Let's Have A Feast

[kittycatburmise]

Event [#event]

Doeflame

Oops. Turns out she wasn't allowed on the Grimpeak. Rookfire took no time in scolding her, and Doeflame shrugged in an apologetic motion. "Sorry." In truth, she didn't really care, but she liked her pelt intact. Now she just had to hope the Enforcer was kind enough to keep the offence to himself. It wasn't bad enough for a punishment, right? She hadn't failed a patrol or broken any actual rules, just an unspoken one. But she still didn't want to risk it, not with Dawnstar's unborn kits making her even more irritable than usual.

Shrugging off the incident, Doeflame grinned at Tuftedtusk as he approached. "Hello, brother," she said, mimicking his words. Then another tom- Owltalon or Owlthroat, she thought- came up to them, pressing into Tuftedtusk's side. "Yep, I'm her sister," she confirmed. "Surprising, I know. We're very different. For one, Tuftedtusk can follow rules, and as you can see, I can't." The warrior would have seen Rookfire's rebuking of her actions; there was no purpose trying to hide it, so she made a point of it.

Doeflame glanced at the cats who had gathered. There weren't as many as she had hoped, but she was getting impatient. She'd have to settle with the cats already here. With one last moment to see if anyone else was coming, Doeflame turned to the small crowd gathered before her. "All got your prey? If so, let's head off!" Picking up the two mice by her paws, Doeflame padded through the exit.

It felt good to be in the territory again. She hadn't been out since ShadowClan had moved camps, and her legs had been itching to move freely. Doeflame moved quickly, bounding for some parts of the trip. The pines stretched far into the distance; the only cats anywhere nearby was the group she was leading. She could go anywhere in this territory, with no-one to stop her. But eventually she did come to a halt, in a sunny spot with sparse trees. They were here.

Usually, if given free choice, Doeflame would have chosen Darkwater Mire or some other swampy area. She loved the feel of mud on her legs, of splashing through the substance and rolling in it and doing whatever she liked in it. But it wouldn't be the best terrain for a picnic; the prey would get soggy and covered in mud. So she had chosen a drier spot.

Settling down, Doeflame tore into one of the mice she had brought. It tasted delicious, and before long it was nothing more than bones. She was sure her clanmates would be devouring their prey just as rapidly. After all, the point of a picnic- other than to socialise- was to eat.

 

@Aroogi @Daragca @alec @gs29513 @Minkuu @Tallstar

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T1
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat nodded at both Doeflame and Tuftedtusk with a grin before turning to face his brother. Picking up his prey and starting a brisk trot. Spending time with his new mate would be good, a chance to connect and not get into one of his usual foul moods. Tuftedtusk made him soft, but he couldn’t say no.

”Sticky situation?” The tom snorted, ”Who’ve you made an enemy of now, I thought that was my game.” Owlthroat teased him, flickering a tail over Flytail’s face. He didn’t know if he could be bothered with something to sour his mind. Not exactly the most stable, flickering from this emotion to that. But he didn’t want to be seen as cruel deep down, but it was so intertwined with his nature it became hard to separate the two.

Maybe one day, he’d be kinder.

Unlikely.

[​​ @Aroogi @Tallstar @kittycatburmise ]

[Aroogi]

°•○◇ TUFTEDTUSK ◇○•°
He/Him • Enforcer • 30M • ShC
A large marbled tabby tom with large tusk-like teeth

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The marbled tom followed Owlthroat, keeping close to his mate as they weaved between the trees. He let out a snort as the two brothers bantered, but staying out of it. It wasn't his place to be in their conversation.

Once they reached the sunny clearing, the tom would go lay a ways off in a patch of soft moss, motioning Owlthroat over. He would wait for the white and black tom eagerly, a wide and happy grin on his face.

[ @Tallstar (flytail mention) @Daragca ]

[Tallstar]

Flytail
39 Moons
He/him
Flytail grimaced of course his brother wouldn't understand this could wreck his entire future any hope for becoming an enforcer seemed almost to be snatched away he narrowed his eyes "Im not joking okay, I saved stonelight from a hawk but I went out alone..I heard the screams while I was in the dirtplace..Sleppysunrise and a few other cats came in and saw me trying to help her somehow a kit got there as well it was a mess. I was told to talk to Dawnstar but I know she's going to claw my ears off" he says while looking towards the sky he hated this situation he was meant to be the clever one but he let his heart get in the way.

Before he continued he noticed Tuftedtusk he stopped in his tracks and looked back at his brother. The gears in his mind turned they had been close when he saw them from afar "Are you two together?" he asked while trying to keep calm

@Aroogi
@Daragca

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T1
The Dancing Bird

Maybe this was more serious than he initially thought. His face darkened slightly before focus glinted into his eyes. ”You MOUSEBRAIN, stay humble when you talk to her and don’t disagree with a word she says.” Dawnstar was well and truly one to keep a wide berth of at the moment. Pregnant and alight with rage.

”You best grovel Fly or pay the price.” His words felt lumpy in his mouth and he nodded vaguely at the question of his new mate. He wasn’t sure what he’d do exactly if Flytail was ripped to shreds, not a pleasant thought. Owlthroat would be a state without him to keep him in check, to watch his behind.

”I’m done with this conversation, you sort your mess out, come see me after if you’re still alive.” Hissing with clenched teeth, claws flexing. Not wanting to make a scene in front of Tuftedtusk. Anger seeped through his body, he expected better from Flytail, anger at the thought of loosing his oldest friend and brother to the ridiculous beast that they called leader.

With a sick shake of his head he trotted away, he’d speak to him once he’d cooled down. Hoping the companionship of Tuftedtusk would ease a now soured trip out.

[​​ @Aroogi @Tallstar ]

[Aroogi]

°•○◇ TUFTEDTUSK ◇○•°
He/Him • Enforcer • 30M • ShC
A large marbled tabby tom with large tusk-like teeth

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Tuftedtusk frowned as Owlthroat trotted over. He knew his mate well enough now. He couldn't hide his anger from the marbled tabby. Placing his tail on his mate's back, he would begin to groom him, hoping to calm him.

"Not the best conversation with your brother, hm?" He murmured softly, "Just take a deep breath and share this prey with me, okay, love?"

Looking up, he would narrow his eyes at Flytail, curling his tail protectively around Owl. They may be siblings.. but no one would hurt, upset or anger his love on his watch.

[ @Tallstar [flytail mention], @Daragca ]

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat felt himself relax at Tuftedtusk’s gentle touch. He began to tuck into the prey in front of him, ”For such a clever cat Flytail can get himself into some trouble, worse than me.” He found himself chuckling as the tension eased up.

”Anyway, forget about it love. How’ve you been?” The purr rumbled deeply in his throat as he pushed some prey in his mate’s direction.

[​​ @Aroogi ]

[kittycatburmise]

Doeflame

Doeflame had taken to grooming herself, her head bobbing rhythmically as she ran her tounge down her pelt in long, luxurious licks. She heard the commotion between Owlthroat and Flytail, and then Tuftedtusk's comfort of the former. She made a mental note to tease him about his relationship with the tom later; she didn't really feel like it currently. He was safe for now.

Soon enough she had finished washing. Her other mouse was still near her, but she didn't feel like eating it right now. She wanted something else. Her eyes roamed over the clearing they were in before settling on one of the bushes that edged it. Ripe, juicy-looking berries hung from its branches, making saliva start to fill her mouth. She had found the food she wanted.

Laboriously heaving herself to her paws, Doeflame padded over to it and pulled a berry off the plant. She knew this was a bad idea; she had no idea if this thing was poisonous. It didn't look like it, and her instincts weren't screaming at her to stop, but it was still ridiculously dangerous. But Doeflame had never been one for caution, so she bit a tiny piece off the berry and swallowed. A piece so small shouldn't kill her, right?

And after a minute, she didn't feel any adverse effects. Doeflame didn't know how long it took for poison to take effect, but this was a good sign, right? "Hey!" she called at the feasting cats (although they didn't seem to be actually eating anything). "Anyone want some berries? They're yummy! And, bonus, not poisonous! I think."