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Post by Zaabu on Feb 3, 2013 14:43:10 GMT -5
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Snow was falling gently over RaggedClan's territory that day. A strong wind kicked up snow and ice from the ground, swirling the flakes and shards about through the air before letting them fall gently back to the forest floor. It was cold, but not the kind that bit into paws and froze noses. It was softer, and with the sun shining brightly overhead, its warm rays bouncing off the snow and illuminating the world around, it was hard to find fault with the day.
Many small rivers and streams dotted the territory, two of which branched off from Pebble Lake, a small body of water east of the Dark Forest portal. Even with the sun overhead, Pebble Lake was frozen solid, save for one small hole. It was there that Windchill crouched, her bright yellow eyes determined and focused, ears pricked as she listened for the tell tale swish of a fish's tail through the water below. Though not much of a morning cat, Windchill usually forced herself to get up when the land was still dark to tag along with the Dawn Patrol. She would then split off from them in order to hunt her favourite prey, as they were most active during the early morning and the late evening. Pebble Lake was a normal stop for the she-cat when on a solo hunting patrol. She usually spent the morning catching fish, and then the afternoon was devoted to seeking warm-blooded prey in the forest, as slippery, salty meat was not usually a RaggedClanner's first choice for a meal.
So far, her claws had not snagged anything, and while Windchill's patience was usually quite thin, she could stand to wait for this. Her tail swished back and forth gently as the minutes ticked on. The she-cat had not moved for a very long time when suddenly, her paw shot out, claws unsheathed as they scooped up a trout that had wandered too close to the hole in the ice. Windchill dragged the flopping animal up onto the ice, and bit into the fish's head, it's struggles ceasing. The light grey she-cat straightened up, licking her lips triumphantly and a warm purr rumbling up from her chest. This was something she was good at.
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 3, 2013 15:29:28 GMT -5
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The dawn light filtered through the camp entrance as the sun was beginning to rise in the sky. Duckfeather flickered his large bat-like ears as he sat crouched to himself, pondering what the day would bring. His teal-eyes shifted to stare towards where the Apprentices slept before returning to gaze out to to the territory from where he perched. He pondered about waking Owlpaw up and taking him training and then thought about leaving to catch up with the patrol that had left earlier but he knew they would be back soon anyway and then he could join a hunting patrol but he didn't feel up to it.
The tom quickly moved off without anyone noticing, creeping down the rocks of the mountain's side. He looked forward as he trotted forward, watching the light snow that trickled down from the sky. He liked snow, he never knew why but he enjoyed the scent and the feel of it between his toes even if it sometimes made the tom's pad's shiver from the coldness. He was headed towards the Dark forest entrance, he wanted to see if his father was in there... He wanted to have some finished words with him even if there was a very high-chance that he wouldn't speak to anyone but the gate-keeper.
Duckfeather reached the river, thin ice on the top cracking at the current splashed against it but he noticed as he looked up the river that it seemed more frozen east. 'That would mean the Pebble Lake is frozen.' He thought to himself, but he was sure that there would be holes in the lake from some of the cat's fishers. Duckfeather made a disgusted face... Fish... He was never able to digest the scaly prey. It always made him ill. He paused before he started heading east, following the river. He soon made it to Pebble Lake, looking over and spotting Windchill with a trout. His stomach felt like flipping with sickness and he hadn't even eaten fish yet. "Nice catch." He mewed, trying not to startle her.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 3, 2013 15:55:14 GMT -5
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Windchill was crouched over her catch, in the process of picking the slippery trout up in her jaws when a voice sounded nearby, and a scent drifted in on the wind.
"Nice catch."
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[/i] Straightening and slightly startled, Windchill swung her head around, the fish clamped tightly in her jaws and flopping slightly with the she-cat's head movement. Her yellow gaze settled on the mottled grey pelt of Duckfeather, a Clanmate and fellow warrior. Windchill quirked a brow at the tom. It was unusual for Duckfeather to be out by Pebble Lake during Leaf-bare; normally, she was the lake's only occupant (aside from the fish). She knew very well that Duckfeather couldn't stomach the taste of fish. For the most part, he couldn't bear to be around her while she was eating, which was part of the reason she didn't know the tom that well. He was 6 moons younger than Windchill, having only been born a few days after Windchill had left the nursery to become an apprentice. They really hadn't gotten acquainted until he'd joined the Clan as a warrior, and even then, they weren't very close. Still, she didn't hold anything against him, and the fact that he was so close to Quailstar made him trustworthy in her eyes. Windchill trotted over to the bank where Duckfeather was standing, dropping her fish in the snow and scooping a pile over it to cover the scent for the tom's benefit. "Morning Duckfeather!" she said, in a suprisingly cheery mood. "And thanks," she meowed in reply to his earlier compliment. "I'd offer to share with you but then I'd have to carry you back to camp." [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] "][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 3, 2013 16:13:09 GMT -5
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Duckfeather dipped his head in a greeting as he picked up on her cheery mood, he would of just carried on towards the dark-forest entrance but as she covered the fish he felt obligated to stay. "T-thanks." He gave a nervous chuckle with a slight wrinkle, "I gueFff-Ff you think I'm odd to not Fff-fftomaching your favorite thing.." He slurred on his Ss's making them sound more like Ffs'. He really hated the way he spoke, he narrowed his eyes as he looked down his nose to scorn himself before he walked forward and sat down.
"Have you seen the Dawn patrol?" He asked, "I've been trying to catch up with them." A lie, but he didn't like telling anyone the truth about his father and what he wanted to speak to him about except for Quailstar and his adoptive sister Fawnleap. The tom gave a soft smile, as if he too began to believe that was what he was going to do, it sounded better than confronting your dead father... Her flickered his ears as he wrinkled his nose, the fish scent faded but still there. He looked towards the older female, realizing how the two had not spoken much words together. Sure they had been placed on patrols and what not, they just never really conversed.
"Or maybe you would be up to a little hunting.. Something more stomaching." He chuckled as he half-closed his eyes and gave a half-hearted laugh.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 3, 2013 16:32:05 GMT -5
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Windchill smiled at the tom's stuttered words and lifted a paw, waving it dismissively. The stuttering didn't bother her all; some cats had a knack for the spoken word, some didn't. She wasn't one to judge. "Nah, not really. There aren't many cats in RaggedClan who like fish as much as I do. With my appetite, you'd think I was born a TidalClanner." She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Fish she liked. Water? Not so much. She put up with it so she could catch her favourite prey, but truthfully, Windchill wished there was another way to find the slippery little animals.
"Have you seen the Dawn Patrol?"
Windchill cocked her head to the side. "I left with them earlier this morning," she said thoughtfully. "But I split off once we'd circled the area near Dune Hollow, and passed the Dark Forest portal."
"I've been trying to catch up with them."
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[/b] Windchill shrugged. "Haven't seen them since I left. I would've thought they'd be back at camp by now? Maybe you just missed them." As she spoke, Windchill noted Duckfeather's wrinkled nose. She scraped some more snow over top her fish to further hide the scent, marking the spot so she'd be able to pick it up on the way back to camp. She was about to suggest that they head out to meet up with the patrol when Duckfeather spoke up. "Or maybe you would be up to a little hunting.. Something more stomaching."Windchill grinned. "You're in luck! I usually head into the forest once I'm done here, to catch some proper prey. I don't want Quailstar to think I'm just hunting for myself, y'know?" Windchill stood up and shook out some of the snow that had fallen onto her pelt. "Anyway, you're quite welcome to join me! No more fish, I promise."[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] "][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 4, 2013 15:06:44 GMT -5
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'...you'd think I was born a TidalClanner...'
Duckfeather gave a soft chuckle as she spoke, twitching his whiskers with amusement as she described herself as a Tideclanner. "I don't Fff-Ffee you as a Tideclanner." He slowly remarked with a small smile even though he was unsure if she had heard him or not. He didn't take much notice of when she spoke about the patrol, he did't need to know and he knew they would be back soon. He simply nodded his head at the right times and flickered his ears back when she said that he just missed them.
"Anyway, you're quite welcome to join me! No more fish, I promise."
Ears perked back up as he gave a warm smile, "Good." He replied, half-closing his eyes as he gave a grin. "I Ff-ffwear we Fffould jufft keep a Fff--Fferperate pile for your Ffiffh." He laughed jokingly as he flickered his tail to the side, pushing himself to his paws. He shook his own pelt like Windchill had, but some of the snow stayed stuck to his pelt. "Where do you wanna hunt?" He asked.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 4, 2013 23:58:30 GMT -5
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Good... I Ff-ffwear we Fffould jufft keep a Fff--Fferperate pile for your Ffiffh."
Windchill chuckled at Duckfeather's words. "Well, lucky for you, most cats agree with you when it comes to fish. I usually eat my catch quickly," she purred "Otherwise, that smell would fill the caves, and then you'd be in a real spot of trouble." Windchill crouched and stretched out her legs, claws sheathing and unsheathing as she relaxed and flexed her sore muscles, still stiff from sitting on the cold ice for so long. Then she straightened, eyes bright and tail waving. "Why don't we just stay around here to hunt?" She asked him, when he queried about their little patrol. "I was going to head off into the woods anyway; it's still early, so if there is any prey about, it'll be sluggish, and easy to catch. Perhaps if we're lucky, we might actually come across a mouse or two."
When he voiced no objection, Windchill trotted forward, waiting for Duckfeather to catch up before heading off into the woods as a pair. Deciding that silence was boring, Windchill turned to him as they walked. "So how have you been Duckfeather? Recently, I mean. We haven't been out on patrol in a while. Anything new and exciting happening?" While she waited for a reply, Windchill looked about the forest.
The trees were bare and covered with frost, but they provided at least a little shelter from the light snow that was falling. Snowflakes weren't flying into her eyes, so Windchill considered that a good thing. Opening her jaws as they padded through the wood, Windchill let the scents of the area wash over her tongue, tasting the air for the scent of warm-blooded creatures. The ground beneath their paws was sloping slightly which meant they were probably nearing the north-western part of RaggedClan's territory. The land was rockier there, with dips, hills, and the occasional small gorge. RaggedClan cats knew the area well, but any other cat would find the place difficult to navigate. One slip up, and a cat could easily fall to their death. But Windchill headed in that direction anyway, knowing that mice liked to hide in the rocks.
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 5, 2013 17:42:31 GMT -5
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Duckfeather looked at her and gave a slight nod as he trotted after her and headed for the woodland. His teal-coloured eyes gleamed as he looked up into the sky and watched the slow snow falling onto the ground, settling gently on their pelts. Most of the snow was being caught by the trees above them and the tom felt glad, that would mean more chance of finding prey as they would find shelter.
"So how have you been Duckfeather? Recently, I mean. We haven't been out on patrol in a while. Anything new and exciting happening?"
Duckfeather's ears twitched as he looked towards the icey-grey she-cat, twisting his head to the side as the silence of thoughts was interupted. He pondered about the question for a few seconds before giving a small hum of thought; "Not much." He said slowly, "I have been buFf-ffy with training MuHh-Paw." He said, frowning as he spoke Mudpaw's name. "I caught a very plump rabbit the other Hh-ay aFff well." He added in thought, "What about you?" He asked, half-closing his eyes with the friendly gesture.
He noticed the ground getting sloppy, his paws slightly slipping against the ground. He let his claws grip into the ground to keep his balance. He knew as they were getting closer the land would get more harder to terrian, he often thanked he was a Raggedclan warrior because of these rocks. Duckfeather's ears perked as he twisted them around, opening his mouth to taste the cold-air.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 6, 2013 2:47:09 GMT -5
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As the pair moved into the rockier part of RaggedClan territory, they spoke of Clan life. "I've been pretty busy with Slatepaw as well," Windchill meowed in reply to Duckfeather's comment. "His training is coming along really well. We still need to work on his offense, but overall, he's shaping up to be a great warrior." Windchill grinned and winked then. "Of course, how else would he turn out, being trained by yours truly." Her tone was laced with pride, and if she sounded a little cocky, it wasn't an accident. Windchill was very competitive with all things, be it hunting, patrolling or in this case, training. Slatepaw was her very first apprentice, and she was determined to do a good job, and impress Quailstar. Windchill and RaggedClan's leader were already close friends, but she hoped to show him that she could get her act together when she needed to.
Shaking her head, Windchill returned to the present. "You caught a fat rabbit in Leaf-bare?" She said, sounding surprised when he spoke. "You lucky furball! I can't believe I didn't notice that. I feel like that should've been announced to the Clan or something." She nudged the grey tom playfully. "Well done!"
A sudden fluttering sound reached her ears, and Windchill turned from Duckfeather, mouth open to scent and eyes suddenly bright and focused. There! Atop one of the boulders was a small pine thrush, it's wings folded in as it pecked away at a small pinecone, probably flown in the the forest. Windchill dropped into a hunter's crouch, and began stalking the bird, creeping closer and closer until she was within leaping distance. She was poised to strike when a noise must have spooked the creature, because it took off into the sky before Windchill could jump, calling out an alarm for all other birds to hear. "Fox-dung," Windchill cursed, straightening up from her crouch and padding back over to Duckfeather. "Bad luck." She sighed, shrugging.
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 7, 2013 15:25:46 GMT -5
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Duckfeather chuckled as she spoke with pride about Slatepaw, he felt the same about training Mudpaw. He just needed to prove to his adoptive father that he is a great warrior. He was determined to make him into the best even if he snapped at him from time to time. "Maybe we Ff-hould Hho f-Ffome paire-Hh training." He staggered out with great difficulty, his tail giving a swish of annoyance but he soon flickered his ears.
"I saw fat.. Maybe fat for leaf-bare." He laughed gently, "But anything caught in thi-Ff moon is h-Hheemed as lucky." He added with a nod of his head. The tom watched her as she turned into a hunter's crouch and headed towards a thrush. Duckfeather lowered to the ground to make sure he wasn't seen as he stayed silently watching the two play their game. the thrush soon took flight and Windchill's curse broke the silence as well as the alarmed call from the alerted bird. "There will be more chancef-Ff." He shrugged, "Ff-hall be heaHh off then? Find Ffomewhere elffe to try?" He asked.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 8, 2013 8:55:20 GMT -5
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Windchill reached Duckfeather's side, flicking her tail and nodding in agreement, still slightly disgruntled about her failed catch. "It's still morning," she meowed, shrugging again and brushing it off. "And even with that bird's alarm call, there should still be some prey in the area. Why don't we stick around and try our luck here for a bit longer?" When Duckfeather voiced no objection, Windchill nodded and began walking to another part of the area, hoping that a successful hunt would not come with difficulty that day.
"I'd love to take Owlpaw and Slatepaw out together, by the way," Windchill said as they padded along, referring to Duckfeather's earlier comment about training their apprentices. "I usually take him out alone, or with Mudpaw and Singewhisker, so I think it'd be good for him to interact with a few more cats." She smiled at the thought. Slatepaw was very similar to her, but because of that, he also wasn't quite as social, and Windchill did not want him to through his apprenticeship without a close friend, as she had for most of hers.
After a few minutes, Windchill came to a halt. They'd reached an area much like the previous, with a few long dead trees scattered about, probably the result of a volcano eruption long ago. Windchill pricked her ears, swiveling them too and fro in the hopes that the noise of tiny paws or the fluttering of wings would reach her. But the noise she heard wasn't either of those. A loud crunching was coming from the direction of the foothills, where the mountains began, and Windchill squinted her eyes, searching for a source. "Do you hear that?" she asked, turning to Duckfeather and regarding him quizzically.
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 13, 2013 16:27:27 GMT -5
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"Why don't we stick around and try our luck here for a bit longer?"
Duckfeather didn't voice an objection, nodding his head in agreement. It was a good idea, the surroundings around here maybe the alarm call would benefit them rather than diminish their chances of a hunt. for the call might lure others out to seek safety and give up their positions. He started moving again as she did, walking beside her as he swiveled his ears to her voice.
"I'd love to take Owlpaw and Slatepaw out together, by the way,"
Duckfeather turned to loop at her as he padded along, giving a soft smile. "That would be good." He spoke with a quick nod. "MuHhpaw needs to train with another apprentice... It'll help him with battle training and maybe give him Ffome more frienH-Hhfff." He added, glaring forward as he tried to squeeze the word 'friends.' out. "It'll be nice to get to know you Ffome more too." He added before perking his ears at a sudden noise. The loud crunching noise made the tom jump slightly, it wasn't a noise he had been expecting.
The tom looked around before staring towards the foothills, "I hhiiHhh..." He gave up on saying the word 'Did.' Shaking his head. "Where hh-hhh it come from?" He asked, but he knew it was a question that they both wanted to know. "We FfhoulHhh go back and report it to QuailFf-ar." He said, "Get a patrol out."
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 14, 2013 10:58:14 GMT -5
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"Where hh-hhh it come from?"
"I dunno..." Windchill meowed, her tone slightly wary. She narrowed her yellow gaze, ears swiveling atop her head as she searched for whoever, or whatever was making the snound, which was steadily getting louder. "It sounds big,"
"We ffshoulhhh go back and report it to Quailff-ar. Get a patrol out."
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[/i] Windchill turned to look at Duckfeather, considering his words. "Or," she murmured. "We could always go take a look. As long as we're careful, we should be ok, right?" Windchill began padding forward, not waiting for her companion. Intelligent though she was, Windchill was prone to making rash decisions now and again. She often thought with her claws first, and then asked questions later, and this was one of those times. "C'mon Duckfeather," She whispered loudly, already dropping into a crouch. "What could go wrong?"Without waiting for an answer, Windchill began to make her way through the rocky terrain, safely assuming that Duckfeather would follow. The crunching sound had stopped, but a strange, musky scent was in the air, and Windchill's curiousity was getting the best of her. A faint snuffling sound came from up ahead, and the grey she-cat wanted to see whatever it was. She stalked around a large boulder, immediately freezing in her tracks, eyes wide. Directly in front of her, about 10 fox-lengths away, a large, brown animal was digging in the snow. It had a large head and nose, with strange, branch-like objects sticking out of the top of it's skull. As it dug, Windchill got a glimpse of it's strange feet, which looked like two stones. She'd only seen one animal like it before, but it had been from far away; she'd never seen it up close before. This. thing. was. HUGE. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] "][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sparrowpuff on Feb 20, 2013 4:41:44 GMT -5
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"What could go wrong?"
Duckfeather turned to her, he knew he should go back and report it but his own curiosity was getting the better of him. The tom flickered his ears as he got to his paws and began to follow the she-cat. "I hh-on know.. A lot of thing-Fff."He muttered, almost to himself with being so quiet. He crouched low to the ground as he continued creeping behind her, the noise stopped which made him lift his head to scent the air. Such a strange scent.
He got to her side, looking at her but she was too frozen at what she was looking at. Duckfeather didn't want to turn his head, she what the noise had been and now the musky stench was coming from but he slowly turned his head and blinked his eyes at the... What was it? Duckfeather hadn't seen one of these before but he has heard of them, but he thought they were only stories to stop kits from venturing out of the camp. "W-oah." He opened his mouth to mouth the words silently, almost struck. Hopefully the thing would see them and they could just slowly re-trace their steps back.
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Post by Zaabu on Feb 23, 2013 1:54:25 GMT -5
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Windchill was still frozen in place, gawking at the massive beast in front of her. She was not a cat who could easily be impressed or intimidated, but this was one of those rare times where it did happen. She barely registered Duckfather reach her side, too engrossed in staring at the strange creature with the branches stick out of it's head.
'Branch-head' shook his massive body, flakes of snow and droplets of water flying off accompanied by his musky scent. Windchill wrinkled her nose, but was too interested in the large animal to worry about the smelly liquid that had splattered on the ground.
"W-oah."
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