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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Apr 14, 2012 18:59:04 GMT -5
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It was a cool Newleaf evening, and Briar-rose had finished her duties for the day and had left the camp for a break. Trotting away from the camp and towards the ThunderClan border, she let her paws guide her to the stream. Often she came here, finding the setting peaceful and relaxing after a long day caring for her clan. Climbing the slope she could feel the gentle pull of her muscles, and the gentle curving of her body that marked her as a WindClan cat.
Upon reaching her destination, the she-cat climbed on a fallen log that perched across the water, but didn't lean far enough that she'd be trespassing onto ThunderClan territory. Looking down onto the flowing water, as it rushed into the lake, she could see the shadows of the fish that RiverClan thrived on so well.
A breeze stirred on the wind, blowing smells of horsetail and marigold from the West. Faintly she could smell her clan and RiverClan. Their disgusting fishy rank could be smelt in the mountains, she reckoned. I wonder what Sparrowtail is up too? She and the medicine cat had been friends since they were both young and had always gotten on really well. Their personalities complimented each other, and Briar-rose had found herself dependent on their friendship. Sitting there, her claws gripping the slippery bark of the mossy tree, she looked back towards WindClan as she faintly caught a scent of Sparrowtail. Where was he?
Talking
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Post by rivaxorus on Apr 14, 2012 19:13:59 GMT -5
Sparrowtail
The crisp night air felt excellent against the medicine cats fur. A night like this was perfect, and him sitting at his mothers grave on top of a grassy hill just made everything that much better. The tom raised his head to the wind as he heard the silent rustle of the tall grass waving, like the ripples across water the view from here was excellent, not to mention something a cat could never look at the same with the sun out. Sparrowtail hated the day for some reason, it had just turned out that way, that his wonders came out during the moon. The medicine cat looked over to his side, watching the distant forest of the other territories. His blue eyes adjusted in the moonlight as he stood up finally flicking his tail, as a couple of fireflies flew across the fields. He smiled at them as they passed, but the way the wind blew, he scented the familiar Briar-rose.
Everyone knew about when his mother died it had been from a fox, he hadn't told anyone the truth since it happened, because he didn't like talking about it. The tom turned around and flicked his tail. Maybe she wanted to hang out or something? Sparrowtail could use some venting to a little bit. The days of peace hadn't just fallen upon them, it had seemed it was an omen that something bad was going to come. The tom walked down the hill, until he could see the she-cat, she was not far off, but enough to where he really didn't want to walk, though he did anyway. His long paws carried him over to the she-cat as he greeted her with a smile.
"Why are you out so late Brair-rose, I would have thought you'd be getting ready for bed." The tom noted, in his same soft tone of voice as always. Although, it never had it's same bored tone when he was around her alone. He never ceased to amaze himself how even around her, his words were chosen carefully, and when around others, he never spoke at all, he spoke with his tail which most of them had adapted to understanding.
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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Apr 17, 2012 20:10:45 GMT -5
B r i a r -- r o s e
The lithe bengal she-cat had been sitting on a log overhanging the territory line between ThunderClan and WindClan. She hadn't smelt or heard the approach of Sparrowtail, and jerked around to face him once he spoke. Why are you out so late Brair-rose, I would have thought you'd be getting ready for bed.' Turning her green eyes on her friend, she let out a purr and then gestured with her tail at the scene before them as she began to speak.
"I should be getting ready for bed, yes. But I just needed to, I don't know... get away. I needed a break. This just happens to be one of the most peaceful places in the whole territory." Looking away from her friend, she let her eyes wander across the border again, and back up her clan's moor.
Turning back to Sparrowtail, she opened her mouth to speak and shut it again. She didn't want to turn the conversation there tonight. Deciding that she probably needed to say something without looking so stupid, she began to speak again. "Why are you out so late, gathering herbs by the moonlight?" She asked teasingly.
Flexing her muscles the she-cat padded off to the edge of the log and lept off, landing on the soft moor ground with a thump. Pointing with her tail, she mewed, "There's a good clump of marigold over here if you hadn't noticed."
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Post by rivaxorus on Apr 30, 2012 2:09:11 GMT -5
Sparrowtail
Briar-rose should have known better that the medicine cat was more active during the night rather then the day time. Yet, there was no point in hiding it was there, wasn't like there was anything wrong with a cat visiting his mothers grave. After all, she had died right before his apprentice ceremony, so he was only a kit back then. Though he had amazing photographic memory considering he remembers every night where his mothers grave was. Sparrowtail flicked his tail with the sadness that welled up inside of him when he thought about it. He knew his father killer her, and nobody else did, though keeping it to himself may have bottled up so many other things he never blurted out, but the majority of it was the importance of the clan to him. Sparrowtail followed the she-cat sitting beside her as he looked over at Silverpelt. "Actually, I was visiting my mothers grave." The tom stated, his smile was somehow, empty in a sense, but it wasn't a fake one either.
Sparrowtail had a connection with Starclan he never knew he would ever have, even as a medicine cat. Somehow, he believed he could read the stars in some way. The Siamese tom was short, he was small, but the smart lazy seeming tom had his reasons for everything. The slight sound of the crickets pulled him up, for the silence was almost a ringing bell for disaster. Even though Sparrowtail should consult his leader first, it just seemed like he and the leader never had the relationship that a medicine cat and a leader should have. "I'll keep the herbs in mind though, the more, the better. I'll collect some before the sun comes up" Sparrowtail looked over to the side as a small firefly flew over to him, landing on his nose.
"How have things been going with you?" Sparrowtail asked out of the blue. It was a better conversation starter then his mothers grave after all. Whenever he said something about it, cats would respond with 'Oh Sorry I brought it up' Or somewhere along those lines at least. Sparrowtail was sick and tired of it, but only because he chose to hide the truth from everyone in the end. What happened in the past, should stay in the past as it sounded.
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