Post by Hellion on Mar 15, 2021 3:38:09 GMT -5
Rooster & Hound
Sore as he was from the patrol two sunrises prior, Hound took the orders from his better and agreed to another. This one would not be alone as per usual for the large black coated tom, instead, Rooster would join him.
Hound in all his days as cave-guard could not say he found himself in the company of the almost comically named Rooster. A tom who fretted worse than most kit-mothers could ever dream.
Not that he ever had such attention on him, Hound still dreaded the assignment but kept his groans to himself. He had work to do and by the ancestors he would finish his task.
They were expected to take the long way around the known territory as part of the once a moon checks. Report any threats, changes to terrain or other important information. They were set off in pairs and going opposite directions. A total of four cats would trek the path in a day, sometimes two if the weather was bad.
Thankful for the fresh scent signally the time of freeing water, Hound hoped the weather would hold. He had no interest being stuck with Rooster over night.
Awaiting the first light of day, Hound kneaded the ground before him to loosen his joints and prepare himself for the journey. A cave-guard’s pride would always be their stamina, the ability to push through whatever stood in their way to protect and defend. He feared not the mountain they would travel and even held a sort of pride in knowing the path well.
All that remained unsure was Rooster and whatever rumors the other tom had believed. Hound pondered in the threshold to the main cave of the beliefs Rooster held about him. Would the other tom fear walking beside him? Wary enough of his muddy history to refuse Hound’s suggestions. To be successful they had to work together, but could be?
Hound wallowed in his thoughts and those similar as he waited, for the sun and Rooster’s arrival.
(Found the muse late while on my phone, will edit for table later)
Fawn
Sore as he was from the patrol two sunrises prior, Hound took the orders from his better and agreed to another. This one would not be alone as per usual for the large black coated tom, instead, Rooster would join him.
Hound in all his days as cave-guard could not say he found himself in the company of the almost comically named Rooster. A tom who fretted worse than most kit-mothers could ever dream.
Not that he ever had such attention on him, Hound still dreaded the assignment but kept his groans to himself. He had work to do and by the ancestors he would finish his task.
They were expected to take the long way around the known territory as part of the once a moon checks. Report any threats, changes to terrain or other important information. They were set off in pairs and going opposite directions. A total of four cats would trek the path in a day, sometimes two if the weather was bad.
Thankful for the fresh scent signally the time of freeing water, Hound hoped the weather would hold. He had no interest being stuck with Rooster over night.
Awaiting the first light of day, Hound kneaded the ground before him to loosen his joints and prepare himself for the journey. A cave-guard’s pride would always be their stamina, the ability to push through whatever stood in their way to protect and defend. He feared not the mountain they would travel and even held a sort of pride in knowing the path well.
All that remained unsure was Rooster and whatever rumors the other tom had believed. Hound pondered in the threshold to the main cave of the beliefs Rooster held about him. Would the other tom fear walking beside him? Wary enough of his muddy history to refuse Hound’s suggestions. To be successful they had to work together, but could be?
Hound wallowed in his thoughts and those similar as he waited, for the sun and Rooster’s arrival.
(Found the muse late while on my phone, will edit for table later)
Fawn
