Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 5, 2020 21:53:22 GMT -5
Owlmind
LightningClan || 75 Moons || Deputy
Leafbare had finally come to a close, Newleaf taking its place as warmth was noted upon the scent of the rushing wind throughout the moorlands of Lightningclan's territory. The blanket of white that had previous covered the valley as a whole was beginning to melt with the changing of season, soon the rolling hills would be covered in thick and thriving green grasses.
The lanky deputy sat atop the hill, letting the heat from the lowering evening sun beat softly against her thin, dilute coat. Those wide ears flickered different directions to pick up noises as the breeze brought a multitude of scents across her nose. She was enjoying the quiet for the moment, sitting with her long tail wrapped around her nimble paws with her eyes closed to enhance her other senses.
It was a good training technique, especially for those who spent time down in the tunnels below the moors.
It was how the aging oriental was aware of the approach of the three cats she requested to have an audience with earlier that day. Three different, but loyal and hard working felines that fit into her ideas of molding Lightningclan into a powerhouse, a force to be reckoned with in the future and upcoming moons. Their numbers were swelling and it was only bound to grow more with future litters as all Newleaf and Greenleafs brought.
Finally, those wide amber pools of the deputy opened as she turned her head to glance over a narrow shoulder.
Nightstep, the seemingly perfect tomcat in tuxedo colors. While Owlmind had her suspicious about his true behavior and the possibility of a hidden temperament, she trusted him enough to bestow an intuitive mind during puzzle-some situations as well as train those in his subject of battle techniques and effect maneuvering.
Brightpool, the sister to the black and white tomcat near her, and a brilliant she-cat who had rediscovered the use of the tunnels. She was a hard working feline, willing teach others the secrets below ground as well as train future border spies and tunnelers to protect and traverse the lands of which Lightningclan called home.
And finally, Batear. The newest addition to the little group that Owlmind had slowly formed during her time as deputy. The black coated oriental had proven her loyalty and heart several times, not to mention her dedication to helping and skill when it came to hunting either alone or in groups. With prey becoming more active, her skills would be handy passed down to others to finely tune perfected abilities.
Finding her way to her paws, Owlind stood and turned to face her quarry with those ever unreadable amber hues. "Thank you for joining me this evening." The lanky molly dipped her head in respect to each feline in turn before returning to a comfortable sitting position.
"Batear, I believe there is some explaining in order." That long tail of the deputy's partially wrapped around her small front paws once more, though the tip flickered nonchalantly several times though seemingly had nothing to do with her possible mood. Those dilute jaws parted once more as she continued in that signature raspy voice.
"For a few moons now, I have congregated with Nightstep and Brightpool about the training and defense of the clan." There was a pause before Owlmind continued, obviously watching Batear for any sort of reaction upon the black she-cat's long, narrow face. "Nightstep has been working battle training sessions and Brightpool has been operating the border spies and tunnel patrol."
"I've been looking for a cat to held fine tune our hunting parties, as well as lend an ear or a voice when needed. A voice for the clan if you will, we have all come to consensus that you would fit that position. Should you accept." Owlmind finished her speech for the moment, curious as to if either Brightpool or Nightstep wished to comment or if Batear would be the first to speak during this little meeting upon the moors.
The lanky deputy sat atop the hill, letting the heat from the lowering evening sun beat softly against her thin, dilute coat. Those wide ears flickered different directions to pick up noises as the breeze brought a multitude of scents across her nose. She was enjoying the quiet for the moment, sitting with her long tail wrapped around her nimble paws with her eyes closed to enhance her other senses.
It was a good training technique, especially for those who spent time down in the tunnels below the moors.
It was how the aging oriental was aware of the approach of the three cats she requested to have an audience with earlier that day. Three different, but loyal and hard working felines that fit into her ideas of molding Lightningclan into a powerhouse, a force to be reckoned with in the future and upcoming moons. Their numbers were swelling and it was only bound to grow more with future litters as all Newleaf and Greenleafs brought.
Finally, those wide amber pools of the deputy opened as she turned her head to glance over a narrow shoulder.
Nightstep, the seemingly perfect tomcat in tuxedo colors. While Owlmind had her suspicious about his true behavior and the possibility of a hidden temperament, she trusted him enough to bestow an intuitive mind during puzzle-some situations as well as train those in his subject of battle techniques and effect maneuvering.
Brightpool, the sister to the black and white tomcat near her, and a brilliant she-cat who had rediscovered the use of the tunnels. She was a hard working feline, willing teach others the secrets below ground as well as train future border spies and tunnelers to protect and traverse the lands of which Lightningclan called home.
And finally, Batear. The newest addition to the little group that Owlmind had slowly formed during her time as deputy. The black coated oriental had proven her loyalty and heart several times, not to mention her dedication to helping and skill when it came to hunting either alone or in groups. With prey becoming more active, her skills would be handy passed down to others to finely tune perfected abilities.
Finding her way to her paws, Owlind stood and turned to face her quarry with those ever unreadable amber hues. "Thank you for joining me this evening." The lanky molly dipped her head in respect to each feline in turn before returning to a comfortable sitting position.
"Batear, I believe there is some explaining in order." That long tail of the deputy's partially wrapped around her small front paws once more, though the tip flickered nonchalantly several times though seemingly had nothing to do with her possible mood. Those dilute jaws parted once more as she continued in that signature raspy voice.
"For a few moons now, I have congregated with Nightstep and Brightpool about the training and defense of the clan." There was a pause before Owlmind continued, obviously watching Batear for any sort of reaction upon the black she-cat's long, narrow face. "Nightstep has been working battle training sessions and Brightpool has been operating the border spies and tunnel patrol."
"I've been looking for a cat to held fine tune our hunting parties, as well as lend an ear or a voice when needed. A voice for the clan if you will, we have all come to consensus that you would fit that position. Should you accept." Owlmind finished her speech for the moment, curious as to if either Brightpool or Nightstep wished to comment or if Batear would be the first to speak during this little meeting upon the moors.
Wisdom. Courage. Strategy.
Newleaf 1 - Though the valley is still vastly wet and muddy with the remains of snowmelt, the first buds of green are beginning to appear. The sky is bright and blue, with fluffy white clouds floating overhead.
