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SILVERBEE tom | waterclan | warrior word count: 160 | users: open
A silver tabby warrior was sitting just south of the Warriors den. His thick fluffy tail curled neatly over his paws. The sun was just starting to rise over the trees in the horizon turning the night sky into a peachy steaked blue dawn. The chilly leaf-fall air turning his breath into thick clouds of condensation with every exhale. Silverbee had no particular reason to be up so early, especially when he thought back to the other warriors that were currently curled up in their warm nests. That in itself was probably the reason the WaterClan tom was up so early. There was hardly anyone about. The day was calm and the only sound that came to the toms ears were the early morning songbirds and the realizing sounds of the waterfall. He slowly rose from his seated position concluding that he may as well go for a hunt while the forest was relatively undisturbed after a long chilly night.
She hadn't been able to sleep though the night. Amaryllislagoon had gotten in a few well placed kicks and that was that. The fluffy cream and gray she-cat couln't take it any longer. She had risen from her nest and made sure to step on her neighbors tail on her way out of the warriors den. The camp had been still and quiet aside from the song of a lonely cricket. Fuchsiaflood had decided a run could soften her mood and prepare her for some kind of rest. But night seemed to quickly turn to morning as she rounded the bend she had followed out to camp to return to it.
"Oh hello Silverbee." she meowed having stopped at the entrance to avoid colliding with the tom.
OOC: hfksfh ahaha xD honestly if there wasn't a signature saver i probably wouldn't do these ahahah xD hope you dont mind silverbee hes kind of a big self-absorbed brat
SILVERBEE tom | waterclan | warrior word count: 167 | users: open Primordialhaze
The silver tom took a few startled paw steps back at the sudden appearance of Fuchsiaflood the fur on his shoulders bristling ever so slightly. He was surprised that someone was up so earlier, earlier than even he was. But, then again upon closer inspection of the she-cat Silverbee concluded that she'd been out for a while. There was a part of him that was curious about where the she-cat had gone off to so early, but the other, more significant, part of him didn't care to know. Giving his silver pelt a quick shake to settle the fur that had risen from the startle tat the she-cat had given he dipped his head in a curt greeting.
"Morning Fuchsiaflood" he replied, his voice was formal and blunt, his green gaze shifting to look behind her towards the camp exit. His nose twitched his ears flicked impatient to leave the camp in case anyone else would awaken and want to join him on his solo hunting party.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 12, 2018 14:01:50 GMT -5
Honestly I love it (:
She raised a brow at the fidgety twitch in Silverbee's body and realized she stood between him and freedom. She was all to aware of her own itch. Her walk had done little to easy her unrest and she knew sleep would be futile.
"Could I accompany you?" she asked moving aside to give Silverbee a clear path to his destination. She didnt want him to feel trapped be that in camp or with her.
SILVERBEE tom | waterclan | warrior word count: 111 | users: Primordialhaze
Silverbee's eyes turned to look back at Fuchsiaflood as she spoke. His brow quirking slightly at her request. He didn't want cause any misconceptions if he'd told her now. If there was anything the tom hated more than incompetence it was the ease in which it took for gossip o start spreading around the camp like wildfire. With a click of his tongue Silverbee rose and dropped his shoulders in a shrug, "Sure, just don't get in my way" he replied his tone a like snappy as he brushed pass the she-cat and towards the outside of the camp. Not bothering looking back to see if she would follow or not.
