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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Mar 1, 2012 22:23:30 GMT -5
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The pretty she-cat had been the first warrior awake, and as she pushed out of her nest and into the clearing she felt strangely giddy. Everything seems so funny, she thought with a purr. Looking around the camp she wondered when someone else would wake up and if something they said or did would make her stop wanting to choke in her own laughter.
As she glanced over towards the fresh-kill pile and back towards the nursery and felt a familiar pang of longing. She still wanted kits, Briar-rose had always wanted to be a mother. Looking back towards the warriors den she wondered if she'd ever find a tom to love.
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Post by reason on Mar 2, 2012 10:51:10 GMT -5
Swiftstar padded out of den with a lazy gait, a content smile on his maw. Swiftstar loved sleeping, he had a very particular sleeping habit and if he woke too soon or fell asleep too late he tended to get grumpy. But last night he had the best sleep he had in a long time.
The black tom stretched luxuriously, his supple build flexing, clearly showing off his muscled limbs. Finally parting his jaws in a wide yawn, Swiftstar straightened once more and glanced around camp for someone to talk to. That usual gnawing feeling of loneliness was clawing slowly at his insides, despite the fact that there were cats only a few paw steps away. His mismatched eyes high lighted on the familiar form of Briar-rose. His tail lifted hopefully as he trotted towards the WindClan she cat.
"Good morning Briar-rose! Did you sleep well?" He asked happily, running his tail gently over the she cat's side. Swiftstar's "touchy-feel" affection he held for his clan mates was usually shown through these little touches. They had become the norm in WindClan, once everyone got used to Swiftstar's touches it had become a daily thing in the clan.
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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Mar 2, 2012 20:54:53 GMT -5
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The tan she-cat turned as she heard her leader emerge. As he trotted over to her, Briar-rose felt a purr rumble gently in her throat. Has he brushed his tail gently along her side, she felt her pelt warm in a gentle blush. It's just Swiftstar, he's like this with everyone. Get out of your head, and act normal. Mentally she was scolding herself and didn't realize that a heartbeat had passed before she remembered to reply.
"Fine, and based on your cheerful mood I'd guess you slept well to?" She mewed with a gentle tease. Flicking her own tail across his ear. She turned away and glanced around the camp. "Hungry? Want to share a rabbit?"she asked causally. As she said the word rabbit she felt her belly rumble. The she-cat felt as if she could eat the whole rabbit but then she's be to fat to chase more, or watch out for enemy patrols.
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Post by reason on Mar 5, 2012 18:00:02 GMT -5
Swiftstar just gave the she cat a sheepish grin. "Am I really that obvious?" He meowed jokingly. The tom let out a soft purr when the she cat flicked his ear, his grin turning soft. Swiftstar regarded the younger she cat fondly for a moment before nodding his head. "I would be honored to share a rabbit with such a fine warrior of WindClan." He meowed dramatically. The leader wrapped one paw around a brown rabbit on the very top of the fresh kill pile and pulled it closer to Briar-rose and himself.
His bi-coloured gaze lingered on the fresh kill pile critically. "If you are up for it, you are more than welcome to join me for a hunt later." Swiftstar offered hopefully. It was shaping up to be a quiet day and if he left his deputy with a few instructions he would be free for the majority of the day.
The black tom gestured at the fresh kill pile next to them. "We are running rather low on food. Soon enough WindClan will become known for their large eating habits!" Swiftstar paused, cocking his head to the side. "Then again I'm sure we use twice as much energy as other any clan. With our running around our territory all day chasing such fast prey as rabbits." He mused to himself, absentmindedly offering the rabbit to Briar-rose first.
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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Mar 7, 2012 17:39:53 GMT -5
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With a purr the she-cat she-cat replied teasingly, "Swiftstar I can read you like a two-leg." As he pulled down the rabbit, the slender she-cat sat patiently. When her leader asked her to hunt with him, she felt her heart swell with pride. Her leader wanted to hunt with her! "Of course, I'll hunt wiht you, Swiftstar. I'd love too." Gingerly she took a bite out of the rabbit purring as he joked so relaxedly. She pushed it back towards him, for his first bite. "The other clans get so fat because all they do is lay around. Which is why WindClan is better." She joked with a purr.
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Post by reason on Mar 8, 2012 12:02:51 GMT -5
Swiftstar smiled softly at Briar-rose's enthusiasm. He was proud to call himself leader of a clan, but even more proud to call these cats his clanmates. He wondered if other leaders thought of their clanmates like family. Or maybe he was just odd like that? Shaking his thoughts away, Swiftstar took a large bite from the rabbit and tilted his ears in Briar-rose' direction as she spoke. Swiftstar started laughing at her words, but quickly turned to choking. Coughing harshly to get the rabbit out of his lungs he gave Briar-rose a smile and waved a paw to show he was alright.
Catching his breath, Swiftstar turned back to Briar-rose. "That we are Briar-rose! All thanks to great clan mates like you!" He wheezed out, his throat sore from coughing so much. He grimaced slightly. "Look at what you did. Your jokes are going to be the death of me." Swiftstar meowed teasingly. "Maybe while we are out there we can find some honey." He meowed thoughtfully, remembering the thick, soothing liquid from his kithood. He had once had a sore throat so the medicine cat had given him honey for his throat. Swiftstar had loved the stuff so faked a sore throat a moon later just to get some more honey.
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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Mar 13, 2012 9:56:45 GMT -5
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Flicking her tail in amusement as her leader laughed at her jokes, the expression on her face quickly turned to worry when he began choking. Once he waved his paw to show is was alright, she let out a breath she didn't realize that she was holding. He went on to mention honey, and her mind went back to her kithood when she had gotten into the medicine cat stores and gotten into the honey. The sticky liquid was so sweet and she had ate so much that she ended up bouncing around the camp until she got a belly-ache.
Taking another bite of the rabbit, she chewed it slowly and said, "The honey would be nice, and I'll bet the kits would enjoy a comb. One though, I think. I don't think the queens would thank us for giving them a lot." Flicking her tail she glanced at Swiftstar the memory alit in her eyes. He was just a warrior then, and she could be that he remembered.
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Post by rivaxorus on Mar 22, 2012 23:14:05 GMT -5
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Sparrowtail would have slept through the entire day if one of the apprentices hadn't woken him up to be given poppy seeds. The tom had hurt his shoulder hunting when he literally ate dirt as to say. The medicine cat warned the apprentice not to get addicted to the herb, because it would make him unable to do his regular duties. Sparrowtail yawned after the event, heading into the clearing to grab something to eat. There was no harm in that was there? The tom flicked his tail, he was only about the size of an apprentice himself, being a runt. He was lucky to survive himself, his siblings were stillborn, after his mother was murdered he seemed to have no family but Brair-rose left. Of course, he hadn't told anyone his mother was killed by another cat, as far as they were concerned she was victim to a fox attack. Sparrowtail stretched before walking further, where he spotted his leader and Brair-rose sharing a piece of fresh kill. Although his eyes scanned over he flicked his tail in a circular motion before grabbing a small mouse from the pile and heading over to join the two. He plopped down on the ground he smiled at the two and gave the leader a slight nod. He wasn't one who spoke much, and Brair-rose would know that better then anyone, although he spoke more around her alone then any other cat since his mentor died a peaceful death.
He was still half asleep, but otherwise he could do things if asked. Sparrowtail wasn't the most active cat in the clan, he was more of a night stalker then anything else. Although, his clan meant everything to him, and starclan guided his path along the way. Sparrowtail bite into the mouse and ate in silence, yet he listened out for anything that the other two would say to him, or each other for that fact. His blue eyes fluttered, it seemed so quiet these days, so much to the point where it almost bothered him. Sparrowtail hated the silence, although, he hated fighting as well. His very small build wouldn't count for much if he were a warrior. Although he had set out on his own path when deciding to be a medicine cat. His tail sat at his side, showing no sign of moving, it was strange and interesting at the same time how he talked with his tail. Simple sign language because he didn't use his voice much to those he was distant against, even the leader. Brair-rose was about the only cat left he really did speak to constantly, if she was helping him gather herbs or otherwise.
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Post by reason on Mar 29, 2012 17:09:44 GMT -5
Swiftstar laughed at Briar-rose's words. Oh yes, the kits would worship them if they brought them some honey. If the kits in the nursery were anything like Swiftstar was when he was that age, then they would be hyped up on honey before the sun set. "I'm sure the kits would love it if we brought them some honey, but I am not so sure the Queens will love us as much." He agreed, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "After all, they would be the ones having to deal with hyper kits for the rest of the day."
Swiftstar paused for a moment to think about that scenario. Brook-kit on honey... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all? Swiftstar thought to himself. Brook-kit on a good day was more than enough, but a Brook-kit on honey? The mere thought was enough to make Swiftstar cringe.
"Speaking of hyper kits." He meowed suddenly, vaguely recalling an image from his warriorhood. He gave Briar-rose an all-knowing smile. Swiftstar was a few moons older than Briar-rose but he could remember a particular incident where the spotted she cat had gotten into some of the medicine cat's honey. "If I remember correctly, I was not the only young cat that got addicted to honey." He meowed teasingly, poking the WindClan warrior with his black tail.
Just then the leader caught sight of Sparrowtail, the WindClan medicine cat. Swiftstar sent Sparrowtail a sunny smile in exchange for his nod. Swiftstar wasn't close to Sparrowtail. He had never had the opportunity to be in the medicine cat den for injuries. Unlike his brother who was always in the medicine cat den for one injury or another. After Galestorm took on his brother's role he was always wary of the medicine cats. Swiftstar was always scared that they would recognize him as Galestorm rather than Swiftleaf.
Shaking off his worries, the WindClan leader greeted the medicine cat with a cheery wave of the tail. "Hello Sparrowtail! Briar-rose and I were just considering what the queens would do to us if we gave the kits honey." Swiftstar summarized for the other tom. He paused to consider his earlier thoughts and threw them in as an after thought.
"That also might mean I have to deal with a hyper Brook-kit. I don't think any of us want to deal with that." He meowed sagely.
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Post by ' 'Roamer||Avi on Mar 30, 2012 22:53:56 GMT -5
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With a chuckle the spotted she-cat gave Swiftstar a nudge with her shoulder, as her leader addressed Sparrowtail. Turning to her old friend, she trotted over to him letting out a friendly purr. "Morning, Sparrowtail." Letting her mind wander to the thoughts of Brook-kit hyped up on honey.... oh great Staraclan.
Dipping her head to her medicine cat, "Do you need any help with anything today?" She always enjoyed helping Sparrowtail with his medicine cat duties, since they had been friends for such a long time, she had helped him often. She felt that the company helped pass the time, as he picked herbs and it was always good to have a warrior with him... one could never know when another clan was going to attack.
Sitting back on her haunches, the she-cat wrapped her tail carefully around her lean body and blinker her green eyes gently. If she hunted with Swiftstar than helped Sparrowtail, she may be able to squeeze in a training session with Brokenpaw later. Brokenpaw could always come with her. Letting herself think about her apprentice she felt a familiar pang of dissapointment, she felt as if she was letting the young WindClan apprentice down - and that was not a good feeling.
The other warriors in the camp were begining to stir, and she looked around as they began to emerge from their nests. WindClan was strong right now, strong and powerful. That was a good thing, it was also a good thing that she was a warrior here. She felt as if she was an asset here.
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