to the hard to reach places of his pelt. The areas that would need the most care. Grooming her nest-mates was her favorite past-time. It gave her something to do and offered up a way of getting to know. Toms always talked themselves hoarse when Petalrain was there to listen. She blamed it on her kind expression and willing just to spend her time in the company of toms. As she waited for Dustclaw to settle in, her gaze was soft and inviting.

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Dustclaw

WARRIOR | STONECLAN | 21 MOONS

Dustclaw felt a weight lift off his shoulders as Petalrain slipped into his nest, relief warming him from head to toe. She offered sharing tongues, and Dustclaw obliged, curling up beside her willingly. Her eyes reeled him in, Dustclaw lost in the depths of her gaze for a few moments before he began to groom her fur in soft, rhythmic motions. It was nice to share tongues with a clanmate, especially one as eyecatching as Petalrain. Dustclaw closed his eyes, bathing in the warmth of the she-cat's body. He felt, for the first time in a long time, that perhaps life was good after all. His brothers seemed happy, and him? He had never felt better. The brown tabby tom felt Petailrain's body soft and warm against his, purring in complete content.

There truly was no more satisfying feeling than sharing tongues in a cozy nest with a beautiful she-cat.

Word Count: 167 | Tags: Hellion

Notes: Sorry its so short xD