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Post by CaptainClover on Feb 23, 2013 14:48:56 GMT -5
[[OOC: I suppose we can rp haha lD]]
The Maine Coon trotted across the sand, his paws unused to the strange texture of the rock dust. It clung to his thick fur even worst than mud, and with every gust of wind some of it seemed to fly into his face and up his nose, which in all ways felt irritating and wrong. However he was determinedly curious to see what that large blue expanse was in the horizon, so carried on at his steady pace. He had heard from a couple warriors of north that there was a third clan below the two he frequently saw, and this last clan was Tidalclan, after the tide they apparently bordered. The loner had no idea what a tide was, and was determined to find it out, but it only occurred to him half way through his journey that he'd have no if he had found the tide or not because he didn't know what a tide was. However as he entered the third clan's territory, he had seen a vast blue lake in the distance and felt driven to meet it.
Everything in this new clan was completely foreign to him however, from the strange ground with little grass to the trees with no branches, even the scents alone pushed him firmly out of his comfort zone. The Tidalclan border had smelt nothing like the previous two clans and as he crossed through the territory it wasn't hard to guess why. There were too few sighs that birds, squirrels or rodents even lived here, let alone enough to sustain a clan. In fact he swore he had heard the hiss of a snake between the few sparse bushes of grass that littered the sand dunes, but as far as he concerned that wasn't edible so what did Tidalclan live off?
He had been told that this was another cat clan, but what sane cat would choose to settle here? He wasn't sure he wanted to meet one if they were as bad as their territory. The large brown tom felt his paws sinking with each step, and the wind was beginning to make his eyes water. He was certainly sick of this place and decided that as soon as he found this 'tide', he would return to his habitat of trees and grass. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to discover what a tide was, but obviously it had to be interesting if a clan wanted to be near it. Maybe it could help him and his brother. Walking along the side of a river, he spotted what appeared to be a slope going down to the huge lake and ducked towards it, relief quickly settling over him as he got out of the wind in the sheltered area.
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Post by bit121788 on Feb 23, 2013 17:09:18 GMT -5
Starting the day at sunhigh.
Not exactly the best example to set for the apprentices of Tidal Clan, but then Kestreldive didn't really care since none of them were her apprentice. She'd straighten up her act when she was assigned one... maybe. But until then she'd keep doing things her own way.
So with the day half way over already, Kestreldive set out for the western Tidal-Ragged border. It was a solo patrol, so that meant she was in for lots and lots of alone time.
Fun, fun. She sighed, trotting on the shifting sands. A chilled wind was to her back, blowing her along on her trip to the border, but the sun was warm enough today to keep her from being too cold. She silently thanked Star Clan for the clear skies and warm sun. Her short white fur did little to keep her warm in harsher weather.
Kestreldive hopped her way across the second river and was soon standing on the upper ridge of Gull Bay. Her mismatched eyes took in the sight below her with dull interest. She'd been down there enough times to know that the more exciting spots were not where the three rocks lay, or the still waters in the bay... but instead where the ocean entered the bay surrounded by cliff walls. That was one of her favorite spots to jump from. Too bad the water was so cold, as she was sorely beginning to miss the diving. Newleaf couldn't come quick enough.
She was just about to turn and start making her way around Gull Bay when a dark shape caught her attention. It was moving down the sandy slope, awkwardly. Her eyes squinted, vainly trying to take in more detail. Kestreldive was certain that the large thing entering the bay was definitely not a Tidal Clan cat. But it was a cat.
The hairs along the nape of her neck stuck up as she ducked back behind the ridge. She hoped the wind wouldn't betray too much of her scent as she sprinted around the edge of Gull Bay, planning on confronting the cat down there before they had a chance to retreat out of the bay and run for it.
Please let it be a Ragged Clan cat. Please let it be - Not that she hated Ragged cats, it's just she wanted the satisfaction of running one off her territory because she'd never run any one off before. But as she silently popped out of cover a few fox-lengths behind him, her back slightly arched and her tail frizzed out, the scent from the mystery cat was just as mysterious and she hesitated long enough for the cat to notice her presence.
"A loner?" She muttered, unable to contain her surprise. She had not be expecting that. Tidal Clan rarely had non Clan cats in its territory because it was surrounded almost completely by Ragged, Aspen and the ocean. What was this tomcat doing here?
"Loner! I think you accidentally crossed a border or two. Or three. Are you lost?" Her voice was not angry, but nor was it helpful and friendly and her eyes were alight with vague curiosity. Which was more than she was used to in her safe, comfortable, predicable home.
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 8:50:38 GMT -5
The large Maine Coon sighed in relief as the wind died down in the shelter of the bay, his windswept fur dusted with sand from the dunes and his eyes still blinking out the dust that had blown its way in. He took the moment to relax, taking slight pleasure from breathing in air that wasn't trying to whip across his muzzle, the sand in this part of the territory almost warm from the sun that vaguely shined onto it. Yet mixed with the foreign scent of salt, was a strong and fresh taste of feline. A slightly scared feline. He twitched his ears as he felt a slight anxiety that he was being watched, and glanced behind himself with sharp amber eyes.
And found his gaze meeting with that of a white and patched she-cat. Acting on instinct, he quickly pivoted to avoid being attacked from behind, and almost fell into a defensive stance until he saw that the other cat wasn't about to attack him. Apart from her fur and tail bristling slightly at the sight of him, her overall expression was that of mild curiosity and calmness. Despite being fully in her territory, as he could only assume she was a TidalClan warrior, she didn't seem like she wanted to force him out. Yet.
Instead, at her question, he smiled slightly and straightened his posture before mewing in reply. “No my good she-cat. I am not lost, merely exploring the unknown.” He flicked his tail to gesture towards the sea, then paused and remembered his last conversation with a clan she-cat had gone very wrong because he hadn't behaved with proper 'manners'. So with as charming a grin he could muster, he tried to flatten his own slightly bushed up fur and said. “My name is Hunter. I assume your part of the cat clan that I've been told inhabits this.. place?”
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 9:42:01 GMT -5
Kestreldive was partially relieved that the tomcat did not bolt at the sight of her, because he had not sated her slow burning curiosity yet. But on the other paw, he was still standing there in front of her, deep in Tidal Clan territory, and her warrior instincts were screaming at her to run him off. These mixed feelings kept the shecat's fur bristled, though she did relax her arched back seeing that he was not going to attack her. Other than his initial frightened response to her, the loner actually seemed relatively calm for being caught sneaking into her clan's territory. Which only made him more of a mystery.
Shouldn't he be running for the hills at just the sight of me or does he think his size protects him? If that was true, and this encounter turned aggressive, Kestreldive would be happy to show him just how wrong that thinking was. She had seen how unused to walking on sand he was, which could give her the edge in a fight.
The warrior flicked an ear at him, straining a little to catch his words. Luckily the wind was shallower down in the bay. She padded a couple tail-lengths closer, slowly, as to not scare him away. Though she doubted he would even if she'd moved quickly, he seemed to have some experience with clan cats. Did he know how much trouble she could get in for letting him linger here for even a moment?
"I'm Kestreldive, and you are in Tidal Clan territory." She said coolly, trying to mimic his nonchalance. His name seemed very odd to her, Where was the other half of it?, and so for now she refused to use it. "And are risking injury or even death just to see the ocean? I find that hard to believe." But when she took in his scent again, she could not find the smell of a fresh kill. Kestreldive held his keen amber gaze, still unable to hide her open curiosity.
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 10:09:35 GMT -5
Hunter watched the other she-cat carefully as she approached, but didn't move. If she was testing to see how brave he was, then he wasn't going to show her a whisker's worth of fear. He was a cocky cat, to say the least. While he had tasted defeat before, he had also won many a battle against kittypets using his mere size and strength alone. A bristle of his thick fur and he could make himself look like a small dog with the bite to match. Of course he had also felt the string of a clan cat's claws on his flank, and had experienced the harsh truth that these warrior's were trained for battle. Not to survive, but to conquer and if they wanted to, kill those who opposed them. The idea certainly reminded him to be careful with his words when around clan cats, but right now the she-cat seemed to only moving closer so that they could talk.
Like he has guessed, she was from Tidal Clan, with another strange name to match. Kestreldive. Another she-cat named after a bird, though he didn't see the relation for this name. Not that he hunted kestrels like he hunted robins. She also seemed to have the need to point out the obvious. What sort of dumb cat would stumble into a place smelling of sand and salt and not realise they were in a weird new territory? Then again, any cat would find it hard to believe a clan of cats would want to live here either.
At her threat of being in TidalClan territory, the chocolate Maine Coon grinned. “Well that's my problem isn't it? I'm not hunting on your territory, if you can believe, I made a promise that I wouldn't do that any more. I literally came to sate my curiosity of what a tide is. I heard a couple cats talking about it, and whatever it is, it sounds interesting.” He turned and looked down to the lapping water at the bottom of the slope, before giving her a last glance and mewing. “Sort of like you. I mean you haven't attacked me yet because you're curious right? Being curious is a natural reason for any cat doing anything.” He purred smoothly before feeling comfortable enough to believe she wouldn't attack him, and turned to carry on walking down the sandy shore.
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 11:06:58 GMT -5
Then why not just ask the cats who were talking about the tide? She thought, but decided not to give it voice. There was probably some reason he didn't. Maybe he'd overheard it while hiding from a border patrol. But she still couldn't fathom why he'd risk his neck hunting down the tide. It was such a ridiculous notion, especially since finding it would be impossible for him. Kestreldive was allowing him to stay in her territory for now, but it was beyond even considering to let him stay long enough to notice the water lower in the bay.
She made a face at Hunter as he compared his curiosity to hers. It was true, but she didn't have to like that fact. Kestreldive quickly followed after the loner when he turned and headed down the sand towards the water and three standing stones. "Like I said, I don't believe it." The warrior was actually starting to, but he didn't have to know that. "But I have sorry news for you, Tidehunter. You can't catch the prey you seek." She mewed, still trying to match his demeanor, before sprinting off ahead of him and jumping onto her leader's stone in the bay water. Kestreldive gave the ridge line around Gull Bay a fleeting glance, making sure no clanmate was watching them, before returning her attention back to Hunter. Her fur finally relaxing to its normal state.
"Because -" She began, sounding like a mentor teaching an apprentice, "a tide is not something you can find laying on the sands like a seashell. It is the ebb and flow of the ocean. Right now, it is high tide." Kestreldive said, and to emphasize it she leaned down the stone and pawed at the water, splashing a little at the loner. She was having too much fun with this. At any moment she could get caught and punished, but that thrill is what kept her going. "At low tide, the water is a tree-length or more down towards the opening of the bay." The warrior concluded with a flick of her tail in the appropriate direction.
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 11:40:00 GMT -5
He missed the she-cat's expression showing her distaste in having her curiosity pointed out, his back now to her as he tried to make his way unsteadily down the sand slope. However he could still hear her voice, and he paused as Kestreldive decided to call him her own 'creative' name. /Tide/ Hunter. He looked around to glare at her, not liking the idea of being given a warrior name. He was not a clan cat. The Maine Coon didn't want to be or have a strange two part name like one. Hunter was fine on its own.
But before the loner could complain, the white and patched she-cat whipped past him with all the speed of a swooping bird, her paws easily kicking off the sand as if she was running on solid earth. The warrior leapt and landed onto one of the three large rocks that lay half submerged in the lake, her fur flattening as she became the taller of the two cats. He twitched at her ability to traverse the sand like it was nothing, but said nothing as she continued to speak.
So the tide was nothing special? It was just the movement of the huge lake, or ocean as the she-cat seemed to persist calling it. He tried not to feel embarrassed at hunting for something that was so boring, instead moving closer to look at it himself, as if he didn't trust her. As she concluded her description of the tide, he stood in front of her rock, his paws submerged in the cold 'sea' as it flowed back and forth.
“Then why do you Tidal Clan cats live here? I mean, what's the point of living where there's no grass or normal trees?” He lifted a paw out of the ocean and licked it, his nose crinkling at the revolting salty taste. “Even the water here tastes foul.” Not used to being looked down upon either, the large tom made his way around to one of the other rocks, kicking his way onto it unsuccessful due to the soft ground, and scrabbled the rest of the way, until he stood about the same height as warrior.
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 12:29:33 GMT -5
Kestreldive looked down at the large tomcat, his paws in the rolling waters as he looked around like he thought there'd be more to it. She expected he would be disappointed in the tide, since it really wasn't that spectacular to hear about, but she had not predicted feeling slight regret in being unable to show him it.
Maybe if - But the thought was quickly stomped down. No, there was no way she'd let him stay to watch the tide go out. They did not have the time.
When the loner recoiled after licking his paw, Kestreldive could not hold back a purring giggle. Tasting sea water was something a kit would do. But her amusement was quickly subdued when a shiver ran up her spine. She swiveled her head about, again scanning the ridge line around the bay, but again saw no silhouettes. How much was she willing to risk for curiosity? The realization of what she was doing hit her again, and the warrior in her called out for action. But she didn't try to run Hunter off, and instead sat down on her tail and this time successfully held back a laugh as the tomcat failed to jump onto the rock in one go.
What kind of question is that anyway?
"And what's the point of living where there is grass and 'normal' trees?" She mewed, exaggerating the normal part. "We live here because we can. It's not impossible. I probably even drink from the same rivers as you, just further downstream." The warrior eyed him carefully, seeing how the wet sand clung to his long fur, and she wondered if he was tired of it yet. He obviously wasn't used to or built for this kind of territory.
"So what now, Tidehunter? Have you satisfied your curiosity yet?"
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 12:55:38 GMT -5
The loner twitched at her reason, 'because we can'. There was a whole world to explore, and this clan decided to settle here just because they could? Sure it might not be impossible, but it wasn't enjoyable. He cast his gaze across the large expanse of water ahead of him, watching as the ocean danced and moved under the sun, ripples and foam breaking and forming in one continuous pattern. He didn't like the damp that clung to his paws or the sand that stuck to his fur. Neither was the strong winds much fun. But then he guessed if TidalClan had wanted to settle somewhere new, this would be the ideal place. If they were a group of cats sick of the forest and were curious of what it would be like to live near the sea, to hunt in the dunes and explore a different world, he supposed this territory wouldn't sound so unappealing. It was almost mesmerising to watch the huge salty lake writhe and move as if it was one large, breathing creature.
He tore his gaze away as the gradient patched she-cat questioned him of what he planned to do next. She most likely wanted him out of her territory now that he had seen the ocean and found out what a tide was. But his curiosity wasn't over yet. Instead he turned his amber eyes to watching Kestreldive, a smirk on his muzzle. She had shown little aggression so far, and had even purred in his presence, so he decided he'd have a little fun. It had been a while since he last spoken to a friendly she-cat, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
“For the tide? Yes. But for a pretty she-cat such as yourself? I have many more questions.” He leapt from his rock to the same one the warrior was stationed on, his landing much more stable due to jumping to and from solid stone. “For example, why are you courteous to a loner such as myself. I've met others who wanted to slash my throat and skin me alive if they even saw my whiskers a mouse' tails length over their boarder.”
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 13:57:26 GMT -5
The moving waters held his attention so much that Kestreldive was actually confused by it. He hadn't known was a tide was, but surely he knew the ocean. It was so big and so a part of her life, that thinking other cats hadn't even seen it before baffled and surprised her.
If only it was warmer. Then I'd show him some cliff diving. The thought made her smile as she pictured Hunter freaking out. But her smile faltered from her face when she saw a smirk bloom on his.
Kestreldive jolted back into remember the situation she was in, and flinched to her paws when Hunter deftly jumped onto the rock she'd been sitting on. He's clumsy in sand, not on rocks. With a quick leap of her own, she landed on the last rock available to her. She would not trust the loner being that close to her, even with his smooth talk and smiles. The warrior tried to dislodge her heart from her throat before glaring at the large tomcat with a slightly more heated look than she'd used before.
She relax the frizz in her fur again after the start she had, and failed at trying to ignore the 'pretty shecat' part of his question. "You said it yourself; I was curious. Tidal Clan doesn't get many loners passed its borders. You're the first one I've seen, actually." The warrior tried to make that not sound like an achievement on his part, but again failed.
"How often do you go into clan territory? By the sound of it, you seem to encounter clan cats frequently."
Oh, and by the way... I am not concerned about your safety, Tidehunter. Only confused by your mouse-brained, but brazen, antics. She was also not marveling at the strength his size must give him, the way his cheek fur framed his face, or the way his eyes stood out so brightly against his dark coloration. She was doing none of these (poorly) because she was a warrior of Tidal Clan and he was a prey stealing loner.
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 14:27:51 GMT -5
Hunter almost chuckled as Kestreldive leapt away at his sudden approach, her eyes sharp and fur bristling at the sudden move. But instead of complaining, hissing, or even threatening him for the surprise, she just tried to calm her coat and continue with a casual tone. The dark brown tom could only guess she was as curious about him as he was about her, otherwise she would of told him to get lost by now. As she replied, she only confirmed this, and he grinned as she said he was the first loner she'd seen. It explained why she was so surprised to see him then. A mysterious tom who had no clan scent, wandering in her territory like a curious kitten. Who wouldn't have the desire to question them?
As she inquired how frequently he explored clan territory, he grinned and held no modesty as he spoke. “Oh I used to go in and out of clan territory as if the border didn't exist. I mean why should I not? It's all land and we're all cats. Prey shouldn't belong to who puts their paws on the ground first.” He leaned into a stretch, showing off his full size as he flexed his body. However a wave chose that moment to crash into the rock he was standing on, the splash and foam raining across the Maine Coon, instantly forcing a frown onto his face in distaste of getting wet. Shaking himself a little, he continued. “But then some of you clan cats get so protective over your territory, I've been getting into a few good fights with some of them. Others are quite sweet to be honest, especially the more naïve apprentices as they call themselves.”
Then a thought crept into his head as he noticed the way the she-cat was watching him closely, and added. “Then I met this one she-cat, Aspen Clan I think. She sure was a fiery one, a nice foxy coloured pelt to match. I couldn't help but notice how good a hunter she was, so I asked her for some lessons, and in return for promising to not hunt on her, or any clans' territory, she actually spent some time telling me how to hunt.”
The chocolatey tom grinned again as he began to paw his fur back into order, finally adding. “But then again, I don't suppose you believe me, being a loner and all.”
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 15:54:11 GMT -5
Kestreldive had seen the wave coming and had turned her back to it slightly, avoiding a spray to the face. But Hunter had been oblivious to it, and to her delight the wave had hit right when he was stretching out his long body. The shecat smiled broadly after shaking herself free of the water. The warrior felt it very appropriate the ocean was making it difficult for him, like it was saying he didn't belong there and with that she agreed.
The fact the loner couldn't or wouldn't understand clan territories was not surprising and the dappled shecat felt no inclination to lecture him on it. He seemed to just be flaunting his disregard for borders at her, which was probably meant to get a reaction out of her. The Maine Coon only got one when he switched tactics and went on to mention talking with an Aspen Clan she-cat. Her brown ear twitched and she looked at him a bit differently. The warrior's curiosity in the loner was getting quite sated all of a sudden.
Oh, how mouse-brained am I? He goes through the clans in search of gullible shecats he can sweet talk into teaching him useful skills.
"I believe the Aspen shecat bit. So, does that mean you want me to teach you something too? Some fighting moves perchance?" Kestreldive mewed with mocking sarcasm. The warrior's back arched slightly, and she leaned her weight back on to her hind legs a little, ready to build up a pounce. "I don't see why you pride yourself at being a loner. You have to go to cats better than you and ask to be taught something our apprentices master by 12 moons. Why not just join a clan, and not worry about having your throat ripped open? There's security in having territory and others to watch your back." Though who would take a loner like Hunter in, Kestreldive didn't know. Certainly not Tidal Clan.
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 16:23:35 GMT -5
Hunter twitched as she asked mockingly whether he wanted to learn anything from her, a little frown on his face as he realised she has missed what he had meant. He had meant for her to be surprised that he'd promised not to hunt on clan territory, not think that she was just another target he was going to use to his advantage. The loner hated the fact that all clan cats thought so lowly of him and his brother, just for not living like them.
His amber eyes gleamed as Kestreldive fell into a slight crouch, her body almost tensed, making his own instincts perk in reaction. Now she was telling him to join a clan. Likely chance. Considering how she and every other warrior treated him, trying to join a clan would be impossible, if he ever wanted to. And he certainly did not.
“Why not join a clan? Hah.” He mewed, looking at her with a sharp gaze as he stood up to his full height with a smile on his face. “I'll tell you why I hold pride in being a loner. Because I. Am. Free. Those borders you all guard so heavily, they don't protect you. Any hungry fox, vicious dog, or dangerously charming loner like myself could cross it without a second thought. The borders you sit behind, they don't help you, they trap you. There's a whole world of sights and things to see, and yes, I admit it's dangerous and I've met many a creature who has wanted to rip my throat out, but I'd much prefer being on the run all my life than being chained down to a safe little community.”
Without warning he once again leapt from his rock to her own, landing right in front of the patched she-cat with challenging stare. Sticking his chest out a little, he shook his head a little and pawed at his creamy mane until his dark paw hooked around a well worn chain and he pulled it out so she could see. The slightly shiny chain complete with rusted plate on the end gleamed in the sunlight, and he mewed. “I once belonged to two-legs. A kittypet, in clan terms. But I left the moment they tried to control me and my brother. They were going to separate us, so we ran. We don't live safe cosy lives but we have each other and we both have freedom. And I know which I would chose every time.”
Hunter watched her, wondering what her next movement would be. Would she attack him? Most likely since he just insulted her clan by saying it trapped her. But he stood and waited, his gaze fixed onto hers.
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Post by bit121788 on Mar 2, 2013 18:05:20 GMT -5
Hunter's demeanor changed almost instantly. The only thing that remained was his smile, but it was no cocky smirk or charming grin; It held no warmth. The shecat shivered, her fur slowly standing on end, but she didn't back down. Kestreldive abandoned her threat of a pounce and instead stood to her full height as well, though it was no where near as impressive. Regardless, she wanted to show she wasn't afraid of his size or his words.
Kestreldive should have seen it coming, but had been momentarily distracted by trying to find the flaw in the loner's logic when he suddenly jumped over to her rock again. She flinched backwards, her back paw slipping a little, before she regained her balance and posture.
I am not afraid of you. She lied to herself, while matching his challenging amber gaze with her own mismatched colored one. But her attention was drawn to his neck as he worked at something hidden in the long fur. The shecat stared at the gleaming object that emerged, confused for only a moment about its identity and meaning. Every clan cat had tales of kittypets with chains around their necks. She looked back up at him after he was done talking, and found he was watching her intently. Again waiting for a reaction.
The small burst of adrenaline was already fading, leaving Kestreldive's legs feeling shaky, but the pounding and pressure in her ears lingered. She blinked, failing to find words to counter his. I don't need words though. I should just push him off the rock, tell him to leave Tidal Clan territory forever, and if i catch him again he'll be crow-food.
Instead, the shecat took a careful step back, not liking the closeness to the loner or his strange scent.
"But out there, even with your brother, you're both alone. I mean, what happens when one of you gets sick? You have no medicine cat to help you. Or both of you fall ill or injured. What then? You'd both starve to death together."
The shecat stopped a moment, and gave the bay's ridge line another glance, finding it an excuse to stop her talking. She really shouldn't be this concerned over a loner's well being. To distract Hunter from that, Kestreldive went on the defensive.
"Not that'd I care, mind you. I just, well, you don't know what clan life is really like. We have freedom too. I choose to be here, with my family. No one is forcing me to stay. I am not trapped. I could leave if I wanted to." She found her eyes kept falling to steal glances at his neck. A question burned in her mind, but she had the sense to hold it back. If he got so confrontational about being a loner, how would he react to bringing up his kittypet past?
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Post by CaptainClover on Mar 2, 2013 18:47:32 GMT -5
Hunter would have laughed at how the she-cat almost slipped off the rock backwards, or how once he had finished she took another step of caution away from him, but in all honesty he didn't want Kestreldive to be afraid of him. He could see from her narrowed irises, his sudden movements had scared her, which he regretted slightly since all he had meant to do was explain why her opinion was so wrong. The Maine Coon just got carried away sometimes. With a sigh, he also took a step back and perked his ears to what she was saying.
It was true that the twin brothers would be screwed if they ever did both come down with an injury or sickness, and the idea of growing old did scare the loner because they would have to hunt until they died to survive. But he always tried to put it out of his mind, think of the present and not plan the future. Live cheerfully for the life you had now instead of worry about the life you might have later. Yet before he could voice this idea, or how he was certain that he'd never let his brother get hurt while he still breathed, the white and patched she-cat continued with a sharp tone.
He smiled as she defended clan life, and silently he agreed knew that clan life would probably be nice. In previous chats with clan cats, the warriors would always talk about taking care of others, and how there was security in numbers. How they would hunt for the she-cats and elders and overall it felt like one big family. Freedom wasn't a true reason for being a loner, it was just the pure connection he felt with his twin that drove them to run at the chance of being separated. If they could still hold that connection in a clan, then he wouldn't turn his nose up at the chance. However his pride was too huge to ever admit that he wanted to join a clan -with his brother- to a warrior who 'didn't care'.
Staring at her with a curious gaze for once, he mewed while staring out at the waves. “No.. I don't know what clan life is like. I've never had the chance and it's never going to be offered to me, so why should I want it? Why shouldn't I take pride in something I have to be?” He questioned, his amber gaze turning back with full intensity to watch the she-cat, though there was no aggression.
Padding to the edge of the rock, he kicked off and landed with a splash in the sea. Then a thought caught him, and he looked back over his shoulder with a grin. “But hey, since I'll never know what clan life is like, I'll always be curious. Maybe you'll see me again and you can tell me all about it. I can see you're still curious about me.” He said with a teasing chuckle.
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