"I didn't mean by the tunnel!" Needlefang hissed. "The scent is coming from somewhere else—closer to the outer edge of the territory. Would you rather me just not say anything?" The tom was just trying to do his job on the patrol, not stir up conflict with Pintail. Why did Scorchstar seem to always put them together? The two clearly didn't get along no matter how much time they spent together. Was it really worth the trouble of grouping the two together constantly if none of it paid off?
“Yes Needlefang, I could smell the badger, trust me, it was not going to go unnoticed. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to see if Slatepaw could sniff it out. Tracking is probably his weakest asset. How is he to learn scents by anything other than actually encountering them? You can’t teach a cat how to use its nose, you can only help them, and that’s what I’m trying to do. What i’m not trying to do, is get in an argument, especially in front of my apprentice. What do you think he’s thinking right now? Seeing two senior warriors squabbling over a badger scent?” Pintail’s tone was harsh, but his words were diplomatic. He was hoping the other cat would see some truth behind his logic.
Needlefang's ears pressed flat to his head. "Let's just get on with the patrol," said the tabby tom. He didn't want to argue anymore; there was no point, and the only thing it was doing was making them both look foolish in front of Slatepaw. What kind of example were they to the apprentice, acting like this? "I'm going deeper into the gorge, but I'll stay within earshot. There might be more traces of the badger nearby." The tom's flicked an ear passively. At this point, he didn't care if Pintail judged his decisions or not. Tiredness weighing him down, he headed further into the gorge, leaving Pintail behind him.
Pintail flicked tail, annoyed as the tom stomped off. He really is acting like an apprentice, storming off like that. With a sigh, the brown tom trotted towards his apprentice. “Sorry about that.” He muttered apologetically. “How’s the fishing going?” He questioned Slatepaw, staring inquisitively at the toms form.
The tom padded off into the gorge and, past the tunnel, the ground hard underpaw. Alone with his thoughts, the tom tastes the air and was able to concentrate more deeply on the scents around him now that Pintail and Slatepaw were behind him. The gorge soon sloped upward, leading into dense woodland beyond the camp. Needlefang took a long pause and inhaled the grassy scents around him; the scent of the badger had brought him all the way here, to the open plains just in front of the forest; the scent still seemed stale, and though it seemed to dwindle on for a while, the scent abruptly ended in one spot. It was probably nothing; the animal might have a sett nearby, and Needlefang didn't want to disturb it. Sure enough, close by Needlefang spotted the hole, sheltered by a patch of tall grass. Pintail and Slatepaw were now out of earshot, Needlefang realized; he should probably head back. Scanning the area one last time, scenting only the badger, the tom turned back the way he came and followed his own scent back to the area where the patrol had stopped before. "The badger has a sett close to the forest," he reported, looking grim. "We should probably report it back to Scorchstar. Some cats might hunt there and the last thing we need is an attack." He waited for a harsh or condescending reply from Pintail, which didn't seem unlikely at this point.
Thawtail had been snoozing near the outskirts of camp. His sides rose and fell deeply and his paws twitched as if he were dreaming about running or hunting. It was obvious he didn't want to be disturbed as he had gone on the dawn patrol that morning. He slept wherever and whenever he could because of he was usually kept up late at night by insomnia and an overactive mind. Sleep was very difficult as of late because of the tragedy that had befallen the clan as well as the loner problem they had been having. However, this didn't stop Rushwhisker from tearing through the camp and waking up the older tom. He jolted to his feet, fur standing on end as if he was expecting an ambush at any moment.
Realizing her mistake, she quickly dipped her head to the tom. "Oops, sorry Thawtail." Rushwhisker meowed, her heart beating out of her chest. The tom could have quite a temper, especially when it came to disturbed sleep.
Thawtail quickly smoothed his fur down but glared daggers at Rushwhisker. "Get out of my sight now or you'll need to sleep with one eye open tonight, Rushwhisker." He growled.
Rushwhisker didn't need to be told twice as her paws quickly carried her to the other side of camp.
Thawtail grumbled like an elder as he sat down and began to groom the dust from his fur. His stomach growled loudly as he swiped his tongue over his paw and he looked toward where he expected Scorchstar to be. "I wonder if him or Ashenpool would want to share a meal." He wondered quietly to himself as he eyed the fresh kill pile.
Post by 🌌ᔕᑭᗩᑕᗴⓄⓉⓉⒺⓇ🌌 on Jun 16, 2019 21:52:50 GMT -5
Skyrunner padded back to camp, her eyes landed on thawtail. “Hey you grouchy badger!” She called, her meow muffled by the mouse. She padded up her tail straight up in pride of her catch.” So, wanna share or are you going to keep staring at scorchstar and ashenpool?” She growled good naturedly. She sat down, her head tilted.
Wildfur headed over to where Thawtail and Skyrunner were chatting. The tom's tail stuck up behind him happily. The tom gave a good-natured purr as he approached the two. With a respectful nod to the older Thawtail, he asked, "How are you two this fine morning?" The tom eyes Skyrunner's catch and realized he hadn't yet been on a patrol that morning; he was starving! The tom headed over quickly to grab a skinny mouse from the fresh-kill pile, then went back over to sit by the other two warriors.
Thawtail looked at Skyrunner in shock as he was caught staring but quickly nodded in response to the she-cat. "Uh, yeah, thanks." He lowered his body to the ground to take a bite before noticing Wildfur approaching. "Oh hey Wildfur." He meowed with the flick of his tail. He took a big bite and chewed quickly. "Just exhausted from the dawn patrol today. We scented more loners, and they're getting bolder. They've crossed more than a couple foxlengths into the territory now." He shook his head in disgust. "Can you believe that?"
Wildfur shook his head. "Hardly. I can't believe they're that bold nowadays." The tom couldn't help but feel his stomach tighten at the thought of the rogues; their last attacks had been recent, and the young tom had been scarred by the deaths he'd seen. Pushing down the memories resurfacing in his head, the tom folded his paws under his chest and took a bite of the skinny mouse he had resting at his paws.
Thawtail's fur bristled at the thought of the rogues coming any closer to camp then they already had. With Ashenpool in the nursery and so many new, untrained apprentices, the clan was really lacking in able-bodied warriors that could protect the territory. He took another small bite of the mouse, his appetite suddenly gone. He then stood up abruptly. "I'm going to go ask Brigh---" He cut himself off, his memory of the late deputy's still body suddenly clouding his thoughts. "I-I mean I guess I'll organize a noon border patrol. Maybe if we frequent that part of the border more, they'll know we mean it when we tell them to stay away."Or it'll show how afraid we are. He shook his head. "Wildfur, would you be interested in joining the patrol?"
"Certainly!" mewed the big tom, finishing up the last bites of his mouse and shifting his weight to stand up on his paws. Wildfur was eager to have control over something; so many deaths had cast their dark shadow over the Clan recently that the fluffy tom felt helpless. "I think another patrol left this morning—reckon they'll be back soon?" Wildfur strained to remember who exactly had been part of the patrol. "Pintail was one of them, with his apprentice. I think Needlefang, too. Wonder how they're getting along," added the tom with a huff; the two toms had never really meshed well ever since they were apprentices. Wildfur could remember witnessing their squabbling as a young kit; the Clan leader himself sometimes had to put a stop to their fights.
Post by 🌌ᔕᑭᗩᑕᗴⓄⓉⓉⒺⓇ🌌 on Jun 16, 2019 23:18:19 GMT -5
Skyrunner watched the two converse. She smiled and swallowed her last bite. “I can join if you want, I still have some energy left.” She said her tail curling around her paws.” I’m in the mood to chase away some rogues. Those mange pelts.” She said as she looked at both the Toms.
(Sorry about it taking long, I will probably poof, I’m trying to get that under control though.)
Thawtail allowed himself a small chuckle as he thought about Needlefang and Pintail together and in the presence of a young impressionable apprentice. "Oh wow we should hope that they run into something to sink their claws into before they sink their claws into each other." He laughed. "I bet they're both really trying to keep it together so they don't squabble in front of the apprentice." Thawtail stretched a little before standing back up to face Skyrunner, dipping his head to her. "The more the merrier." He meowed, pleased to have her volunteer. "We'll go ahead and head out soon. I think Pintail's patrol was planning on hunting while they were out so that's probabaly what's taking so long."
Post by 🌌ᔕᑭᗩᑕᗴⓄⓉⓉⒺⓇ🌌 on Jun 16, 2019 23:34:42 GMT -5
She laughed. “It’ll be fun to watch if it does come to that.” She joked with a glimmer of amusement in her tone. She stood up and stretched. She dipped her head and looked up. “So we got all of the cats chosen?” She asked with a tilt of her head and scanned the clearing. She looked at her pelt and realized how messy it was. She groomed her fur down so it was sleek quickly.
Thawtail gave his ear a quick scratch and nodded. "I think so." He glanced in Rushwhisker's direction for a moment. "I would ask Rushwhisker but she's a little too immature for me to handle right now." He growled. "I didn't sign up for kit-sitting." He thought back to her warrior ceremony, which was only a few days ago. She obviously wasn't ready to be a full fledged warrior yet but in the heat of what had happened recently, Scorchstar had decided to make her a warrior to have more cats to help out without supervision.
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Firedance: Did anyone else get that Err Bear thing a while ago?
Oct 16, 2019 20:50:42 GMT -5
B: Sometimes I wonder what dogs are saying when they bark
Oct 17, 2019 20:42:31 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: the challenge in letting dogs vote is then you'll have people committing dog voter fraud. they already have a superbowl. just let them be.
Oct 17, 2019 20:49:30 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ: the Canadian federal election is in full swing & honestly dogs for pm isn't looking so bad rn
Oct 17, 2019 21:02:33 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: I mean, at least a dog can't be controversial. can't say they'll get much done, though.
Oct 17, 2019 21:11:48 GMT -5
infinities: dog suffrage. ruffrage
Oct 17, 2019 23:19:33 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ: it's not like the actual candidates would get more done than a dog...let's be honest here. and at least dogs are cuter to look at than the candidates, lol.
Oct 18, 2019 7:19:17 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: I'm from the U.S. so I'm not familiar with the Canadian candidates for PM, all I know is trudou was an idiot
Oct 18, 2019 8:05:42 GMT -5