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{ @Spikes @Fuzzyfeline - I honestly love this story so much, first time doing one with 3 characters at once and it's actually so calming and relaxing in a way. You really get a chance to develop him with more than one mind judging - different perspectives which is so great. || Second are we gonna hit up the medcat or?}
Breezefeather stopped shaking. He didn't know how it would to his clanmates but he was still so damn afraid of that mouse, but he brushed the black tip over Roan's shoulder in acknowledgement, and said, "Thank you for scaring it, but... what if it comes back?" At the amused faces of the others, he was confused, mice are violent didn't they know it? He shook it away and continued on, and as finally the camp was in sight the tom nearly sank to his paws. He sniffed the air, hoping that his kit wasn't anywhere near the camp to see him like this. Her scent didn't seem to be coming from the clan camp and he was relieved. He didn't know how to interact with her, this wounded, hungry and stiff and an emotional mess. He wanted to sink to his paws but he willed himself to stand up. The rock out spring that was to his right brought on bad memories and for the third time that day the tom's eyes turned inward and it was like he could hear her voice again. He whispered, not aware that he was speaking out loud, "I can hear her again..." |
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( @Fuzzyfeline | @Arié Yeah, we probably should. We don't need to rush anyways because Breeze needs to eat first ^^ ) Though he wasn't happy with the lost meal, Breezefeather's reaction to the mouse skirting across the moor was enough to make him smile, even if it seemed inconsiderate. He wondered if the silver tom had ever hunted a mouse before. Did he even eat them? Was he scared of mice because of a bad hunting trip? Roansplash wanted to blurt out his questions, but knew that they were besides the point. He could ask when Breezefeather was digging into a hare in the WindClan camp. "...I guess so. Thanks, Buttercup," he begrudgingly mewed, not sure whether he should be concerned or not with their unspoken alliance, of sorts. Roansplash gave a soft huff at the cream molly's amused statement, though he doubted that she meant to tease. Though snappy at times, she didn't seem very malicious. "If it came back, I'd be bringing it to the fresh-kill pile," he snorted, tail tip twitching slightly. "A mouse is the least of your worries... Unless you're planning on eating one." Hey, Breezefeather needed to eat something, after all! Glad that they weren't stuck by the mouse hole, he steadied himself by Breezefeather, trying to mimic the pace they were at before. His own legs were becoming stiff at this point... He was surprised that the weary tom could still continue. Roansplash's head rose as he saw the camp not too far ahead, and he almost bolted in to give himself some needed tlc. Of course, he soon remembered the ragged pelt that pressed against his own, and kept his pace to the crawl it had been before. He was always quite impatient, which definitely didn't help with his training at all... "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" He exhaled with relief the closer they got to camp, pausing to look at Breezefeather as he spoke. What does he mean? The russet and white tom's ears perked and he practically lost interest in their final goal. "Her voice? Don't tell me you're hallucinating, or something..." Roansplash didn't even know who the voice belonged to, let alone why or how he heard it. |
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' 'you didn't seem like it! You look like the type who'd smother someone with your fur if they sneezed during one of your precious ceremonies' ' she choked with laughter cocking her head back with a prominent smile. ' 'i guess you've also got to consider your the only leader I've ever met- so it's not saying much' ' she added with a playful smirk as her tail tossed and twirled in the air behind her, fidgeting with the eagerness she felt building up in her chest. Despite only having talked to him for around, what like 45 seconds? She'd already felt herself tripping and falling right over him. Much like any other tom who would be easy on the eyes, although now that she thought about it she had always preferred a lean warrior with thin fur but now as she was here she didn't mind it as much. At least not on blazingstar. she let out a mrrow of laughter as he spoke again and sarcasticly rolled her eyes ' 'am i going to have to start mothering you, goodness I couldn't have my leader show up as a ball of fur now could i?' ' she asked with another snort of laughter. |
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[Sorry, i had read it, just never replied] "It's...c-cold" Clawsion slowly thought his mother, warming him up under the shelter of the brambles. "Can we-e go.. go home?" |
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{Open for anybody to reply to :)} Freckleswipe's slender form slipped silently through the intimidatingly tall patch of grass she'd chosen as the perfect place to hide the thrush she'd caught only moments ago. She had internally debated whether or not to return back to camp, delivering the thrush to it's destined place on the freshkill pile but she'd eventually come to the conclusion that she'd rather remain and hunt a little longer. Digging a hole just big enough for the thrush, and just deep enough to mask it's scent, Freckleswipe placed the dead creature down softly before covering it up with the same dirt she'd dug up. The sleek ginger feline then manoeuvred her way out of the tall grass, and into a small clearing of sorts. The somewhat hot sun beat down on her, heating up her small body and making her feel a type of internal warmth, a happiness of sorts, she believed one could only get from the light of the sun. The feline lay down gently, closing her eyes and taking a needed moment to relax; catching that thrush had certainly not been an easy task. The world around her was surprisingly quiet, an odd occurrence in what she considered a rather noisy part of the territory. A gentle breeze past by her, combing through the soft fur of her pelt. She lay there silently, pondering to herself what her next move would be. |
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