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Post by Fawn on Nov 5, 2019 20:31:00 GMT -5
Strut of Ring-Necked ROOSTER 21 Moons Cave-Guard Tribe of Forgotten Waters Rooster yawned into the dark stillness of the hidden tunnel. The mouth of the passage to the hidden meadow seemed to yawn back, a cool wind rustling the short fur along his face and ears. Wait for it... wait for it... Finally! Pawsteps approached from the direction of the oasis, and Rooster sauntered to meet his replacement, flexing and stretching the cramp from each muscle. He loved his job, and he'd fight anyone who thought otherwise, but Rooster would be lying if he said he liked guarding places instead of his fellow Tribemates.
The meadow was empty, his assignment consisted solely of keeping predators away from the entrance. Important work, obviously. But bone-achingly boring.
"Good luck keeping the rocks company," he teased, bumping against Roar of Rushing River as the toms passed each other. "That pointy one's a real troublemaker."
Roar's retort was ignored as Rooster stepped out into the sunshine. It bathed over him and fought off the chill from the tunnel's entrance, penetrating deep until he felt it against his skin like a soothing balm. He likened the warmth of the sun to his mother. It was her light shining down on him from the place of Endless Hunting. It was her way of telling him she was proud.
Love you too, mom.
With restored vigor, Rooster reached the oasis in what felt like heartbeats, wide paws traveling unflinching over sharp rock and short mountain scrub. The closer he got, the louder and smellier it all became. Voices of friends, family and figureheads buzzed around the cave, the overlapping scents of home welcome after the stagnant tunnel air and the occasional whiff of meadow.
"...so, I heard there was a rat's nest not far from here."
Rooster pivoted towards the sound. A rat's nest! It was his job, nay, his duty to find it and eradicate it for the safety of the Tribe. The stocky tom grinned when he recognized the cats talking. "And you think you can fight off some rats all by yourself, Eagle?" He shouldered his way into the conversation, snorting derisively at his littermate and her friends. "You're barely big enough to handle most rabbits! I'll come along, make sure you don't get hurt."
Eagle rolled her eyes. "We don't need your help, Rooster. Believe it or not, we can go out on our own and come back in one piece."
"Sure, sure." He chuckled, patting Eagle between the ears with the end of his tail. She was so wrong, but what could he do? She was his sister. "You're prey-hunters. By definition, you do need my help."  Step back I'm goin' in
I'm crankin' up on the throttle
This is how legends are made 433 words & tags Leaf-fall 21 Fog pervades throughout the day, making hunting, or even simply traversing the valley, quite difficult. The sun is hidden by overcast clouds all day. |
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Post by Justice on Nov 5, 2019 20:58:42 GMT -5
They were thinking of prodding one of the other prey-hunters to go hunting, and had come along to ask when they heard the commotion. One of the cave-guards, Rooster, was being a tad obnoxious. Not that it was unusual, but Butterfly had to look after their fellow prey-hunters. "Why in the world would we need a clumsy, heavy footed cave-guard like you to accompany us on a hunt?" They drawled, coming up alongside Eagle so that they could stand united as prey-hunters. Butterfly purred and rubbed her head against Eagle, showing unity and a touch of affection. "Besides, I am a not small cat, therefore your point becomes moot." They flicked their tail, plodding it in Rooster's face. "Go bother someone else Rooster." And they made certain they said it as 'roooo-stur' so that it sounded ubsurd. Exactly what the younger cat deserved. "Unless you think I too am too small to be of use?" They stepped away and came right up to Rooster, almost close enough to butt heads. "Since when exactly has it been a matter of your opinion when we prey-hunters are capable of doing our jobs or not? If for some reason we need a cave guard, there are those far more qualified than you to accompany." The long limbed cat paced once around the tom before heading back to sit delicately next to Eagle. "What do you think, Eagle?" They smiled for the other cat, cheerful and pleasant the entire time. Fawn |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 5, 2019 21:30:19 GMT -5
Strut of Ring-Necked ROOSTER 21 Moons Cave-Guard Tribe of Forgotten Waters Oh great, it's Butterfly. Not only was the prey-hunter older, but she was almost tall enough to make Rooster feel average, and he hated it. In retaliation to Butterfly's obvious and deliberate dismissal of him and his abilities, his coat fluffed up, chest out. "You're gonna need my clumsy cave-guard paws if you go up against some rats. Unless you're suddenly a great fighter."
Eagle didn't seem perturbed by Butterfly's affection, but Rooster bristled further. Whoa, why is she rubbing against my sister, anyway? Rooster's tail twitched, and he didn't bother to hold back a retort. "I don't have to listen to anyone who has butt in their name, like Butterfly here." He could play the 'make-fun-of-my-name' game too.
"Ignore him," said Eagle with a snort. "As soon as Skyteller made him a full cave-guard, his ego's gotten so big I'm surprised he still fits in the cave-guards' grotto."
Rooster scowled. Just let it roll off your fur, big guy, he thought. They won't admit how much they need you watching their backs. He wouldn't force his presence upon them though, unless they were doing something dangerous. Suddenly, finding another group to protect on a hunting trip sounded like a good idea. But he couldn't turn his back on Eagle. She was his littermate. He'd put up with the likes of Butterfly if it kept her safe.
"Just promise me you birdbrains won't go sticking your noses in rat nests without me around." He squared a look with Butterfly, expecting the leggy feline to retort with something he didn't think of first. Step back I'm goin' in
I'm crankin' up on the throttle
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Nov 7, 2019 15:58:33 GMT -5
Full Moon on Still Water Tribe of Forgotten Waters Ears pricked as conversations echoed around the cavernous home the Tribe lived in. Within the darkness of the prey-hunter's cave, pretty blue pools quickly opened, illuminating within the dim area faintly. Curiosity plastered within the pale watery color.
Stretching, and not entirely sure how she ended up in her nest or when she passed out, the tiny feline slunk away and towards where all the commotion was occuring. As silent as a mouse, tiny paws slipped into prints left by larger cats along the cool, stone floor underneath her.
Excitement quickly prickled along her spine as soon as she realized Rooster and Eagle were among the young cats just outside the den, plume tail wagging behind her. They were her denmates, or Rooster had been when they were younger and she nursed alongside he and his littermates.
The different rank placement didn't stop the bond shared between them all. In fact, it probably made it stronger with Rooster, Stag and Rock all becoming Cave-Guards, it was not their duty to care and protect the smaller and leaner prey hunters of the Tribe.
Of course, that didn't include the white coated she-cat.
"Don't worry so much Rooster!" Her high pitched tone echoed about the cave walls as she came bounding forwards like a fluffy white rabbit. Moon's pale gaze turned from the boisterous tom to where Eagle was sitting comfortably besides Butterfly, another prey hunter.
"Us large prey hunters can take care of a pawful of rats," Puffing out her chest to make her seem bigger, there was a large smile upon her maw. Tiny or not, she always carried the heart of a lion and practically believed herself just as large. "Isn't that right Butterfly?"
Her attentioned turned towards the leggy tabby of the group, a curiosity that didn't seem to both the hyper active Moon one bit. Sometimes they seemed like a she-cat, other times the acted like a tom. Either way, they were tribe and they were family.
"We were born to hunt." Moon purred happily, pleased with her rank and her abilities. Though, if Skyteller would have let her, she would have made a fantastic cave guard too. She was just as big as any of the others, or at least she believed that in her head. And she wasn't afraid of anything!
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Post by Justice on Nov 14, 2019 15:57:22 GMT -5
"Who is fighting what Rooster? We are hunting, and unless those rats are huge a combined team of prey-hunters is more than enough to take them on. If I believed for even a moment that we couldn't handle it, I'd ask my father to go with us. At least then we'd be in the paws of an experienced cave-guard." They giggled when the other tried to get a rise out of them. "That's so cute! You actually think I'm bothered by anything you say." The giggling continued for a moment before they sobered up. Their attention went back to Eagle, and that smile was still firmly in place. "Really? I'm surprised he hasn't gotten so full of himself that he does more stupid things than questioning the abilities of the cats that help feed everyone." They tipped their head to one side at the birdbrain comment. So...now he thought butterflies were birds? Because only he and his sister had bird names between the three of them, so he'd just insulted himself and his sister. Before they could reply with just that a little ball of white fluff materialized within their sight and conversation. Butterfly switched gears, scooting so that Moon could sit and feel included as well. The tiny she-cat always made them feel protective, which was just fine by them. Pretty she-cats deserved protection, and egotistical toms could be taken down several pegs. And if they were more popular with their tribemates even when they decided to be like one of the toms, then somebody was doing something wrong. Perhaps that was a little spiteful, but Rooster rubbed them the wrong way. "As long as the nest isn't teeming with huge rats then we'll be fine. And if it is we can always come back for help. We prey-hunters are clever." They gave the smaller hunter a groom between the ears, being affectionate. "That's right Moon. We are prey-hunters. We are born and chosen, trained to hunt." Ghost the Undead GoddessFawn |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 17, 2019 1:34:56 GMT -5
Strut of Ring-Necked ROOSTER 21 Moons Cave-Guard Tribe of Forgotten Waters Rooster's only defense was to roll his eyes. "Whatever. I bet rat tastes disgusting." Butterfly was an odd duck, nothing was going to convince him otherwise. His coat seemed to bush further, as if to shield himself from the sharp barbs of her words. Strikes like Lightning - Butterfly's father - was an older cave-guard, more experienced. Rooster couldn't contest that. But older didn't always mean better. If older cats were such skilled fighters and hunters, why would they bother training a whole new generation?
To take over when they get too old to do their jobs, obviously.
If he was going to be lead cave-guard some day, then he needed to prove his worth.
And he needed to prove it right now.
Rooster locked onto Moon, trying not to picture the kitten-sized she-cat getting into a scrap with a rat. He'd heard they could be larger than kits - and anything larger than kits was a threat to Moon. "You want to go hunt rats? Then let's go hunt rats! Moon, Eagle, I'm coming with you, and if any of you have a problem with that, then go whine to Skyteller."
Eagle snorted. "You're not gonna let it go, are you? Fine." She looked at Butterfly thoughtfully. "How about you get Lightning and then we all meet up at the entrance?" One cave-guard with three prey-hunters wasn't very fair to Rooster - even if he didn't see it that way.
Even now, Rooster was shooting Eagle a dirty look. He didn't even have to open his mouth for Eagle to know what he'd say.
'I can handle it!'
He probably could, but maybe the presence of Lightning would keep Rooster and Butterfly from bickering so much.
Rooster, meanwhile, growled under his breath, his feelings hurt by her suggested plan. He wanted to back out in that moment, let them all go get themselves bitten by a bunch of savage rats - then they'd come home bleeding and mewling about how sorry they were for brushing off his help!
But he couldn't do that. He'd taken an oath as a cave-guard.
And... he couldn't bear to let Eagle and Moon walk off by themselves. Butterfly, on the other paw...
Rooster scowled. She'd see. He'd show them all that he was great at what he did. Step back I'm goin' in
I'm crankin' up on the throttle
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Post by Justice on Jan 4, 2020 17:30:35 GMT -5
Butterfly smiled and ambled off to find their father, pleased that the matter was settled. "Sure thing." They answered cheerfully as they left in search of their father. They found their father fairly quickly and told him what was going on. The aged tom was just as tall as his offspring, but sturdier built and showed the moons of being a cave-guard in the build of muscle under his pelt and the way he carried himself. Butterfly adored their father. To them, he was the best of all the fighters, the strongest and smartest and absolute perfect example of what a warrior should be. And they aimed to be like their father when it came to treating the she-cats of their acquaintance. Lightning had a similar gait to his offspring, or Butterfly had a similar gait to their father, but the pair arrived back to the group shortly there after. And as soon as he had, he sat down next to Rooster and let the gathered cats have it. "Rooster, mind your temper. Your arrogance overrules your common sense. Each of us has a role to play, and down playing a prey-hunter's role is folly." Those sharp eyes focused on Butterfly, and the prey-hunter flinched at the look their father gave them. "You, stop stirring up trouble." He took a breath and shifted his tone slightly lighter to address the other cats involved. "Please excuse the petty display of my daughter. We are all the same Tribe, we should be able to work together to improve ourselves and ensure each others safety. I would like to join your hunt and smooth over this silly argument." He gave them a light smile. Butterfly was horribly embarrassed at having been disciplined in front of their fellow prey-hunters. They'd believed their father would be on their side, and instead he seemed more like he was on Rooster's. As they set off they listened to the large cave-guard explaining that he'd noticed the rats had been getting abnormally large and that he was concerned that someone would be injured if they didn't at least take the precaution of a few cave guards along for the hunt. They wouldn't interfere unless they had to, and it gave him a piece of mind. For the first time in their life, Butterfly wished their father wasn't charming. Of course, that was where they'd gotten it, but still. FawnGhost the Undead Goddess |
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