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She tried to be subtle, but the Clan's leader starting to spend as much time as she spent perched atop her den wasn't exactly something that would go easily unnoticed. From the moment she woke just before the sun completely fell past the horizon until just as the sky started turning pink with morning light when she retired to rest, she spent all but the entire time as the Clan's careful sentinel. It was rare now that she left her position, sat up or laid across the peak of her den with bright blue eyes scanning the undergrowth for signs of intruders.
However, she couldn't stay up there forever. Even she got hungry, and while she could ignore it for a while she couldn't hold out forever. She was loath to leave the camp without a watcher, though, so she waved a tail to beckon over her sole senior warrior, Blueveil. Nodding her head towards the den's peak, she told the half-blind she-cat, "Keep an eye on things for a moment. If you see anything out of the ordinary, let me know immediately." She looked surprised for a moment, but with a nervous nod she climbed up, caught between not wanting to stand up at the top of the leader's den and listening to her leader's order. She ultimately did the latter, reasoning that it wouldn't be for long.
Wastedstar watched the blue-furred she-cat carefully pick her way upwards, only satisfied once Blueveil settled into the same routine she had been in a moment ago. Then she turned towards the fresh-kill pile, looking the pile over until she noticed a flash of silver between the fur. She hooked out the fish, mixed between pleasure to have the chance to eat prey that had been more common in her birthplace and disappointment that it seemed this was the same fish she caught in one of her rare outings earlier in the day. Either way, she picked up the scaly prey in her teeth, trotting a few tail-lengths away before she began to dig into the fresh-kill.
Post by devilhybrid on Sept 29, 2018 14:58:34 GMT -5
Blackthorn had been in out with patrols during the day as usual, making sure to check on Lynxkit and Freekit as they had been the ones he had caught once before wandering the forest. He hoped they learned to stay in camp now, he couldn't imagine what he would feel if something bad had both happened to them. Suddenly, he noticed Wastedstar come down from her post and approach the fresh-kill pile. He flicked his ears and realized how surprised he was to finally see his leader leave her post. When his stomach suddenly rumbled he decided to fetch himself something and attempt to make conversation with someone. He had a hard time unless he knew them a bit better. Reaching the pile and finding a small finch, he picked it up and carefully approached Wastedstar, dipping his head in greeting. He settled a decent distance in front of her and sat with his plumy tail curling over his white-tipped paws, "You've been up there for a while, Wastedstar." he commented, bending to take a bite from his bird.
Her claws ran almost absently across the fish, trying to scrape away the scales to more easily reach the edible parts. Her gaze was distant, the silver tabby deep in thought. At least, she was up until the point a voice broke through. An ear twitched in response to Blackthorn's comment, the leader staring at the tom for a few moments before she actually spoke in response. "I guess I have," she meowed in agreement. Her paws moved again to pick away fish scales as she added, "I don't want the Clan caught unawares."Again, she couldn't help but mentally add.
The deadly assault from Primal Instinct was still fresh in Wastedstar's mind, and she was hesitant to leave her precious Clan vulnerable to something like that again. Her gaze grew distant again for a moment, but with a sharp shake of her head she leaned to tear off a mouthful of her own prey, saying, "Was there something you needed me for?" just before her teeth sunk in. She wasn't exactly the most social of cats even with her Clanmates, so her assumption was that most cats who approached her probably just wanted something from her.
