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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 11, 2010 14:36:47 GMT -5
The entrance to the Camp would rustle slightly before a smaller she-cat made her way through and into the quiet camp clearing. She smiled warmly as those gentle green eyes scanned her surroundings, checking out who was out and about, and who was currently out of camp. Hanging from her jaws were two voles, a mouse, and a starling. Her tail whipped back and forth in amazement at her catch... Prey was not plentiful, and she was not the best of huntresses, but she had brought back quite a share... StarClan was watching out for them indeed... Or were they...
Tumblestep's thoughts darted to the Gathering... And what Duskstar had said... His words frightened and upset her... She didn't know anyone from the other Clans and knew very well that they could be in trouble without more hunting grounds and everything, but what was with what he was doing... There should be four Clans in the forest always... She sighed slightly, shaking her head a bit. She had not stepped paw off ThunderClan territory to find this food, and nor would she... She moved over to drop her catch on the Fresh Kill pile and glance around the Camp once again. She hoped very strongly to run into Shrubwhisker, but didn't see him right off. She sighed lightly as she thought of him, smiling a little to herself before moving off toward the entrance to the Camp, maybe she would head out again... But she wasn't moving with much purpose, so catching her wouldn't be an issue if someone wished to.
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Post by Silver on Jan 11, 2010 19:29:13 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker hung at the back of the patrol, letting his eyes wander and his paws lead him. Ahead, Rosethorn was attempting to talk to Mountainpelt, while Noxshadow hovered nearby. They had been out since sunhigh, patrolling the enlarged border. Shrubwhisker's paws ached, and he knew that Rosethorn felt that same, but he wasn't in the mood to talk to her right now. As the patrol neared the camp entrance, a delightful scent greeted him. Someone has brought fresh prey! he thought, his mouth watering at the prospect of a meal. The fresh-kill pile had been mostly empty for days, and since he had to let the elder warriors eat first, there was nothing for him this morning before patrol. He hadn't realized how famished he was.
Noxshadow and Mountainpelt wandered off together, though Shrubwhisker hardly noticed. He followed Rosethorn through the barrier, the weariness in his paws replaced by eager hunger. Rosethorn padded off towards the warrior den, leaving Shrubwhisker alone for a moment. The tom headed straight for the fresh-kill pile, choosing rather to be awed by the amount of prey rather than their size. Just as he reached for a starling, he paused, then carefully sniffed his meal choice. Tumblestep! he thought excitedly, turning. He hadn't noticed the pretty she-cat in his haste to grab something to eat, and quickly padded over to her.
"Tumblestep!" he purred in greeting. "Did you catch all that? That's some of the best catches I've seen all leaf-bare!" he praised. If someone had not known Shrubwhisker very well, they would be shocked by this sudden transformation. The mud-brown tom was normally very quiet and shy, so to see him excitedly speak to another warrior as if they had been litter-mates was rather unusual- no, it was unheard of! But Shrubwhisker didn't seem to notice as he shifted from paw to paw, like an apprentice eager for his first lesson.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 12, 2010 4:01:41 GMT -5
A tiredness dragged lightly at the young Warrior's paws. She, like the rest of her beloved Clan, had not eaten well since Leafbare started. And she wasn't about to take anything yet, before the rest of her Clan had eaten. She looked to the entrance of the Camp, seriously not wanting to go out again, but knowing that she should... The Clan still needed fed... It still needed lots more food. She shivered a little as she thought about this. There was such a thing as hunting the prey to extinction, and that wouldn't do either... Yet she didn't want her Clan to become extinct from lack of food either... She sighed slightly, so much on her mind at the moment.
Yet all these things evaporated as a familiar scent floated on the winds toward the pretty little tortoiseshell she-cat. She raised her nose, and looked around, until her glittering green eyes landed on the tom she had deemed her friend so many moons ago. Her tail thrashed just a little, and she felt lighter on her paws, as she closed the gap between them, smiling as she would instantly bury her nose gently against his shoulder, drawing in his scent and purring to him. She soon heard his admiring question and laid her ears back in embarrasement.
A light shake of that slender head would be given. "Not all of it... There were a couple mice there when I got to it..." She dipped her head humbly as she looked to him and smiled at his praise, before letting out another loud purr. "Thanks Shrubwhisker... The Clan needs fed, and I will certainly help as long as I am fit to do so." She would nod and smile, before nudging his shoulder playfully with her nose. "What have you been up to today?" She smiled as she watched his actions. She remembered him being a shy cat all his life up to this point, and yet with her he seemed different... Happier, more energetic... She liked him so much like this... Though she had to laugh quietly to herself when she saw him all shy around other cats. Now these two weren't born in the same families, and yet they might as well have been with how they bonded since early Apprenticehood, if not in the Nursery itself.
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Post by Silver on Jan 12, 2010 18:57:09 GMT -5
(Rosethorn really has no purpose being here XD She's just there because I had some quick muse for her...)
Shrubwhisker nudged Tumblestep back, chuckling at her embarrassment. "Oh, same old same old. Duskstar insisted the dawn patrol cover part of RiverClan territory," he sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. He glanced around, dropping his voice. "If you ask me, Duskstar is just asking for trouble. But you know, I wouldn't dare speak up to him. After all, he must know what he's doing, otherwise Midnightstar wouldn't have chosen him as her deputy," he whispered. Glancing around, he straightened slightly, his tail flicking excitedly. "But enough of that! You must be hungry as a badger!" he joked, his eyes shining. Sweeping his tail toward the fresh-kill pile, he purred, "You deserve first pick!"
Rosethorn watched with mild amusement from the warrior's den. As the two young cats chatted eagerly, she was launched back to the days when she and Solarwind had often trained them together. She half-closed her eyes, immersing herself in the memories of the warm green-leaf days in the training hollow. She could almost hear Solarwind calling out encouragement to Tumblestep- Tumblepaw then- as she pounced on Shrubpaw, scent the prey as they hunted together in the forest. It was no wonder Tumblestep and Shrubwhisker were so close. They had bonded like brother and sister, although Rosethorn had always teased them of liking each other a little too much. Can you see these two from StarClan, Solarwind? I think its just the funniest thing... she thought. After a moment, Rosethorn turned and settled herself into her nest, smiling to herself.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 13, 2010 0:33:24 GMT -5
A light giggle would come from Tumblestep as Shrubwhisker nudged her back. She would move to nuzzle him lightly, very glad to be around him. She tilted her head a little as she listened intently to his words, before wrinkling her nose just a little bit in distaste. She growled a little bit and shook her head some as if bothered by this. "I don't like it Shrubwhisker... What Duskstar is doing... It doesn't fit with the Warrior code at all... Everything we've been taught since we were little kits... And danget this sounds like something ShadowClan would try to pull... Not us..." She shook her head a little and sighed lightly. "Yea... I guess you're right... I mean Midnightstar was a wonderful Leader... She knew what she was doing, surely." She nodded and winced a little as if this didn't console her all that much, but she grinned a little as she heard his words, before shaking her head a little bit. "Actually not all that much... Have all the Elders already eaten?" She would tilt her head and look toward the Elder's den before looking to him again if he answered. "Want to share a piece? One of the voles I brought back was actually surprisingly plump for this time of year." She nodded and smiled a bit warmly to him.
If he agreed, or even if he didn't, she would wander toward the fresh kill pile with him... Though her thoughts would move away from the pair for the time being back to memories... She thought of this time last year... She was Solarwind's apprentice... Training with Shrubwhisker, Shrubpaw at that time, and Rosethorn... Solarwind... Dear Solarwind do you approve of this? You were so smart... So wonderful... How I wish you were here now... She shook her head slightly, a saddness in her eyes. She missed him... Oh how she missed him. Often times he seemed more of a father than her own, and her own was absolutely wonderful... She sighed, but finally looked to Shrubwhisker. One couldn't change the past, only continue into the future... So thus she would do. And she would grin and move over, looking over the pile. "I think we should go out again after we eat, what do you say? You alright with that after a bit of a rest?"
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Post by Silver on Jan 15, 2010 19:58:24 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker grinned sheepishly. "We only have two elders... and I think I just saw an apprentice slip inside their den..." truthfully, the dark tom was talking to himself more than Tumblestep, musing quietly to himself. ThunderClan had seemed so much larger when he was a kit, playing about in the nursery. It was right around his apprentice ceremony that the first cats slowly started disappearing. As his warrior ceremony approached, it seemed that time was speeding up, taking many cats with it, vanishing into the unknown. He had hazy memories of those that had left, seeing as he rarely spoke to them. And now... Shrubwhisker wondered if this disappearances related to something. As if as time flew by, they were getting closer and closer to something, and the closer they got, the more cats vanished, the more villainous characters arose to take their place. But what was this great event taking their warriors away? What was StarClan planning?
Shrugging off his troubling thoughts, Shrubwhisker turned his attention back to Tumblestep. "That sounds fine. Going out again, I mean," he mewed, forgetting his tired paws. He picked up the vole she had spoken off, pushing it towards her first before crouching to take a bite.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 17, 2010 11:01:40 GMT -5
Tumblestep nodded slowly in response to his words. "You're right... I want to make sure they're fed before all so we don't... Well so they stay strong and healthy..." She dipped her head slightly as she spoke, a shiver running through her small form. Tumblestep had been worried by all these dissapearances... Her beloved mentor had been one of such... They had all just assumed he went to live with StarClan... Oh how she hoped and prayed that was the case. (I think he did anyway... Lol been too long.) She sighed slightly. And yet her gentle eyes moved over Shrubwhisker, and then glanced back to the Warrior's den where she knew Rosethorn had been last. She couldn't lose these two as well... She wouldn't. She would smile warmly to Shrubwhisker as he too snapped out of his troubling thoughts, and she would raise her mood as well, her tail rising as a physical sign.
She smiled and nodded as she heard his words and felt joy rush into her paws. She loved hunting with Shrubwhisker, despite his consistant jabs about her loud paws... Though she hadn't been all that in tune with what was going on around her... Heck she didn't know if he still teased her regularly or not... But she smiled to him and nodded, watching as he grabbed the vole, and she would wander over closer to the Warrior's den so that they weren't eating right in front of the Fresh Kill pile. She would nod, her eyes warm as he pushed the prey toward her. She would then take a small bite from it and chew thoughtfully as she sat near him. "Alright. Sounds great. We'll bring in so much prey ThunderClan won't know what to do with it all..." She smiled and nodded, some of that Apprentice spirit seeping back into her words.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jan 20, 2010 15:30:42 GMT -5
...S tumbleknot:.OOC; *LOL* I hope you don't mind me joining in xD I'm just assuming there's something going on between Tumblestep and Shrubwhisker, so um...yeah. ^_^' .: The sky was a periwinkle blue today, and the ground colorfully dappled with leaves. It won't be long before they shrivel up with the coming of snow, though, so Stumbleknot paused to take in the vivid scenery of leaf-fall. Then, all at once, a ruffled wind winded through the trees, and the kaleidoscope of colors changed once more.
Purring, the warrior turned around from the view and tenderly climbed down from the stray rock, heading back to camp. There wasn't much to do when you weren't in a patrol or anything. So, he bounded through the thrushes, and made a leap into the clearing. Chit-chatter ringed through the air as cat scents mixed with the smell of fresh-kill. Fresh-kill, Stumbleknot thought. It was sunhigh (ooc: I'm assuming so, anyway xD) and he hadn't eaten since dawn-patrol! With a flick of a tail, the brown tom stepped to the fresh-kill pile, picking up fragment's of Shrubwhisker and Tumblestep's conversation along the way. "Those silly cats," he chuckled quietly to himself, seeming to notice their relationship, but actually quite oblivious to it, "It's mews, chortles and chatter all day for them." Mellowly, the warrior sniffed away at the fresh pile of prey, and picked a plump vole Tumblestep had just got. Squatting close by the pair, he took a couple bites. [/blockquote]
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Post by Silver on Feb 1, 2010 20:50:00 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker felt himself feel lighter as he crunched on the vole. He kneaded the ground, eying Stumbleknot as the deputy approached. He nodded at the older warrior, unconsciously avoiding eye contact. Idly, he noticed Stumbleknot pluck up the other vole before turning his attention back to Tumblestep. "So where should we hunt? Do you want to head out towards where ever you caught all this," he flicked his tail-tip, indicating the fresh kill pile, fuller now than it had been in moons. "Or do you want to try somewhere else? I wouldn't be surprised if you had caught everything there was to be found in the forest!" he chuckled. Briefly, he imagined how it would be like, just the two of them hunting. He could see Tumblestep, stalking her prey with an uncharacteristic grace as the pale Leaf-bare sun dappled her pelt... He shook his head to clear the image, licking his paw to hide his mild embarrassment.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Feb 3, 2010 16:23:01 GMT -5
...S tumbleknot:.OOC; Yay! This one's big :3 .: As all of us know, eavesdropping is a funny, if not rude, thing to do, since at the very moment you eavesdrop, you turn into a trojan horse that claims to do one thing, but serves a completely different purpose. It is also a rather amusing hobby for many, and alas, Stumbleknot is one of them - or at least for this sunhigh. Taking a small nibble at his vole, careful not to finish before the couple was finished chatting, the deputy closed in on the pair, listening with intent eyes.
"Alright. Sounds great. We'll bring in so much prey ThunderClan won't know what to do with it all..." Tumblestep mewed thoughtfully. Stumbleknot could tell she was remniscing back to apprentice days.
"So where should we hunt? Do you want to head out towards wherever you caught all this?" responded Shrubwhisker. From the corner of his eye, Stumbleknot could see the tom flicking his tail toward the fresh-kill pile for emphasis. The deputy couldn't help but to let out a mrrow of amusement over Tumblestep's hunt.
To cover it up, he quickly mewed, "Gee, that Spottedstorm has a mind of her own, lately -- now she's the one Duskstar should be reckoning with, not RiverClan." But as he spoke, the brown warrior couldn't help but to have worry show in his tone. Whether it was the sudden alleigance (which he had tried his best to be accommodating, but reasonable with) or Spottedstorm's behavior that pawed at him, Stumbleknot didn't know.
Shrubwhisker continued, "Or do you want to try someplace else? I wouldn't be surprised if you caught everything that was to be found in the forest!"
At this remark, Stumbleknot just sighed, and took a slightly bigger bit out of his fresh-kill than the last. Would if Shrubwhisker was right? At the height of leaf-bare, the worst thing that could happen is for the prey to all disappeared, never to be found until the clan perishes. If only the deputy shared his brother's optmitism. Harejump was so positive all the time, he put the whole nursery in high hopes during the harsh battle with greencough as an apprentice. It was the same leaf-bare that killed Dovekit and Bramblekit - and Brighttail almost died along with them. The scornful memories made Stumbleknot shudder. Was this leaf-bare going to be just as bad? [/blockquote]
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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 8, 2010 23:29:32 GMT -5
Tumblestep would grin brightly as she nibbled a few bites of the vole, content with just a small portion as she heard Shrubwhisker's words. She would nod a bit and think some, glancing around them briefly. She saw Stumbleknot not far off from them and would smile warmly to him, dippng her head a little bit, to show she had noticed him, but she would look back to Shrubwhisker with a murr of embarrased amusement. "Oh no no no... I could never do that... I know I didn't catch all of it, like three mice got away from me... I caught the mice in the forest and the voles off by the frozen stream... Maybe we should check Sunning Rocks?"
Tumblestep would tilt her head a little to see what he thought, only to see him gazing her way before looking away embarrasedly. She dipped her head shyly but then grinned, playfully nudging him with her muzzle. "What are you thinking about you silly tom? It's surely not about hunting..." She grinned a bit and flicked his shoulder with her bushy tail in a good natured manner before looking up again to Stumbleknot, and dip her head respectfully. "Hey Stumbelknot... You want to come hunting with us?"
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Feb 9, 2010 17:50:14 GMT -5
...S tumbleknot:..: Mmm... The vole was truely delicious. Stumbleknot opened his mouth to comment, but Tumblestep spoke first.
"Hey, Stumbleknot...You want to come hunting with us?" she asked.
The deputy blinked in surprise. He didn't see that coming. Those lil' cats! he thought with a chuckle, and mewed in reply, "Well, I can't see why not. ThunderClan will be in need of fresh-kill as the snow piles up." Then, the tom thought sadly, ...And more cats. Cats are bound to die soon. They do every leaf-bare...But I do so hope my kin won't be one of them, but with a brighter idea, he told himself in his head, Ahh...but with couples like 'em, kits'll be tumbling around in no time!
Giving the finishing bites to his sun-high meal, the brown tom got up, licked his lips with a satisfying smile and buried the remain of the prey. Padding toward the pair, he mewed, "Let's get going!" and automatically began pondering on which part of the forest should they begin. [/blockquote]
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Post by Silver on Feb 9, 2010 20:11:14 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker felt his ears burn as Tumblestep noticed his thoughtful gaze and embarrassed reaction, correctly guessing that his mind was not on the hunt ahead. He was saved from answering her when Stumbleknot muttered something to himself, and Tumblestep responded by offering to add him to the hunting party. Shrubwhisker was too grateful for the distraction to really feel bad about not hunting alone with Tumblestep. Rising to his paws, the dark brown tom stretched out luxuriously before burying their meal. Stumbleknot had already disposed off his meal, and now stood before them, eager to being. Feeling shy again, Shrubwhisker patiently waited for Tumblestep, half assuming his regular position half a step behind Stumbleknot, who would probably take lead, his tail curling and uncurling slowly, rhythmically. He spotted Rosethorn slip out from the warriors den, and briefly thought of asking her to join them, but she vanished into the elder's den.
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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 10, 2010 0:43:53 GMT -5
Tumblestep would smile brightly and sweetly to Stumbleknot as her gaze focused on his. She knew how Shrubwhisker was and how shy he would be when she pointed out how his mind was not at the task at hand. And she had also learned how to gently dodge his sheepishness by changing the subject, or somehow taking all notice off the tom. Quite the skillfull little she-cat she was... But she would cast a knowing, but gentle smile toward Shrubwhisker as she awaited Stumbleknot's reply. Oh... And if he verbally said anything about these two being a couple, Tumblestep would stubbornly proclaim that there was nothing going on between them... Just as she had when they were Apprentices... She had no clue that Shrubwhisker may hold the same feelings for her as she held for him...
But she would grin brightly, returning her gaze to Stumbleknot as he answered in the affirmative. She would nod, leaping to her paws and helping to quickly bury the prey, grinning shyly as she bumped Shrubwhisker on accident. She would giggle silently for a moment before meeting Shrubwhisker's gaze for a moment. Well... A few moments. Stumbleknot's voice rang out to say that they should get going, and she would imediately blink a few times, and wince a little, before looking to Stumbleknot with those bright eyes. "Alright! Stumbleknot... I thought we could go try the Sunning rocks... Maybe something would be there... What do you think?" She would ask this, but waste no time making her way toward the entrance of the camp. She had no intention of leading Stumbleknot, but she would wait until they were out to begin following him.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Feb 10, 2010 10:57:59 GMT -5
...S tumbleknot:..: Stumbleknot knew when not to provoke a cat, which is one of the good things about him. Alas, he can't do it the other way around. When the time comes that he needs to interfere, Stumbleknot just never knows - he either doesn't feel the need, or is just totally oblivious. But in this case, he did notice Shrubwhisker's tail uncurling and his nervous vibe, and decided it'd be best not to get into his fur.
Tumblestep gave Shrubwhisker a wide grin before turning to Stumbleknot with a nod. The deputy pondered as she gave her suggestion about the sunningrocks.
"That would do just fine," he purred, licking his paw, "We're off then!"
The deputy flicked his tail, and padded into the forest, glancing back to see if Tumblestep and Shrubwhisker were following closely behind. [/blockquote]
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