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Post by owlspots on Mar 27, 2019 14:20:49 GMT -5
Plumpaw crouched, letting her gaze briefly dart around to take in the objects that surrounded them. Streamheart was clever - she fought well on her own but always used outlandish tactics to confuse and overpower her opponents. Plumpaw had always had trouble thinking as practically and as intuitively as her mentor, and she could never analyse things in the same way Streamheart could. She glanced at the running water, but was quick to rule out using it as a distraction because it would be too obvious if she ran for that straight away; she would have to buy herself some time. She squared her shoulders and charged directly at Streamheart, ears flat to her head. She wanted to make it look like she was going for a tackle, and hopefully her mentor would fall for it. At the last moment she swerved, darting around Streamheart, but knocking into the older she-cat's flank with her head as she shouldered past, hoping to unsteady her to give her time to spin around and attack from behind. Plumpaw was definitely not a fast cat, or an agile one with her stockier build, so she hoped her strength might make up for that.
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 27, 2019 16:15:28 GMT -5
Scorchkit yelped as a chunk of moss slapped into the side of his face. He swatted a pawful back at his sister, darting across the cave in a clumsy attempt at flanking. "Loser has to sleep in the back of the nursery!" ~~ Quailfang led the patrol (such that it was) away from the border and back towards camp, resisting the urge to check over his shoulder every so often to make sure nothing was stalking them. (I think the patrol's about ready to be over?)
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 27, 2019 16:42:04 GMT -5
(( SmugGull Yeah, haha, had to edit this because I was working on my post saying so >.>)) BadgertuftWarm built in Badgertuft's chest. His Apprentice wasn't perfect by any means, but no cat was. Seeing Snowpaw perk up and purr at his words made Badgertuft so incredibly happy. It made him feel like he was a good Mentor, being able to reassure his Apprentice and inspire him to keep trying. "Alright then" Badgertuft purred in reply, sitting down, "Then let me teach you what I know about hunting birds. Then I'll show you the technique and we'll find you a few birds to try your paw at hunting." Shifting into a comfortable position, Badgertuft straightened his back and smoothed out his features into a serious expression. "Birds are tricky to hunt at the best of times. Not so difficult as squirrels, they require you to sneak up just close enough to get in leaping range," He explained, tail curling around his paws, "You then deliberately let the bird know you're hunting it and, as it begins to fly, you leap up and smack it back to the ground. This should stun it long enough for you to give the killing bite." He paused before continuing speculatively, "Some cats have said they prefer to climb a tree and leap down onto a feeding bird. I've never tried it myself - climbing is not my strong point - but it may suit you." ApplepawApplepaw giggled, looking around to make sure Streamheart was out of Camp and couldn't see her laughing. Beaming up at the Elder she shuffled closer. "I can see why she was named Streamheart," Applepaw commented admiringly. It was a funny story, but also quite inspiring in the way the Warrior had been so determined. "I hope she didn't get sick after getting so wet," The little Apprentice huffed in worry, blinking up at Swiftstrike, "Mama told Oakpaw and me that we'd get sick if our fur got soaked."
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 27, 2019 17:22:04 GMT -5
(I’m on mobile so sorry if this is short for an intro!)
Hornet and Bee
“I knew we should’ve headed towards those twoleg nests,” Hornet grumbled, shaking away a twig that had lodged itself between her toes. The trees were beginning to thicken the closer they got to the base of the giant mountain ahead, and the cluttered forest floor was proving more cumbersome than she’d anticipated. It certainly wasn’t the flat grasslands of back home. “I think I’m collecting every twig in the forest in my pelt.”
Bee looked at his sister with amusement. “We’re not used to walking in this kind of brush, that’s all. We’re bound to be a bit...” Hornet yelped as she stepped down hard on a pine cone. “...clumsy.” He tried in vain to keep his whiskers from twitching as he added, “some more than others.”
Hornet shot her brother a fake glare. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing when I make you clean through my fur tonight.” Bee had to admit his sister’s longer fur was giving her a disadvantage, and he briefly thanked their father for passing his short coat on to him.
It wasn’t until they’d fallen silent that Bee realized the scent of cats was in the air. Halting, he drew up his tail to signal Hornet to stop as well. One look at her told him he didn’t need to explain. Her eyes were widened and her tail waved uneasily. “Think we should turn around?” she whispered.
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 27, 2019 18:01:25 GMT -5
Quailfang was about to call the patrol over when the wind carried the sound of a faint yelp. He twisted towards it, tasting the air - if it was a group, it wasn't large. He could distinguish maybe two different cats, both healthy. Nothing StormClan couldn't handle, but they had enough problems with the strange predator on the loose.
"Silverstrike," he meowed softly. "Intruders."
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 27, 2019 18:30:24 GMT -5
SilverstrikeSilverstrike dropped into a crouch, scenting the air. He frowned, ear perked as the wind shifted, carrying the voices of two cats. "There seems to only be two of them," He mrrowed quietly, paws shifting forward silently, "And they don't really sound dangerous..." He looked to Quailfang, eyes curious. He took in Quailfang's usually solemn, slightly intimidating exterior. "I'm going to go introduce myself," He muttered lowly, quickly licking a paw and drawing it over his face, "You circle around and, if they try to attack me, ambush them from behind. With any luck we can either send them on their way or bring them back to Camp for Sunstar to deal with, sound good?"
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 27, 2019 18:40:04 GMT -5
(Your post made me giggle. Quailfang really isn't made for diplomacy, is he?)
Quailfang dipped his head. That was probably for the best - Silverstrike was more approachable than he was. "Good luck," he said, and slipped into the undergrowth.
The brown tabby tom's pelt blended easily into the brush as he wound silently around the two trespassers in a wide circle, keeping just within earshot of their conversation. He settled into a spot behind the two cats - a pair of brown tabbies with white spots, one she-cat and one tom - and waited for Silverstrike to appear.
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Lycaonia
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 27, 2019 19:03:17 GMT -5
((He... is a little solemn, hehe, but we'll see how Silver does >.>)) SilverstrikeWaiting for a few moments to allow Quailfang to move around, Silverstrike groomed the worst tangles in his fur. Taking in a deep breath, he shook out his thick fur and padded into the underbrush towards the intruders. "Hello?" He called, pasting a curious expression onto his face as he poked his head out around a tree to see two brown tabbies, "Are you two alright? I thought I heard someone yelp..." He slipped around, keeping his body language relaxed as he allowed a bright smile to slip onto his features. "Well, this is a surprise," He chirped, tail waving and curling in curiosity, "We don't get many new cats around here. I'm Silverstrike, are you two lost?"
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 27, 2019 19:49:01 GMT -5
(Sorry for being slow guys, I was in class!)
Hornet and Bee
Bee felt watched. He hadn’t even answered Hornet’s question, too wrapped up in a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Hornet looked like she was about to say something else when a sudden “hello?” made both cats jump. Hornet may’ve squeaked a little.
Bee followed the voice to a long-limbed silver tabby, whose green eyes peered at him from around a tree. The cat’s expression immediately struck him as friendly, really friendly, but Bee found himself hoping Hornet would get over her shock so that he wouldn’t have to be the one to answer.
Sure enough, after a beat of startled silence, Hornet seemed to pull herself together. “Er, hey!” She cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah, that might’ve been us...” Bee automatically rose an eyebrow at her use of “us” before remembering that he was too uncomfortable for sass.
Hornet continued without noticing, enthusiasm and curiosity rising at the opportunity to talk to a new, apparently friendly cat. “We’re Bee and Hornet! I’m Hornet, that’s Bee.” Bee shuffled his paws. She paused a moment, then tipped her head, wondering at this tom’s use of ‘we’, but hesitant to ask. Instead, all she said was “we’re not lost, just traveling.”
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 27, 2019 21:02:03 GMT -5
Hey)
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Post by infernoMarshmallow on Mar 27, 2019 21:15:31 GMT -5
Sootnose breathed in the air and felt the warming sun in his bones, and nodded. "Yeah, dusk is going to be great. I wish every day was like this." He thought about it, and realized that would be boring. Even if only the weather was nice all the time, Sootnose actually enjoyed the patter of rain and the feeling of it splash on his fur. Without battles as well, were would the adventure in life be? He shifted, and said, "I hope something cool happens on the patrol, like we see something. We probably won't," he acknowledged, "but I've never been on a patrol where we found rogues or loners. Just normal marking patrols." He looked up at Rushfall. "Have you?"
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 27, 2019 21:24:20 GMT -5
Silverstrike"Well it's nice to meet you Bee, Hornet," Silverstrike meowed, padding forward to sit in front of the pair, beaming brightly, "But if you're just travelling, you might want to choose a different direction." Ears drooping, his smiled wryly, lifting a paw to indicate the forest around him. "This part of the forest is actually the territory of a group of cats I belong to, StormClan," He explained, making sure to keep his body language as calm and open as possible, "If you want to pass through, you'll have to come talk to our Leader, Sunstar. While we don't mind outsiders so much around here, there are still rules to follow."
Silverstrike took the time while he was speaking to analyse the two intruders. They both seemed nice enough. The tom was a little quiet, but neither were seemingly particularly aggressive. He wasn't sensing any bad intentions from them and Hornet didn't seem like she was lying about their reasons for travelling. Still... "So what brings you out this way?" Silverstrike asked, stretching out and purring as the tense muscles in his back from the strange scent earlier seemed to loosen their hold on his spine, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 27, 2019 21:34:42 GMT -5
Quailfang's ears flicked as he listened to the exchange between Silverstrike and the two strangers - Bee and Hornet, as they identified themselves. He frowned at Hornet's claim that they were traveling - where could they possibly be traveling through in this direction? Either they were lost and too embarrassed to admit it, or Quailfang was missing something. Neither prospect was pleasant - he was too young to retire to the elder's den, and the idea of doing so was vaguely offensive (especially while Windstep was still flitting around like she was twenty moons old).
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 27, 2019 22:37:46 GMT -5
"Rules?" Hornet's interest flared. Everything the cat- Silverstrike -said just made her more curious. "Why do you need rules? Is StormClan your family?"
Bee studied the silver tabby while his sister spoke, a little baffled by just how relaxed the stranger was acting in front of two cats he didn't know. He certainly couldn't fathom acting that cool when encountering two strange cats, especially being outnumbered. How did this Silverstrike know they weren't going to try and harm them? Bee couldn't tell whether the nonchalance was reassuring or discomforting. He sniffed the air warily, trying to tell how many cats were nearby.
The stranger's last question had them both looking up. "Well," Hornet began, "we saw the giant mountain in the distance, and we'd never been anywhere like that before. So we said, why not head there and see what it's like?" Bee struggled not to roll his eyes at his sister's vague explanation, but in Hornet's defense that was kind of how it had happened.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 28, 2019 16:03:17 GMT -5
Snowpaw nodded determinedly. He would get this right, and he'd do it first try! "I've climbed a tree once before, but it wasn't so hard," he mewed, "I didn't go too high though. It was really close to the camp, Mothpaw and I were messing around." He tried to visualise how the technique would work as Badgertuft explained it to him: he imagined sneaking up on the bird, then alerting it and it beginning to fly. But his reaction times were slow, and he doubted he'd be able to reach his prey in time. "Does that only work for little birds?" he asked, "What about big ones, like the hawks? Or even the wood pigeons?"
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Post by owlspots on Mar 28, 2019 18:06:27 GMT -5
Plumpaw could've caterwauled with triumph as she spun on her hindquarters, leaving skid-tracks in the dirt as she did so. She only had a heartbeat to figure out the angle of her attack, and decided that a leap onto Streamheart's back would be too obvious and easily avoided by the more experienced warrior. So instead, she lunged, her forepaws outstretched and aiming right for Streamheart's hind legs. If she could knock her mentor's legs out from underneath her, Streamheart would be unbalanced enough for Plumpaw to complete her attack. Today is the day! A voice in her head yowled, and Plumpaw grinned with wicked determination.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 29, 2019 1:13:28 GMT -5
((Ah, sorry for the slow reply XD I was sick yesterday and collapsed into bed and fell asleep as soon as I got home.))
Silverstrike
Silverstrike chuckled, eyes fond as he thought about his Clan. "I do have blood family in StormClan," He replied, Thistleshade's grumpy expression from that morning making his face go soft, "But we all act like family in any case." The tom paused, going over how best to describe his Clan to an outsider. "StormClan is, well, a group of cats who have lived in this part of the forest for generations under the guidance of our Ancestors in StarClan. My own father can trace his family back to the beginning of StormClan, but my mother was a Rogue," He explained, taking note of Bee's sniffing out of the corner of his eye, "We live under the rule of a Leader, in this case Sunstar, who is responsible for making decisions for the Clan. We all work together to protect each other. We hunt for those who are too old or injured to hunt for themselves."
Silverstrike hesitated at them wanting to go to the mountain. With all the trouble lately... "I see," He meowed, thinking hard, "Well, the mountain has been... Temperamental lately. It would not be wise to go there with only two cats. I'm not entirely sure I'd go with a Clan's worth unless absolutely necessary." He tilted his head, examining the two cats. "I think I'd best take you two to see Sunstar," He decided, tail sweeping around to point behind him. "Besides," He mrrowed, grinning, "I was on patrol when we came across your scent. I'm sure Quailfang will be after me soon if I don't get back to him."
Badgertuft
"We'll give it a go," Badgertuft meowed fondly, listening to Snowpaw's story. He considered the other tom's questions, thinking over it. "The technique will work with larger prey birds like pigeons," He replied slowly, "Though you may have to catch their wings with your claws and drag it down, rather than just knock it out of the air." Shaking his head, he firmly continued, "Predator birds like hawks and especially eagles are not to be taken on alone if at all possible. If you must, attack from behind and cripple the wings as quickly as possible. Even then, they can still badly injure you as you. We usually hunt predator-birds in teams, with one leaping on the back, two going for the wings and one waiting to deliver the killing bite."
Applepaw
Applepaw giggled, eyes shining as she listened to Swiftstrike. "Fish is alright," She mewed, thinking of the rich, oily taste on her tongue, "It's much better than frog." Shaking out her short fur, she stood and nodded in agreement. "I should get back to them," She chirped happily, ducking her head in farewell, "Thank you for telling me about Streamheart." She padded past the Elder, peeking into the den. The nests still seemed fine, so she ducked back out and began crossing Camp, heading for the Warrior's Den.
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Post by smokey on Mar 29, 2019 14:01:59 GMT -5
Streamheart's eyes widened and she let out a yelp of surprise as her hind legs were knocked out from under her. She teetered and stumbled feebly as she struggled to regain her balance. She managed to partially regain her balance, but her entire weight was on one forepaw. It won't hold, she thought, and I don't have time to distract her. You're doing wonderful, Plumpaw! Despite her situation, she couldn't contain the returning feeling of pride in her apprentice. When Streamheart had first been assigned an apprentice, the young warrior hadn't been sure that she'd make a good mentor. She knew fighting wasn't her strong point and therefore feared she wouldn't be able to properly train Plumpaw in battle techniques. However, with a lot of help from her clanmates, Streamheart had figured out that by training Plumpaw with the other apprentices, she could learn battle moves properly, and while training alone, the apprentice could learn her odd, but useful confusion tactics. Remembering this only filled Streamheart with more pride and she was almost happy to be knocked on her hindquarters.
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 29, 2019 17:26:50 GMT -5
(Aw no, no worries! I hope you feel better, being sick sucks o:
also SmugGull, I love your profile’s spn ref!)
Bee stopped his scenting at the tom’s words. A group of cats, all working together to help each other, regardless of blood? To Bee, it almost seemed to good to be true. Glancing over at Hornet, he could tell his sister was just as taken by the idea as he was. Bee was amazed that Silverstrike’s family traced back to the beginning of the group itself. What must it be like to have those kinds of roots? He missed the little field where he and Hornet had grown up, but his sense of home had always been more affiliated with Hornet and his father, rather than a place. A term stuck out to him, though, that the tom had used when describing his mother.
“What’s a...rogue?” he found himself asking, startling himself a little.
“And StarClan? Is that the place you bury those who die?” Hornet chipped in. Maybe this wasn’t the place to ask, but questions kept flooding her mind, one after the other. She thought Silverstrike had looked pretty hesitant when they’d mentioned going up the mountain, but before she could open her jaws again to ask just what tempermental meant, the tom brought up taking them to this leader, this Sunstar cat.
“You’re taking us to see StormClan?” Bee’s sister seemed shocked and excited by the idea, but Bee himself was a little more cautious. Did they have a choice in the matter, or was this an offer? The brown tabby couldn’t tell, and frankly was a little reluctant to ask lest it be the former. When Silverstrike indicated with his tail, Bee struggled not to tense up nervously. He knew he’d scented someone else close by!
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Post by zero on Mar 29, 2019 17:42:01 GMT -5
Owlswoop watched his friend dart from the tree line. A grin grew on his face as Breezebounce practically flew across the land after the rabbit. The tom's speed was more than amazing to watch. Honestly, what did Breezebounce need little o' him for? The other warrior was already at the rabbit's heels. Just a bit faster and...what. They changed direction. The rabbit was getting closer. He was suppose to be doing something. Right, jump. His specialty. The tom's grin slid off his face as he tensed and wiggled. Timing and leaping was nothing to the tom. He leaped from his hiding spot and landed square on the creature. The poor thing kicked and bunked the second Owlswoop's claw sank into its fur. Thankfully, a well placed kick and claws had the prey limp. Owlswoop let out a sigh and stepped away. For a second, it looked like he had no energy but he quickly recovered. "Look at us! That was perfect." He said, wearing a grin again, "This will make a fine meal for the queens."
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Spottedkit wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to sleep alone in the nursery, especially in the back. She knew their mom wouldn't let that happen but she still didn't like the challenge. "No, they won't" She said, narrowing ducking under the throw piece of moss. She turned and started to use her hind legs to kick up the moss and dirt of the den, meaning to aim the spray at her brother. She didn't realize some of it was moving towards Sunstar and Mosspelt as well. Thankfully, she stopped when she saw her brother flanking and tried to dart away to the other side of the den.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 29, 2019 18:21:01 GMT -5
((Thanks I'm still a bit off, but getting better ^^))
Silverstrike
Silverstrike blinked in surprise. "Well, um, how to explain it," He meowed, trying to remember what his father had told him, "A Rogue is a cat who lives wild but, unlike a Loner who avoids other territories and cats, a Rogue doesn't really care. Many of them can be... Aggressive, but according to my father, my mother was just more of a free spirit. She would go where she wanted, when she wanted and nobody would hold her back." The soft expression on his face was clear. He remembered the days by his father's side in the nursery, hearing stories of Luna and how bright and vibrant she was. He wished that he had known her, even if just for a little while. Sighing, he shook his head.
"StarClan is where we go when we die," He continued, shaking off the sadness that had fallen over him, "Our Ancestors watch us from StarClan, sending us signs to help us and granting our Leaders a longer life to better protect their Clan." Silverstrike stood, shaking out his thick coat and lifting his nose to scent out Quailfang. "I suppose you don't have to come, if you don't want to," He said, stretching out, "But it's either that or Quailfang and I escort you back the way you came." His face twisted into a wry, sorry expression, "I'm sorry, but Outsiders aren't allowed to pass through our territory without talking to Sunstar, I'm afraid, and our territory spans quite a bit of the forest around here." Lifting his head, he chirruped a happy noise, to Quailfang, inviting him to join them.
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 29, 2019 19:09:42 GMT -5
(Woo, I’m glad! Hopefully you’re on the recovery side of it now?)
Shock zig-zagged through Bee like lightning. Silverstrike’s description of his mother was eerily familiar, though the softness in the tom’s expression was foreign. It was unsettling enough that Bee took a step back, trying to wrap his mind around the coincidence. He’d spent his life trying not to think of his mother, and Synecdoche- oh, how he wished his father were here -was really the only parent he had in his mind.
Hornet’s eyes had lit up, and she leaned forward eagerly. “That’s how our mother was! She was a wanderer too!” Hearing about Silverstrike’s mother brought forward all of Hornet’s wistfulness about theirs, and for a moment she tried to hold on the faint memory of a low voice soothing her to sleep. The yearning to meet her mother was always easy to find, as easy to call up as a breath. Letting the feeling simmer at the surface, the she-cat tipped her head thoughtfully. “I suppose that makes her a rogue, too, right?” Looking at the tom’s expression, she wondered if Silverstrike wanted to see his mother as much as she wanted to see hers.
The sibling’s reaction to the StarClan description was to look at each other skeptically. Bee actually felt himself considering it; he’d always wondered what happened after death, and this was the first time anyone had had any sort of answer. He was tempted to ask more, but figured he’d get the chance later, since he admitted to himself that the two of them were too curious not to follow Silverstrike back at this point.
With a look between them confirming this, Hornet stepped forward and dipped her head. “Alright,” she replied, “we’ll come with you.”
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 29, 2019 19:34:08 GMT -5
Quailfang's whiskers twitched at the outsiders' questions - Hornet was as curious as a kit. It was endearing, in the manner that apprentices tended to be. At Silverstrike's signal, Quailfang rose to his feet and stepped out of the undergrowth, just in time for Hornet and Bee to agree to follow Silverstrike to the StormClan camp. He slunk forward, rising to his full height once he was clear of the bushes, and examined the two more closely. They were stunningly young, younger than he'd first thought - easily under twenty moons, probably closer to ten or twelve. "Well, that's good," he meowed. "We were headed in that direction anyway." He walked past the pair, leaving about half a tail-length between them (not much room, but enough) and dipped his head briefly to Silverstrike. "Not bad." ~~
Scorchkit darted after his sister, forgoing the moss war entirely and flinging himself towards her in a clumsy pounce. "Yes they will!" he crowed.
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 29, 2019 20:22:46 GMT -5
Hornet nearly jumped out of her fur at the unfamilar voice, swinging her head to see a dark brown tabby moving past them to sit by Silverstrike.
“Were you just...waiting there?” Hornet managed after a beat, secretly grateful that she hadn’t yelped for a third time today. She tried to get a read on the tom, but couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
It was Bee who remembered the name Silverstrike had mentioned earlier. “Are you Quailfang?”
The fact that there were now two clearly more experienced cats made Bee shuffle his paws again, but a brief press of fur from his sister made him settle. Hornet was looking at him with reassuring eyes, and her presence, as usual, comforted him.
Hornet turned back to Quailfang, still curious now. It’s so weird to talk to unfamiliar cats...and exciting!
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 29, 2019 20:30:31 GMT -5
Quailfang's whiskers twitched. The wind had been with them - then again, they'd been occupied by Silverstrike. "I was," he confirmed, looking at Hornet. "Luckily for all of us, there was no need for it. And yes, I am Quailfang," he added, swinging his head around to look at Bee. "And you are Bee and Hornet, of course." He tilted his head. "How old are you both?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 29, 2019 21:17:01 GMT -5
(Sorry I’m so slow, I’m stuck on mobile!)
Bee wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw amusement in Quailfang’s eyes. Shooting a glance at Silverstrike, he wondered how he and his sister looked to them.
Hornet straightened, turning her mind to count back the seasons. “About 15 moons,” she finally replied, remembering how 3 or 4 moons back she’d felt weirdly proud that she’d experienced all four seasons. I remember we mentioned it to dad and he let us choose whatever catch we wanted that night! She looked back at Quailfang and blinked. “I’m guessing you’re...older than that.”
Bee resisted sighing at his sister.
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 29, 2019 21:30:42 GMT -5
Quailfang closed his eyes and winced. "I feel old," he muttered. "Sixty-three moons. And no comments out of you," he said sharply, whipping around to glare at the much younger Silverstrike. "Just because you're half my age," he muttered, eyeing the silver tabby balefully.
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Post by Wolfspirit on Mar 29, 2019 22:54:23 GMT -5
Hornet widened her eyes a little, before quickly schooling her features into nonchalance. "Sixty-three moons, huh...well, that's not old!" She squinted, trying to think of something assuring to say. It came to her in a flash. "I mean, you look like you could kick my tail six ways into tomorrow, so you're definitely not old-old."
Bee quirked a small smile at Hornet, shaking his head. He glanced between Silverstrike and Quailfang, wondering if they were good friends. It seemed like you'd have a lot of those, friends, growing up in a group like this.
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