Come Run The Hidden Pine Trails (Buckfur/Pythonpaw) Feb 27, 2019 1:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Feb 27, 2019 1:55:24 GMT -5
22 Moons || Nightclan Warrior
22 Moons || Nightclan Warrior
With leafbare finally drawing closer to a close, the bite from the chilly temperatures were starting to fade. It was more pleasant during the day as the nights under the moon still lacked the heat of Newleaf or Full-Leaf, which was why the big tomcat was rolling out of his nest as the sun starting rising across the horizon of mountains that surrounded the valley.
Excitement surged within his large form, Foxstar and Briarthroat trusted him enough with his own apprentice. The fluffy, marbled tom wasn't nearly as ferocious as most Nightclan warriors. In fact he was rather gentle and kind underneath his intimidating stature. Perhaps that was why he had been given his own ward, the past few moons had been rather violent due to the more aggressive warriors of the clan.
Though, Buckfur was slightly worried about whether or not his leader and deputy had made the right match when it came with the rather massive tom and the much smaller Pythonpaw. While the young warrior didn't doubt his abilities, it was still his first time given a young cat of the clan to train into a future warrior. The ability of speed and quickness was a difference between the two of them that the older tom would have to learn to teach.
Buckfur was not a fast cat.
He was big, he was bulky, and he was all kinds of fluffy.
Shaking sleep from his body, the large tom stretched each leg before leaving the warmth of the den behind, although it was almost too hot for him to bear with all that feathered fur covering his muscular frame. A yawn parted the jaws of Buckfur before he heavily padded towards the apprentice's den, pride swelling within his chest as he once again thought about the fact that he had been chosen to train a future warrior.
Ducking down, pale green pools adjusted to the dimness of the relatively empty den, it didn't take him long to pinpoint the Bengal coloration of his young apprentice. "Pythonpaw, wake up." His voice was a deep rumble within his chest, more gentle than a demanding tone before Buckfur pulled his large head out of the opening, his massive paws leading him towards the entrance of Nightclan's camp.
With his feathered tail curled over his back, fur floofed out unintentionally, the massive brown and black tomcat waited patiently for Pythonpaw to make his way over. Pale green pools as friendly as ever, Buckfur gave a quick smile before leading the way from the quietness of the camp. The sun continued it's rise up, possibly even given a small warmth to the air around the two Nightclanners as they made their way through the pine covered territory.
"Newleaf should be here soon, it will be good to learn to hunt then. Plenty of prey out and about." Buckfur spoke after a moment, his voice still deep and vibrating from his massive form. The big tom preferred hunting during that time, he was slow when it came to chasing but he always managed to snag something to bring home once the chill of Leafbare was finally in the past.
"What are you excited most about learning?" Curiosity peaked through as those green pools glanced over a broad shoulder to look at the younger tom next to him. The size difference between the two of them was almost laughable, though Buckfur's rather long coat never helped in situations like that.
I'll break down the walls around you now
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