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Post by Fawn on Aug 31, 2020 20:39:12 GMT -5
Strut of Ring-Necked ROOSTER 30 Moons Cave-Guard Tribe of Forgotten Waters The Rooster of now was like a cranky, slack-jawed twin of the Rooster of this morning. The rigor and pep with which he shuffled his To-Be out of the oasis and onto the mountainside had been replaced with a heat-stricken stupor. The giddy stretch-and-pop of muscles under the dawn light was now the dry crack of sore pads over sun-scorched grass.
The endurance trip up and down the mountainside had been a good idea.
A good idea for cooler weather.
Now approaching the belly of the valley, a cicada screamed in greeting from a nearby tree, and Rooster finally exploded. "Oh shut up! Shut UP! I hope your wings fall off you bug-eyed--" (uh?) "--bug!" Yelling made his throat hurt, and he turned away from the offending creature with a huff, stomping down into the valley and bringing Splash with him. "Come on, let's find some water and some shade, then we can head back up."
It'll all be worth it when I'm stronger and tougher than everyone else. Endurance was important. A lot of cave-guards neglected their stamina since most of the cave-guard duties involved sitting at the entrance. But sometimes a cave-guard had to stand their guard, or chase off a predator. Prey-Hunters were fast but they weren't supposed to pursue foxes or coyotes.
As if the ancestors themselves were smiling upon him, Rooster looked up and saw the glint of sunshine on water. Lots of water. Pools of it. With a whoop of joy, Rooster charged ahead. Somewhere in the back of his thirst-addled mind, he was conscious of the scent marker that separated uncharted territory from Clan territory. He still barrelled over it without worry or care. Water was water. No cat owned water. He skidded to the edge of the nearest pool, and took greedy mouthfuls of the cool, refreshing water.
With droplets collecting on his muzzle like so many bad choices, he beckoned his protege to his side.
"Come on, Splash. You'll pass out from the heat if you don't drink something!"  Step back I'm goin' in
I'm crankin' up on the throttle
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 14, 2020 22:32:57 GMT -5
Snake - Tribe - 54 Moons - Male - Cave-Guard  -- If it was possible for Snake to think very poorly of Rooster ...
Well, that would have probably been several minutes ago. Right now, he was having slight issues with whatever was going on. The recklessness of the cave-guard set him on edge and the nervous tom felt his fur fluff up in discontent.
Glancing around, he slowly stepped forward, pawpad after pawpad brushing the hot and rocky surface they were traversing.
"Rooster!" he barked. Well, tried to bark, but it came out a bit strangled from the heat and coarseness of his throat.
He stopped at the scent line and let his pelt bristle. This didn't help the heat, which seemed to get to his skin with even more ease now that his fur was on end.
"Come back," he hissed. "You don't know what's on that side of the border. If you're thirty, some other dangerous animals will be as well."
He could feel his own parched throat and the strain in his heat-warn legs after making it this far. But he clearly had more control over the cave-guard.
This wasn't saying much. Hesitation and distrust of the unknown kept him fixed in place just as much as anything else. He sheathed and unsheathed his claws.
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Sept 27, 2020 6:10:15 GMT -5
[googlefont="Roboto Condensed"][googlefont="Engagement"] Splash of Leaping Trout tribe of forgotten waters The less than enthusiastic she-cat hadn't been quite as peppy as her guide had been when he'd proposed they head out this morning. It was with reluctant steps that she'd shuffled out of the cavern, a yawn parting her jaws as her golden-green eyes looked out across the bright, mountainous landscape. The sun that had peeped above the peaks promised to deliver a warm, pleasant day, but the gentle rays that warmed her golden tortoiseshell pelt had done nothing but make her want to curl up somewhere and nap. Rooster had pranced ahead of her with vigour, determined that she remain fit as a mountain hare.
Except that the warm, pleasant day turned out to be less than pleasant. After a while of tramping up steep inclines with the heat of the sun bearing down on her long-furred back, Splash was at least glad to see that Rooster was suffering as much as she was. His zeal and fervor quickly spiralled into exhaustion and impatience. "So," Splash wheezed, her pelt drenched with sweat. "Really nice day for a walk. I feel like my paws are going to drop off." She muttered with a note of sarcasm to her tone. She knew as well as he did that they were all worn down to their last scraps of energy. She glanced at Snake, trying to discern if the older cave-guard was as exhausted as they were, but he seemed composed and she couldn't read much from him.
She was more relieved than she could say when they began to make their way downslope, a much easier journey than the steep incline she had been trying to scale. Her bushy tail almost dragged the ground behind her. She continuously reminded herself to check the sky, her eyes scanning the vast blue. There were no clouds to block the raw heat from the sun as it beat down on them. Splash nearly jumped out of her fur when a loud rattling screech sounded from a nearby pine. She stared up open-mouthed at the branches, seeking out the source of the noise, but quickly realised it was a cicada. This was the closest she had been to the strange, noisy creatures. "Oh shut up! Shut UP! I hope your wings fall off you bug-eyed-" Rooster blurted out in frustration, his voice a sudden clatter of noise after the silence of their miserable hike. There was a confused pause as the tom searched for a way to finish his insult. "--bug!" He hissed. Splash couldn't help but roll her eyes behind him, a sigh working its way up from her lungs.
Rooster gave a huff, his patience clearly exhausted. "Come on, let's find some water and some shade, then we can head back up." He told her, waving his tail to direct her towards him. Splash tottered after, her ears perking at the prospect of water and a break. Her dry tongue rasped her lips. Nothing sounded more attractive in that moment than a cool, refreshing lap at a stream or a pool. "Is there water around here?" She asked, glancing around. The mountains seemed so incredibly vast, she still didn't feel she knew how to navigate them. Suddenly, Rooster gave a loud whoop and broke into a run, leaving Splash blinking where he'd stood a moment before. She followed the line of his direction and realised that just beyond the rise was... Water! A purr rumbling in her tired, dry throat, the to-be broke into a dash and skittered after the cave-guard. Suddenly, a scent swamped her awareness and she skidded to a halt, misgivings surging in her heart. "Hey, uh." She called out to Rooster, the water tortorously close as he took large, greedy mouthfuls. "Are we allowed...?" Rooster looked up from his drink, water dripping from his chin. He swept his tail in a beckoning gesture. "Come on, Splash. You'll pass out from the heat if you don't drink something!" That did it. Splash did feel really dizzy. She trotted over to his side and settled down beside him, lapping greedily at the water.
"Rooster!" Snake's voice boomed, his voice hoarse from the thirst that had dried each of them out like fish out of water. Splash glanced up from the water, but still lapped at it with her tongue. She was far too thirsty to stop drinking. When she looked back at Snake, she could see his oddly bent tail sticking up with alarm and his chocolate-brown fur bristling uneasily. "Come back," He growled, his hazel eyes stern. "You don't know what's on that side of the border. If you're thirsty, some other dangerous animals will be as well." Splash didn't like the sound of that. Her eyes blinked at him as she took one more tentative gulp of the water. "But... we're a whole patrol." She pointed out. "Isn't that enough to intimidate other animals?" Her voice died at the last few syllables, realising she was questioning a much more senior cave-guard's knowledge of the mountains and its fauna. This day wasn't panning out so well.  I got spirit I got wings
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Post by Fawn on Oct 13, 2020 2:33:37 GMT -5
Strut of Ring-Necked ROOSTER 36 Moons Cave-Guard Tribe of Forgotten Waters Rooster prided himself on his ability to defend his friends and family against outside threats - what else was the driving purpose of a cave-guard? Decoration? - but his respect for Snake would have made him consider the older tom's words.
Y'know. If he'd heard them.
The more senior guard's reprimand fell on not deaf ears exactly, more like waterlogged ears as Rooster joyously pulled his entire head out of the pool he'd been drinking from and gave it a doglike shake. "What? Did you say something Snake? You're gonna bake like a worm on rock if you keep standing around like that!" Rooster's whiskers dripped, and his entire head was comically thinner than the rest of his body, but he could feel the cool water reaching down to his skin and it felt amazing.
"Come on in. I'll keep an eye out for predators or Clan cats, don't worry." Rooster's tail waved as he took a few delicious steps into the pool, submerging up to his chest in the cool, refreshing water. He openly sighed, making no efforts to hide how happy and content he was with this decision. Don't have to worry about eagles. Who ever heard of an eagle snatching a cat out of water? Nobody, that's who. I bet eagles don't even like water. I bet eagles are AFRAID of water. They probably can't swim. Haha, stupid birds. Bright green eyes threatened to close with the relief of his sore pads being soothed all at once, but he stubbornly kept them open. Had to protect his Tribemates.
Was it just him or was Snake looking agitated? Rooster let out a nervous laugh. "C'mon Snake! It's alright, I promise!"
If he'd been looking towards Clan territory, he would have noticed the party of three or four cats hastily making their way over to the group of cave-guards. Step back I'm goin' in
I'm crankin' up on the throttle
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 10, 2020 15:10:47 GMT -5
Snake Sunning on Rocks
Ships are launching from my chest, Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost❖Snake's tail flicked back and forth, lips pealing back from his lips as he hissed with annoyance a little.
"You're risking an awful lot for water," he said. His throat was dry as dust. There was so much in his mind that he thought could go wrong.
Even with his statement, he still looked longingly at the water. He wanted to follow Rooster's action up with his own dip into the water, but he could feel the fur along his back bristling at the thought of breaking this set ... "tradition" even if no one else was around.
"I'm fine," he said, staying where he was. He did look at Splash pointedly. He was leaving this on her head. If she truly expected she'd be alright, then fine. But there was still a fairly decent amount of blame in his gaze as well.
"There's better places than here to do this sort of thing," he mumbled under his breath. Loud enough for the others to hear, of course.
He shuffled his paws against the ground, his throat still panging with the need for water. The water that was glistening just a couple steps away. It was very tempting, very. But still Snake held back, head twisting this way and that, even concerned with cats back from the direction they'd come noticing them.
"Get out," he hissed, head tilting toward Clan territory. "Now."
Then, because he was trying to get the urgency across.
"Please."
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 10, 2020 23:55:59 GMT -5
[googlefont=Sail] [googlefont=Amaranth] song OF SHADOWED STREAM 33 MOONS // SHE-CAT // TRIBE // PREY-HUNTERYOU HAVE THAT KIND OF INTOXICATING INSANITY [attr="class","songbody"] D id anyone bother keeping track of her? It was always easy to tell when the ebony and ivory feline was in a particular vicinity; even if she bothered to make any effort to do so, her personality was not something easily contained within one space. Perhaps the more difficult task was determining when she wasn't somewhere. Typically, by the time you realized that things were quiet, that they had been far too quiet for far too long, oh it was far too late. And today was no exception. The Tribe's cavern had been strangely peaceful for much of the day, undisturbed by any unwarranted explosion of the living essence of noise. If someone had been paying attention, and not instead basking in that tranquility, they might have noticed the absence of a particular she-cat that some might have called a blessing. And just where had she been? Well, wide-pupiled green eyes had spotted one of her absolute favorite cats exiting the cave early that morning, followed by his To-Be and another Cave Guard. That flush of excitement she'd felt upon seeing her brother had driven her to develop a strange little idea in that peculiar head of hers. A game of sorts. If seeing him had brought her that much joy, surely the reverse would be possible too. And so, Song had decided she would follow the patrol, waiting for the perfect moment to surprise Rooster with none other than herself. Oh, he was going to be so thril- Ooooh.... Bunny! Green orbs bounded along with the creature's strange gait, her eyes becoming more green than black as her pupils contracted. Her lithe figure shivered in a mix of anticipation and excitement, a near insatiable desire ripping through her veins and causing her claws to flex against the rock surface. Her mouth filled involuntarily with saliva, her brain clouding over as she thought of all the little things she could do to the poor, unsuspecti-. "Oh shut up! Shut UP! I hope your wings fall off you bug-eyed-...-bug!" Rooster's voice ripped through her haze, her pupils widening again as the rabbit became forgotten. "Oooooh I love bugs!" She trilled under her breath, doing a little bounce of joy at the thought of the weird little creatures. Where had Rooster found a bug? Where even was she? If you'd asked her, she'd been following Rooster for like... Fifty heartbeats max. Buuuuuut the sun's position in the sky told her that the better half of a day had slipped by. Oh, how time seemed to fly when you were having fun! What could she have possibly done today that had been fun, you might ask? Why, she got to follow Rooster! Somehow, Song had managed to keep herself entertained throughout the whole endeavor. Truly it was a miracle she was still alive, what with all the things that could be creeping around the corner. Yes, call it skill, or call it dumb luck, she'd managed to survive a whole day in which no one actually knew she could be in danger. ...Okay, it was definitely the luck; an eagle literally passed over her about an hour ago, but she'd unintentionally avoided it because she'd seen a funny looking shadow in the mouth of a cave that she wanted to pet..? Probably best not to ask. Regardless, the important thing was that Rooster was there! The patrol had approached a beautiful looking pool, which sparked a thirst she'd barely noticed for much of the day. Now that it was right in front of her though, she was almost painfully aware of just how parched she was. After all, she hadn't had anything to drink since like... Last night. And when had she eaten? Did that leaf she found count? What about the piece of moss she'd accidentally swallowed while cleaning her fur? Ooooh, maybe th- "Prettyyyy..." She gasped suddenly, eyes fixated on the way the sunlight danced over the water's surface. And then she remembered Rooster again. Ears shot up in excitement, her attention span completely passing over the patrol of strangers just inside Clan territory not too far away. With a high pitched squeal that would have put any newborn kit to shame, Song's walk-battered paws rushed over the rock that remained between herself and her Tribe-mates until she leapt spectacularly off of the little ledge she'd been hiding on aaaand.... "BOOOOULDER BAAAAAALL!" She howled, launching herself clean over all three of the Cave Guards and into the pool of crystalline water. Did she pay any mind to what could have been in the water, living or not? No. Did physics respect her small size when determining the size of the surge of water created by her black and white form colliding mercilessly with the water? Also no. Instead, it seemed to consider only the weight of her personality. SPLASH!The glass-like surface suddenly exploded into fragments of light refractions as water pellets were launched into the air and scattered in every direction. Despite her seemingly boundless energy, she could still recognize that walking around all day was tiring. Had she stopped to consider whether Snake, Rooster, and Splash (hehe Splash) wanted to be drenched unsuspectingly? No, not even a moment. All she'd recognized was she was sore, she was hot, and the water looked soooooo good. They'd thank her later for cooling them down. Probably. Maybe. A white-patched black head popped out of the water, fur plastered to her cheeks as she shook water from her ears with a strange trill of laughter and discomfort. Paws flailed about awkwardly for a moment as the she-cat floundered with how to keep her head above the surface. Ducking slightly to blow air bubbles on the water's surface with her nose, Song found her brother with her eyes. The little voice in her head Eee'd excitedly as she recognized him, pulling her head free of the water to grin widely at him and let a mouthful of water surge forth from now open jaws. "Roofy-Doofy~ Hiya!"THAT LETS OTHER PEOPLE DREAM OUTSIDE THE LINES TAGGED: Fawn ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 mintedstar/fur // NOTES: Uhhhh Sorry not sorry? 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Post by KARAZHAL on Nov 22, 2020 22:32:34 GMT -5
 The tension at the Sky Springs had been almost uncomfortable for the new leader to stand, so it had been with an awkward chuckle that he slipped out of the water and indicated that he'd gotten himself wet enough. Perhaps it was time to return their prey to camp, he suggested to his hunting patrol, and he watched his brothers and Lightningflash go ahead of him. They did not clump together, which did not surprise him, and Birdstar did not follow them either. Instead, he shook the excess water off his pelt and leapt onto moss-covered stones heated by the scorching sun. He strode from stone to stone, minding his own business while he tried to find one that wasn't burnt brown, hoping to dry off and groom himself in a secluded spot. He did not want his brothers doubling back to try starting up that argument about loners again. It was something for Birdstar to consider alone.
When his fur was starting to dry, he heard the sound of frivolity. Birdstar chuckled softly, thinking of his clanmates enjoying themselves just as he'd been doing before, but his ears picked up the voices of strangers and he was abruptly reminded of his place--StoneClan's leader. He jolted out of his own naivete. Hastily, he scrambled across the stones, his thoughts racing. He was alone, but had the high ground and the territorial advantage. If these were rogues--
Birdstar exhaled through his nose, bracing himself for the worst as he peered over the ledge down at the springs. There, he saw four cats, two toms and two mollies, and they were perhaps the noisiest rogues he'd ever seen. The tom in the water talked as loudly as a pheasant crowing in LightningClan territory, but louder still was the she-cat who had climbed onto a ledge a fox-length under him and hurled herself into the water like a diving hawk.
Rather than gawk at these intruders, Birdstar swept his gaze across his terrain and straightened when he saw three StoneClan she-cats making a beeline toward all the ruckus. He stood up, raising his tail and immediately catching the attention of Cloverspring, whose patched pelt he recognized quickly from a distance. The astute senior warrior paused, halting Sorrelclaw and Hazelcloud beside her, and when Birdstar made spinning motions with his tail, the veteran nodded for her two patrol members to flank the springs until they and Birdstar were poised north, south, east, and west.
Encouraged by the arrival of his clanmates, Birdstar decided that diplomacy would be the best answer for this, not a brutal sneak attack like the one that'd gotten poor Frostpaw mortally wounded. These cats seemed friendly enough with each other--except for the one tom. He seemed to have noticed Cloverspring's eyes staring them all down and had hissed in vain to his group.
Birdstar's green eyes held no malice as he looked down upon the group enjoying themselves in his territory. With magnamity, he called down to them from upon the ledge, his fur dark in places that had not completely dried yet. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" He then tilted his head. "Do you mind coming out of there for a bit? Just for a little chat?" Birdstar's expression crinkled into a smile so unnaturally nice it was threatening. Clan cats did not have chats. Clan cats were meant to challenge everything strange in their path. A cat this nice would only have supreme confidence in his ability to handle something without needing to get ruffled up, right?
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Jan 14, 2021 16:14:22 GMT -5
[googlefont="Roboto Condensed"][googlefont="Engagement"] Splash of Leaping Trout tribe of forgotten waters [attr="class","splash"]"He said," Splash meowed to her guide, with the world's most patient (secretly impatient) tone. "That this is a bad idea." But as she turned back to Rooster, she saw that his head was infinitely smaller than his body, dripping with pool water. She burst out laughing, a musical sound that echoed slightly against the nearby rock face. It was definitely a hilarious sight. “Why worry about Clan cats, anyway?” She asked, shaking her head. “I thought we were supposed to be friends.” She plomped her paw into the water, making a satisfying “plonk plonk” sound. Her golden-green eyes reflected with hints of blue as she looked into the water, a pleased smile playing over her face. It was nice to cool down in the heat and not feel like your ears and tail were getting boiled off. Splash picked up on the nervous note to Rooster’s voice as he laughed back at Snake, and suddenly she didn’t feel as reassured. Her eyes flicked back to Snake, wondering if she should just listen to him and retreat. After all, he wasn’t stupid. He might have a point. Snake was glaring at Rooster, his fur all abristle and his teeth bared. Splash’s ears lowered. She didn’t like being faced with frustration or anger, it sent a thrill of nerves through her heart. The tension in the air grew, like a thunderstorm brewing within a dark mass of clouds.
The ever-charming but easily distracted Song quickly reminded the entire patrol of her presence. With a shriek of excitement, Song launched above their heads and hit the water, sending a tidal wave over Splash’s head. Dripping with water, the Cave-guard to-be blinked at the other she-cat as she bobbed in the water, complete innocence in her amused eyes. Though Splash wasn’t exactly impressed at being unexpectedly drenched, she couldn’t help but smile at the tittering laugh that rose from her when she had finally broken the surface. “What are you, a fish?” Splash asked, swiping a white paw at the water to send an arc of droplets sailing for Song’s unprotected head. Song squirted water at Rooster, proving that she was, indeed, a fish. It was a cheeky and mischievous thing to do, and Splash couldn’t help but giggle under her breath. This was a good day. The best day, in fact.
Until suddenly, the whisper of paws over stones announced the presence of an unknown entity. Splash jerked her head up from the water, golden eyes sharp with defensiveness. She stiffened, all manner of potential foes running through her thoughts. Before she could react or warn her Tribemates, a masculine voice hailed them from above. Turning her dripping face upward, Splash made out the unmistakable blue-grey silhouette of a tom-cat. She relaxed. Cats were not their enemies. Splash felt a natural trust for a fellow feline and sat down with curiosity growing in her heart. Who was this? Why did he want to speak to them? Splash twitched her ear, feeling it wasn’t her place to address the stranger. She was the youngest cat in the patrol and hadn’t dealt with that many strangers before. She glanced between the older cave-guards, uncertainty wavering in her gaze. Did any of them know this cat? He smelled… strange, oddly familiar. Splash couldn’t quite place it, but the scent lingered in the back of her mind. A Clan cat? I got spirit I got wings
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