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Post by Firehaze on Aug 2, 2016 23:47:57 GMT -5
The sun barely peaked over the top of the mountain, casting a yellow-orange glow across the mist shrouded forest, turning the gray dull landscape into one made of gold. It was peacefully silent, save for the occasional bird call and rustle of squirrels and small critters coming out of their dens into the still chilled daylight. Winter had come and gone, but it's lingering cold still gripped the landscape in the early hours of the morning and late hours of night. The small creatures of the forest darted about, stretching their legs and breaking into their winter stores and getting whatever food they had buried in the fall. Their activity barely even registered to a figure who sat hunched over a small mound of freshly dug up dirt. The small she-cat had a dark chocolate brown pelt with the faintest of black tabby markings. Her tiny, dainty paws were white and she had a small white splash on her chest. Her green eyes were dim and blank as she stared at her paws, head hanging low.
"It was a harsh winter," a voice boomed behind the small she-cat and she turned her head and looked at a large, burly tom who came padding up behind her. He looked like a larger version of her, his pelt slightly longer and thick, and more of a milky chocolate color and defined tabby markings. He had a white underbelly and white front paws. Muscles rippled on his broad shoulders as he padded over to the smaller she-cat and gave her an affectionate nudge.
"It should have been me," The smaller she-cat said in a voice dull with pain. "She's the better fighter, you two kept us all safe."
"Illness doesn't discriminate," The tom mewed softly, letting her lean into him for comfort. "Besides, without you we all would have starved."
The she-cat sighed and carefully pushed away from the larger tom and turned to leave. "I'm going to hunt," She mewed bluntly as she left the clearing, heading towards a river that was beginning to swell at the banks with snow melt and rain water.
The large tom sighed and stayed at the small mound of dirt a moment longer, glancing at three other mounds that had already mostly been covered up with grass, but each one marked with a different shaped stone in the center. "We'll be alright Brook," He mumbled softly, looking at the mound before him. "Your little ones will be well taken care of, Lark and I will look out for them." He dipped his head and touched his nose gently to the round stone that marked Brook's grave before turning away and heading out of the clearing as well.
Not too far away from the clearing with the graves, two young cats sparred in a smaller clearing while a third, slightly older cat watched over them. The clearing had a roughly woven thorn and bramble wall stretched between trees that made a small protected circle. The older tom yawned from where he was stretched out on a large root that jutted out over the clearing. "You're too slow Spring!" He growled to a golden she-cat with light, toasted brown spotted tabby markings. She looked up at him with sharp blue eyes and glared before the tom she was sparring with bowled her over.
"No fair Pine!" She snapped, pushing the larger golden tom with black speckles off her. He grinned at her wickedly as his honey colored eyes gleamed mischievously. "Thistle was distracting me!"
"You should pay better attention to your opponent," Thistle muttered from his perch above the younger cats. He was a thick pelted, deep red colored tom with white paws and bright ember eyes. His pelt was untameable, and stuck out every which way making him look like a wild beast. He opened his mouth to say more, when rustling near the thorn wall made him lift his head and carefully get to his feet, signaling to the young ones to be quiet.
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 2, 2016 23:59:19 GMT -5
Lark - Smaller she-cat with a dark brown, almost black looking tabby pelt. She has white paws and a white splash on her chest. Bright, leafy green eyes. Shes usually quite outspoken and bitter, sharp tongued and quick to anger. Roughly 36 moons old.
Aspen - Thick pelted dark brown tom with tabby markings and bright green eyes. Bulky build with thick and well defined muscles. He has white front paws and a white underbelly. Calm and collected and is usually reserved. He's blunt and to the point, and very much a realist. Hes a little milder tempered than his sister Lark. Roughly 36 moons old.
Spring - Golden she-cat with hardly visible, light toasted brown spotted tabby markings. She has one white front paw and both her back feet are white. She has bright, sky blue eyes. She has a bubbly personality and is quite friendly and warm, very much like her mother Brook. She's about 8 moons old.
Pine - Bulky golden tom with black speckles on his pelt. White tail tip and back paws with honey colored eyes. He's rather shy and likes to keep to himself, which most think it adds to his intimidating demeanor but when he opens up hes a total sweetheart and a softy. He's about 8 moons old.
Thistle - Thicker pelted deep red tom with tabby markings and white paws. Ember eyes. His pelt is somewhat fluffy and likes to stick out every which way, making him look like a red thistle. He very much lives up to his name with a prickly attitude and he always seems to be angry or unhappy with something. He is about 12 moons old.
Lark and Aspen are siblings, Their sister Brook passed away from greencough, leaving them with her kits Spring and Pine to take care of. The siblings found Thistle right before winter as a small kit, his family killed by foxes.[/i]
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 0:28:13 GMT -5
... ↪ "You're going about it all wrong, Oleander," a voice usually filled with charm was calling out in disappointment. It came from an older tom, lanky with a powdery, white coat. He was speaking to a younger she-cat with a pelt much like his own, but with splotches of black littered on the otherwise white body. Two different fur attributes recieved from each one of her parents. "We're at a disadvantage. You've got to be more sneaky."
With their bright coats, they indeed no longer camouflaged against the Leaf-Bare snow now that New-Leaf was approaching gracefully. Oleander was streaking down a tree trunk as her father criticized her last move. She was leaping along the tree branches in efforts to get near a perched bird, but it saw her first and flew from its attacker. Granted she was young and new to hunting up high, but her kin was keen on teaching her how to start living now that she was getting older. He'd been doting too much on her now for the longest time, and this last particularly strenuous season proved to make that difficult.
"Don't give me that, Needle...Dad," the young she-cat huffed and stuck her very bright-pink nose in the air. She was in a sassy and rebellious phase now that Needle was trying to train her and had begun a streak of calling him by his name, but he'd only ask her to cut it out and address him only as her father. Oleander corrected herself as to hopefully skip past a nagging. "Let's see you do better. I want you to steal acorns from a squirrel," his daughter sneered.
Admittedly, hunting was not a strong point for either of the pair. Due to their white fur and little skills on how to actuallt track and collect prey, that made thieving a better suit and strongpoint for the duo. Needle smirked at the challenge. As much as he didn't like the attitude she was trying to give him, perhaps following the request would get her to stop. The slinky white tom wiggled his hindquarters in the air before leaping and attaching himself to the slimy trunk of the tree heavy with melted snow. |
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Post by skyfire on Aug 3, 2016 0:36:50 GMT -5
A large tortoiseshell she-cat padded through the snow-covered forest, a tabby she-cat not much younger than the tortoiseshell following behind her. They were both dragging their tails, looking and feeling as if they were going to drop from exhaustion.
"Quinn, can't we stop here and sleep? We've been trying to find a new home for daysnow and it hasn't done any good. I don't see what taking a break is going to do besides give us energy," the young tabby said, a slight whine creeping into her voice.
"Of course, Jess, you sleep here, where all there are are snow drifts. I'm sure that it will offer great protection and will be very comfortable as well," the tortoiseshell snapped back. "Not to mention it will probably be great at covering your scent from the predators."
The two she-cats were so busy arguing back and forth between each other that they didn't even smell the other cats near them.
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Post by skyfire on Aug 3, 2016 0:39:08 GMT -5
Quinn- A large tortoiseshell she-cat with a flat face and amber eyes. She has thick fur so the cold doesn't bother her as much as it does her companion. 28 moons old
Jess- Dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. 17 moons.
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 0:45:18 GMT -5
Lark padded quickly and swiftly through the forest, her dark pelt letting her slip through the shadows with ease. She let her paws carry her through the forest she grew up in, knowing every twisted root and rock in her path as she ducked through ferns, barely making them rustle in her passing. Her family had lived in this forest for quite some time, her parents haven been raised here and met when their families crossed paths one day. They had taken up helping those in need when they crossed the mountains or preparing those for the dangerous journey ahead. It was through passing groups of rogues and loners that her sister had met her mate, Sunny, and it was also how she lost him. Not every rogue or loner was friendly passing through these parts.
It was that incident that had really left the already bitter she-cat more sour. She was fiercely protective of what was left of her kin, even prickly little Thistle. So when she came across two glaringly white pelts she paused a moment in the shadows, her leafy green eyes peering our of the darkness curiously, but narrowed in suspicion. She watched them carefully and scoffed at their techniques. "Use the sun," She mewed as she pulled her tiny body out of the shadows. "If you come in from the direction of the sun, anything that tries to look at you will be momentarily blinded and stunned by the sun's light and you'll have a bigger opening at getting it." She looked up at the two cats in the tree, smirking.
Aspen tilted his head as he padded further up the foothills. Here, the ground was still laden in snow versus closer to where the young ones where at the camp. He continued to pad forward, his large paws making it easy to pad over the snow without sinking too much. When two she-cats came into view he cleared his throat. "I don't mean to intrude," He said, his deep voice booming and echoing through the silent forest. "But, just a little further that way the snow is pretty much completely melted away, its just on the other side of this hill," He motioned behind him to the small rise dotted with evergreens that had already shed their snow.
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Post by skyfire on Aug 3, 2016 1:07:42 GMT -5
Quinn whipped around to face the tom. She mentally chided herself for not hearing him before he was so close. She was supposed to be taking care of Jess, but she hadn't even heard the tom until he had made himself known. She had been just about to tell him they were going to keep looking, but thank you when Jess interrupted.
"Thank you very much," the younger she-cat said, shooting Quinn a look. Jess had always been more trusting than Quinn, but she also hadn't seen how badly trust could damage cats. "Do you live around here?" Jess continued, as curious as she was trusting. Quinn sighed, resigned to the fact that she would have to be the weary one.
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 1:11:26 GMT -5
... ↪ Another voice. One nothing like his daughter's. Needle's head immediately craned down awkwardly to try and get a view of the forest floor where Oleander actually was since she'd just come down from this very tree. He didn't need the newcomer being a potential threat to his little she-cat. The position the tom was in was not the most appealing. He hadn't even made it to tje branches and was actually splayed across the trunk with his toes wide and claws digging into the bark. His tail was swishing defensively though, until he realized the approaching cat was only trying to give them some advice for whatever reason.
It was too bad that he wasn't set out for hunting, and he did the stupid thing of leaving Oleander alone down there to continue scrambling up the tree. This was a challenge if pilfering and he made it up to the branches with a few more exaggerated climbing motions. There was a hole in the trunk fairly close to his new perch, but it required some reaching. It was a good thing he had a fairly long body and limbs, and though he was stealthy and enjoyed slithering around, Needle had a bad habit of being a klutz anyway, which ruined a lot of his potential stealing scams in his path. He tried reaching for the squirrel store inside the bark anyway.
A young and still trusting Oleander wasn't afraid of another she-cat, though who knew what she could really be like. She was trying to be confident and mature, so she gave the newcomer and sideways glance and a slight nod. "I'll keep that in mind, my father surely won't," she mewed coolly before returning her upwards gaze completely to the tom in the tree that she had just revealed her relations to. There was a tiny shake of Oleander's head, and then a heavy exhale of a sigh. "He's going to fall. He's going to fall," she repeated quietly with much disdain and even a bit of disgust and embarassment.
Needle leaned too far in his aim for the nest of acorns and slipped right off the branch. Plummeting to the ground, his tail shot straight up and he gave a loud caterwaul of fright as he twisted before landing right on his feet. It was a stiff dismount that made his tense muscles feel even worse and cut up the bottom of his paws, but all in all he would be fine. Probably. |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 1:23:01 GMT -5
Aspen nodded to the younger she-cat. "I do," He mewed as gently as he could with his rumbling voice. "My family has lived in these foothills and forest for quite sometime. We have a small camp set up not too far from here. I can have my niece and nephews make some nests for you." He tilted his head and watched the two carefully, his green eyes curious but he knew to be cautious. Having lost Sunny, Brook's mate, just before leaf-bare to a rogue attack had taught him and his family to be a lot more careful who they welcomed into their homes. But these two she-cats looked as if they were desperately in need of help, and he knew that despite their recent loss Lark and himself could give them the assistance they need. My sister, Lark, should be returning shortly with food," he mewed softly hoping that would win them over and he could get them somewhere safe.
Lark couldn't help but let a small huff of laughter as she watched the tom fall. "Acorns?" She mewed, slightly confused at what it was these two were trying to accomplish if it wasn't hunting. Though, she should have assumed something was off when she had watched them climbing trees. "What do you guys want with acorns?" She glanced at the younger she-cat then to the older tom, who as the young one had said was her father. She quietly cursed herself for poking her nose in someone else's business, she was usually much more cautious and it was her brother and sister who were more welcoming, probably because if things went south they could efficiently take care of any threat. Lark, on the other hand, was not that intimidating with her small body that was forever stuck between looking like a kit and maybe growing up a little bit. She flicked her tail a little, suddenly feeling self conscious and very aware of her predicament.
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Post by skyfire on Aug 3, 2016 1:36:59 GMT -5
"We don't want to intrude, it must be hard to provide for your family as it is," Quinn said before Jess could reply. The tom seemed nice, but Quinn knew that cats weren't always what they seemed. For all they knew the tom could be leading them into an ambush, but once again Jess seemed to have other plans.
"I don't see why we can't stay with them for a night, we can leave once we've got more energy. Anyway it sounds like we could help them while we stay. Like you said, it must be hard to help his sister take care of her kits," Jess said, looking at Aspen for comfirmation before going on, unaware that the kits weren't his sister's that he had mentioned to them. "We can help catch prey so it won't be on one cat's shoulders."
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 10:31:03 GMT -5
((Sorry I poofed last night, I fell asleep. Posting a quick reply before work then I will be back in the afternoon  ))
Aspen dipped his head. "Any help is always appreciated," He mewed with a small, warm smile. "It really is no trouble, like I said my family has been in this forest for some time, since before my parents really and we have a tendency to bring in strays as my parents used to say and help. Either before they cross the mountains or after. And besides, I promise there's food back with the others. You won't find much over here, where there is still snow." He looked at the younger one, knowing she was more likely to follow him than the older she-cat, who was more wary. And he understood, she had every right to be cautious of him and his family. Just like he had every reason to be cautious of her and the young one. He never worried to much though, having been gifted with his brute strength and skills as a fighter he knew he could at least fend for himself if things turned sour. "I'm Aspen, by the way. I don't think I formerly introduced myself."
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Post by skyfire on Aug 3, 2016 10:46:32 GMT -5
(Okay!  ) Quinn sighed, giving up on trying to be cautious, or at least in trying to avoid staying with this group of strangers. "Very well, but only until we've got the energy to move on," she said, throwing a small glare at Jess. Jess smiled, relieved that they would finally get some rest, and some contact with other cats. Not that she didn't like being in Quinn's company, but her companion wasn't exactly a great conversationalist. "Thank you so much! My name is Jess, and this is Quinn," she said, knowing Quinn wasn't going to. |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 17:15:53 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," Aspen purred in a low, rumbling tone. "My home is this way," He mewed as he tilted his head in the direction of the make-shift camp of his family. He turned and padded quietly over the snow, his large paws carrying him across the white powder with the softest crunch. It was obvious with the smooth and confident way he moved that he knew where he was going and was quite comfortable with his surroundings. As he led the two she-cats over the rise the snow thinned out until it was in just small slush clumps and then nothing but a few dampened spots in the undergrowth. He suddenly ducked under a clump of ferns and disappeared before poking his head back out. "Through here," He mewed before leading them through a small gap between brambles and thorns to a clearing where three young cats were turned to attention at the new arrivals. A thin bramble wall encircled the clearing that had large, gnarled roots with gaps under them lining the edge of the camp. "We make our nests in the areas under the roots, it's well insulated and warm in the leaf-bare." Aspen explained as the younger two cats came bounding up.
"Who did you bring with you Aspen?" The young she-cat mewed excitedly, her blue eyes bright and excited. Aspen chuckled and shook his head.
"Jess, Quinn, this is my niece Spring and her brother Pine." He mewed, motioning with his tail to each one as he said their names.
"Great, more mouths to feed," the slightly older tom, who was still lounging on a large root across the clearing narrowed his eyes as his red pelt stuck out every which way.
"And that bundle of joy is my adoptive nephew Thistle," Aspen said with a small chuckle. "He lives up to his name but I promise he's all sharp tongue and no bite." He shook his head and waved him over. "Thistle, help Spring and Pine find moss for Jess and Quinn to have a nest. Jess, if you want you can go with them so you know where to find fresh moss in the future." He glanced over to Quinn and smiled. "If your companion here says it's alright."
Lark huffed. "Well, I'm not limping and didn't just fall out of a tree so I think it's safe to say I've hardly been bothered." She gave a small smile and eyed him carefully. "You though, took a pretty hard fall. Are you alright?" She watched as he limped, carefully noting it in case she needed to defend herself but she doubted it would come to that. She knew Spring could possibly help him if he needed it, and Thistle and herself could show his young daughter how to hunt and prepare her for any journey they may face in the future. But should she risk her family, helping these strangers? There was something about them that made her skin crawl and set her fur on end, which made her heart race. She hoped she was doing good at hiding her thoughts, Brook always made fun of her for never hiding her feelings very well.
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 17:39:54 GMT -5
... ↪ "Nothing's broken," Needle drawled out what was supposed to be an answer to if he were alright or not. Something should have snapped from a decent like that, but since he fell evenly flat on all his paws there was no extra weight distribution to have caused that, only very stiff limbs and sore muscles. Oleander knew her father was just trying to feign a good face and act strong in front of the she-cat. He always did flirty things like this. It was a reason why she resented him, because from what she knew of her own mother was nothing more than a fling that ended up lasting longer than they both wanted when she was discovered. Granted, her mother wanted her even less after a while so they agreed to split ways. Needle took her in, so she gave him that much. She could have easily just been abandoned by her parents when she was nothing more than an accident.
The 'accident' was pushing between the two older cats now, sticking her tail in front of her fathers face so that she could speak with the she-cat. "I don't trust his legs, and I'm poorly trained by this half-wit. I can't catch anything for the both of us and I for one am very hungry," she tried to sound diplomatic, but Oleander only ended up whining. "Weren't you hunting before you decided to interrupt? Since your distraction caused my father to fall, it's only right if you could pay us back in some way, hm?" Oleander pressed, being very good at mind games for being so young. That's something she learned well from Needle at least, because they have been homed by many different she-cats that he's toyed with and paid attention to his actions and words often. She was sure her father fell from this only klutzy reaching, but it didn't hurt to try and peg the newcomer as a fault. |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 17:53:41 GMT -5
Lark scoffed and eyed the young she-cat carefully. "I suppose," She mewed, drawing out her words carefully. "I didn't catch much, expecting to only have to feed my family but I can get more later or have my brother go hunt." She eyed Needle carefully and his daughter, doubting her intrusion was much of a distraction and the reason behind the tom's fall. She wasn't much a flirt, that was her sister Brook. Toms always looked her over or paid little mind to her, so she was rather oblivious to any flirtations from Needle. "If I really have been such a trouble, I suppose I can make it up to you. And while you heal and get better I can teach your daughter how to hunt." She sighed, wondering what had gotten into her as the tip of her tail twitched rather anxiously. "I'll show you the way to my camp, do you think you can keep up?" She asked, eyeing Needle carefully.
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 18:28:03 GMT -5
Lark blinked at Needle at his reply, slightly taken aback and confused at what he meant before shaking it off and turning away from him and heading towards her camp. "My name is Lark, by the way," She mewed over her shoulder as she padded swiftly through the trees. She kept silent for most of the way, looking over her shoulder to make sure the two were following her and pausing to collect what she had caught earlier. Two mice, two fat squirrels, and one thrush, which is what would have easily fed her family until later when she would do evening hunting. Now, she would probably have to go out hunting again to get everyone fed. She sighed, flicking her tail rather anxiously. As they neared her home they passed the clearing where her sister and parents were buried, as well as Brook's mate Sunny, her pace slowed and she looked across the clearing, a pained expression crossing her features as she looked at each small mound, each marked with a different stone.
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 18:38:25 GMT -5
... ↪ "I'm Needle, and this pretty little one is Oleander. Suits her perfectly," he introduced and attempted to sidestep and wrap is tail along his daughter's back but she easily side-stepped away from his gesture with an annoyed look on her face. She was named after a flower so beautiful and grew up to appear the same, but there was no question that she didn't also act as toxic as it were. Oleander offered to help carry some of the prey and with it she wanted to flee and hope her father would follow, but the she-cat refused to let her, which ruined that plan out of motion. She'd actually have to hang around to get a bite to eat now and the expression on her face didn't change when she saw all the cats in the clearing, looking straight past the tombstones. Oleander regretted this, whereas Needle was pleased to see more she-cats past the graves. However, he did manage to redirect his attention to Lark and the spaces on the ground where she longed just before she crossed past them, and he made note of that prior to following. |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 18:58:25 GMT -5
"Lark's back!" A cheery voice broke through the silence of the clearing as Lark pushed her way through the thin thorn wall. She noted her brother was there with two newcomers as well and cursed. Where was everyone to sleep?! She nodded her her niece, dropping her catch off in a small dip in the ground and motioned for Oleander to do the same. "This is Spring," She mewed, motioning to the beaming young she-cat before her. "Her brother over there is Pine, and that bristly ball of sunshine over there is Thistle. My brother Aspen, and some more newcomers I can see." Lark sighed, already feeling tired from all the hunting she would need to do. She shook her head and twitched her tail. "Thistle! Come show Oleander where to get fresh moss for nests, and set them up in Brook and Sunny's old den."
The red pelted tom scowled and glared at the pale colored she-cat before huffing and getting to his feet and sauntering over. "If it gets me out of this stuffy place, anything." he grumbled, padding away and not bothering to see if the young she-cat was following. Lark rolled her eyes. "If he gets too out of paw I give you full permission to whack him." She said before turning to Spring. "What do you have for sore muscles? Needle here took a tumble out of a tree."
Spring beamed and bounced on her toes. "Oh absolutely! I'll go see what I have!" She she quickly darted away, disappearing under a gap under a mass of gnarled roots that was covered in moss and ferns. Lark sighed and turned back to Needle. "Here," She mewed, motioning to a quieter and more secluded part of the clearing. "It will be quieter over here, easier o relax until your daughter and Thistle come back with moss for your nest."
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 19:19:05 GMT -5
... ↪ There was a sudden pang in Oleander's belly. Her face grew hot; ear-tips ablaze. The fur on the back of her neck fluffed up and she shuddered when the tom grumbled and walked straight past her, and she was supposed to follow him? Oleander hadn't felt this way since her father was fraternizing with that one she-cat with the son a while back, before they stole all their possessions and fled; losing those in a Leaf-Bare storm a couple moons ago. It was simply the fact that he was a young tom. She didn't know how to deal with the swooning as anything but heated embarrassment. Oleander bobbled her head at Lark, looking obviously more flustered than her usual composure since meeting each other and followed Thistle out, nearly tripping over her own paws.
At the other side of the clearing, Needle was finding the spot Lark pointed out because he figured he should just do whatever she says, but not without an argument to try and keep him from settling down. "I'm fine, truly. I don't need to laze around if you need any help," he protested, when in truth he would be absolutely relieved to be able to stop walking around on his paws that definitely got scratched up on the ground when he fell and the stiffness of his legs. "I could even chase off those other she-cats down there. You already don't look too fond of them," Needle teased, though he'd really prefer not to run if anything, but he'd do what he could to try and please Lark. "Actually, there's been a permanent scowl on your face since I first laid eyes on you." |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 3, 2016 19:34:13 GMT -5
Thistle scowled and looked over his shoulder. "Can't you walk straight?" He asked. "Or am I going to have to baby you?" He narrowed his eyes at her, watching her carefully. If anyone was wary of newcomers, Thistle was probably the most cautious. He had lost his parents when he was very young, and he was going through it all again with the loss of his adoptive mother. Everyone who came was a possible threat, something to take away what was left of his family. This young she-cat was no different, and for all he knew she could take everything he held dear away in the blink of an eye. Though, she didn't look intimidating enough to do so.
Lark rolled her eyes. "You won't be much help hunting with how badly you're limping. Or chasing anyone off." She tilted her head towards the quiet corner of the clearing she had indicated to earlier. "Let Spring take care of you so I don't have to feel bad about distracting you or whatever." She glanced at him and looked him up and down for a moment. "Though I'm still convinced you're a natural klutz. I would be if I had legs longer than what i knew what to do with."
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Post by Darkηesque on Aug 3, 2016 20:12:27 GMT -5
... ↪ All Needle could do was shrug and look down awkwardly while he waited for an especially young-looking she-cat to come bring him something that was supposed to help. At that age, how would the apparent Spring even know about healing? It was mostly Lark's tone and lack of reception to his attitude that was making him avert his gaze. Also, the distraction had been Oleander's words, not his. He didn't deserve to be on the other end of her skepticism. "Right, well if you're done with me you could at least go get the little one to hurry," Needle huffed and finally laid down, splaying out his entire body and the aforementioned long limbs.
It was silence and Oleander struggling to keep up until the young tom's sudden words brought her back to her old self. "Excuse me? That is entirely unnecessary," she retorted but once she looked up to meet his narrow gaze she was immediately flushing red again. Fairly, being babied was all she had known up until this recent Leaf-Bare where things got tough. It's where she really grew into a new personality of rebellious father-hating, but also following in his footsteps of deceit. She didn't want to take care of herself, but the one who no longer wanted to give her everything she wanted was all she had to show her the ropes of growing up. It was a complicated relationship, and now she was in this predicament of new cats she didn't want to know and being sent away with a snobby, mean tom that she couldn't help but find appealing if not incredibly irritating. Just more complications. |
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Post by Firehaze on Aug 6, 2016 14:07:08 GMT -5
Lark rolled her eyes and turned to pad away to find Spring, only to find the young she-cat bounding over with a mouthful of assorted herbs. She sighed when she saw a few of the herbs were incorrect. "Spring, he has sore legs and joints, not kitting." Lark mewed softly as she calmly shook her head. "Leave the Comfrey root, take the rest back. For now, this should be fine." She nodded to her niece who ducked her head, embarrassed at her little mess up as she gathered the incorrect herbs back up to take back to the stores. Lark watched her go and sighed as she took the root and turned back to Needle. "Her mother, Brook, was much better at teaching her about herbs than me." Lark said with a sigh as she bit off part of a root and began to chew. When the root was in a perfect pulp she gently licked it onto Needle's leg, focusing on his joints and gently working it into his fur so it would sooth his muscles.
Thistle rolled his eyes as he turned sharply and headed down a steep incline, his footing sure and confident as he headed to the rocky bottom. A stream bubbled near by and moss grew in abundance on the rocks. "The higher up you go the dryer the moss is, we use this for nests. Lower down, closer to the stream, its wetter and that's where we get moss and water for those who can't leave camp. Not that we really worry about that much, but if you want to get some for your father that's fine." His voice was deadpan and he looked at her, seemingly bored. There was something about her that made his already ruffled pelt prickle, but not in an aggressive way. He felt a warmth blossom in his chest and he growled, tearing into the moss and drowning the feeling arising within him.
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