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Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 17, 2022 19:37:53 GMT -5
It was taking some getting used to but Ravenmask was starting to enjoy his new home at the top of the lighthouse. A fresh breeze was blowing in off of the sea bringing in crisp, clean smells unlike the ones he smelled inside the SummerClan camp. The sun was just beginning to rise to his left as he faced south looking out across the waves. To his right he could see and hear some seagulls as they fought each other over some scrap of food. His belly rumbled at the thought of food so he turned to his fellow Coast Guard member and gave her a nudge with his paw. "Time to start our morning shore patrol, Bubblechaser," he mewed. "Hopefully we can find something decent to eat while we're out. There's seagulls out this morning. Just maybe we can catch one this time." So far they haven't been able to do so. The elusive birds always were escaping at the last moment.
Everything around Bubblechaser had changed dramatically. Since the death of her mother, she had been struggling to find where she belonged again. Her entire life had been spent trying to please the she-cat, so she didn't even know where to begin. Life was a whirlwind, and change just kept happening. Her Red Guard position, to NightClan's invasion and occupancy, all had somehow brought her here, to the top of the lighthouse. There were definitely worse places to be, and the siamese rather enjoyed the quiet of it all. Sitting here, with the wind and birds, was just so comforting.
Too comforting, it seemed, for she had almost been lulled back to sleep by it after waking up. Luckily, Ravenmask's nudge was enough to shake her awake again, and she turned her gaze to him. "One of these days we're bound to succeed, right? They can't keep getting this lucky forever," she replied.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 20, 2022 15:33:13 GMT -5
"And today's going to be the day!" the black and gray tom meowed assuredly. "I'm dying to find out how they taste and just one would be big enough to feed both of us." He rose to his feet from where he had been watching the antics of the seagulls and stretched so hard the effort made his tail quiver. "Maybe if we approached them from the dunes this time where there's more cover ... besides the wind is blowing off the sea today. That way our scent won't give us away." He led the way down the narrow stairway that wound itself like a snake around the lighthouse.
