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Post by complacentdevil on Oct 1, 2021 23:17:58 GMT -5
While he wasn't necessarily old, Brokenfeather had found himself in the elders den. It was a pretty lonely place considering he was the only one in there. Normally that was. Currently he was shacked up with the medicine cat and some of the queens and their kits. He had never been one for stories. He didn't really have any of his own. The calico was injured fairly early on in life, ending his warrior career with little experience. He chuckled at the thought. He couldn't even keep the kits around entertained. Giving sheepish looks to the queens he slunk from the den, wondering if he could find something to be able to tell a story about out in the new areas to explore that moving camps brought.
How much she'd seen. The amount of years that had passed since she'd been a young kittypet living with her housefolk until her mate Birchshade strutted into her life and urged her into SpringClan singing the praises of being a daylight warrior to her. When really she'd just wanted to spend more time with this interesting tom who had waltzed into her life.
And just as quickly left it after giving her two children.
It had been many, many moons since Birchshade's death, and she lost Coldpaw when Tarantulastar evicted all the Daylight warriors. It was a blessing she still had Inksplash after all these years after losing her mate and her son so quickly.
She'd lived a long and turmulous life.
And what StarClan had truly wanted from her...
But Softpelt couldn't retire, she wasn't tired yet. Though the title of warrior was... ill fitting after having been Fawnheart's partner for so long, and so many other odd jobs before that. It was... awkward to figure out her place within the clan.
Especially after turning away from the destiny StarClan wanted for her.
But this was the path she'd taken, no choice but to walk it now.
She had taken to pacing around outside of camp, and looked up as Brokenfeather emerged from a den. Blinking. "Oh, good evening Brokenfeather, is everything all right?" She asked softly.
Cedarkit, bouncing across camp chasing a fly, tripped over her oversized paws and barreled into Softpelt as she was approaching Brokenfeather. "oops" she mewed sheepishly, backing away and losing sight of the pesky fly. "I'll get you next time!" She hollered into the wind, her voice echoing. Her energy and noise was like no other. Oblivious of the conversation she just rudely interrupted, Cedarkit sat down a tail-length away and licked the dirt out of her paw.
Softpelt let out a purr of bemusement, when Cedarkit bounced her way in. It was good to see that even in the rough times with their home flooded, the kits still played like they always had.
"That's the spirit Cedarkit, every good hunter knows that it is both skill and tenacity that fills the clans bellies. For if you give up too easily, than you'll never get far." The fluffy white she cat noted
Cedarkit grinned at the compliment, relieved to receive that, rather than rebuke for her carelessness like she usually does. "Thanks Softpelt!" She purred, "I'm gonna be the best hunter Springclan has EVER had!" she exclaimed, jumping back to her feet and pouncing at the air.
Post by complacentdevil on Oct 30, 2021 14:24:43 GMT -5
Brokenfeather was about to answer the questions directed at him when the kit took a tumble into the warrior. He chuckled softly, watching the spectacle before him play out. Kits were the lifeblood of the clan, and this one was particularly lively. As if everything that happened in the past moon was just a bad dream. He dipped his head to them both, "I'm doing well Softpelt, and youre well on your way to being a grand hunter," he churred to the kit, flicking the tip of his tail with anticipation for what the young cat might do next.
Softpelt hummed. "I'm glad even with all that's been going on can't forget about caring for each other now." The fluffy white she cat noted with a soft smile. Her focus shifting to see what Cedarkit did next.
Cedarkit beamed with pride at the compliments. She had a pathetic wide smile plastered to her face, as she sat wide eyed staring up at the warriors. It took her a moment to notice that all their attention had turned to her, and she blushed, wiping the smile and looking down at her paws embarrassed. She noticed a slug inching its way along the ground nearby, and instinctively, as she had done hundreds of times in her boredom, she pounced at it, tail wagging high in the air and her little claws out. The bug got hooked on a single claw, and instantly disgusted, she flicked it away, horrified when she noticed it headed in the direction of Brokenfeather and Softpelt.
Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 19:33:32 GMT -5
Brokenfeather watched with interest as the kit pounced on something, wondering what the small she-cat had found. Kits were always creative that way. Finding things that warriors and cats his age could never imagine. When she pulled back and ended up flinging her catch at him he rose slightly, rocking back on his rear paws. It sent a shock through his nerves, but he slapped the small thing with a paw, the soft slug landing squarely in his paw. He furrowed his brows in surprise and concern, but gave a sheepish smile. "Good catch Cedarkit," he chuffed, trying to play it all off.
