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Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 8, 2018 20:49:22 GMT -5
The tom trotted into camp. His steps light and quick, gaiting himself as if he wanted to show off. After all, his pelt was clean and smooth considering what he had been doing outside the camps walls. He carried a rabbit in his mouth, mottled in brown and white. Its undoing being that it had started transitioning to its winter colours too late. For him though, the white that was beginning to take over his pelt served him no issues. Placing the rabbit on the fresh-kill pile he settled down with his back against one of the large boulders that made up the guard posts. Stretching his legs out against the ground he sighed, letting himself close his eyes just for relaxings sake.
Crowcacophony entered camp in a less lively manner. She had spent all morning training her apprentice to scale cliff sides, which in retrospect had been a bad idea. The calico warrior had good intentions though, as with the restructuring of the clan there was no longer a rescue team. So she had tried to teach her some of those same skills in addition to the regular warrior skills. That meant twice the amount a training an apprentice should have. Without giving attention to Sweetpine she sat down against the boulder, using the cool stone on her aching muscles.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 8, 2018 21:04:44 GMT -5
He lifted a half-lid, giving a lazy winking appearance. He scanned over the area about him, finding that another cat had taken place of what was nothing before. He opened his other eye, still giving a sleepy look that Sweetpine managed to carry about him almost all the time. He bobbed his head a bit, tail flicking with curiosity, "Had some fun?"
She let out an undignified snort, “I suppose you could call it that. I’m just trying to prepare Guavapaw to survive in a clan with out a recuse team for emergencies.” So she might be venting a bit and possibly angering either the gods or her leader. The environment offered avalanches, blizzards, and a variety of other disasters. Yet she let out a huff and tried to relax. No amount of complaining could change reality. Not that it stopped her from doing, it just kept her from complaining all the time. “Had any excitement yourself?” The fur around her neck fluffed as she rolled herself back and let them drop.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 8, 2018 22:24:06 GMT -5
"Ahh, yes..." he mused, watching her with humour in his eyes. He understood that many things had changed since he developed his knowledge of the clan. "I caught a rabbit today," he flicked his tail in the direction of the fresh-kill pile. He stretched his toes, spreading them out and unsheathing his claws before resting himself again. "I may go out again later. Not sure." He shrugged.
Crowcacophony nodded, "We only scared the prey away, I would dare to say we saw nothing out there." her eyes closed as she warmed up slightly to the tom. She was a poor clanmate in the sense she did not always socialize or even come off as pleasant most of the time. It did not help that tensions were rising as a whole in the forest, so she was bordering on standoffish at the moment. "I'm just glad I gave my apprentice the afternoon off, I may have the chance to complete something without explaining every action." Though her words were a tad negative, she spoke in a playful tone. She did enjoy passing on whatever knowledge she had accumulated, even if it meant repeating herself five different times.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 9, 2018 0:27:23 GMT -5
He chuckled, knowing all too well how the apprentices liked to listen. "They are a blessing and a curse." He hadn't even thought of apprentices lately, as he had yet to receive his first, but he decided he should visit them later on. He would have to get to know more than just Leatherstar eventually. He didn't even know this she-cat too much. "You have a knack for climbing I take it?" he asked, tipping his head.
She nodded, her WaterClan father had given her the powerful legs of the aquatic cats. In a frigid environment she had no use for swimming and instead figured out how to use them to climb her rocky home. “I would like to think so, though I have been known to be a bit reckless and fall at times.” She shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact she was often saved just by the fluffy thick layer of snow and a knack landing on her feet. The broad figures of the average WinterClan cat tended no to mix overly well with nimble tasks like climbing. Yet Crowcacophony was persistent on teaching it to her apprentices, regardless of well they succeeded. After all one never knew when they needed to scale a tree to escape a peril.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 9, 2018 1:34:38 GMT -5
"Fair enough," he mewed, rubbing a paw over his nose, "I've never tried. I prefer my feet on the ground. Or, the flat ground at least." He gave a smile. "Hungry at all? No one's taken the fluffy thing from before," he motioned, his tail tip curling as it rapped against the floor.
