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Dusk was settling in over the canopy as the splotchy little tom padded into its depths. That morning he had left his father, Toby, at the SunClan border. The old loner had been talking about "Settlin down" ever since Tobias had tipped the age scale into adult hood. A tom in his own right. A cat who his father also stressed, "Could make his own family." While the idea of leaving his father, whom he considered all the family he needed, made him sick to his stomach, the tom would not allow him to remain in SunClan with him. "You have plenty of life to live child. It would be insulting to not live it to its fullest." And so SunClan was at his back as he trudged through the territories. With Leafbare still lingering he wasn't surprised the groups of clan cats that traveled along their scent markers had not com across him. If there was one thing he knew of his counter parts, they enjoyed a warm nest among their clan mates. The young tom wasn't sure where he was headed but that was okay. The path of a loner was rarely foretold. He easily leapt over a a small stream and stopped to turn and leapt at its cool refreshing water
“Hello intruder.” Purple hued eyed were fixed upon the cat whom had so easily slipped across the territory. A cat whom met him was basically skin and bones, but still rather fierce looking. Violeteyes had been out hunting, a futile attempt in bringing back food for her failing clan. Her tail lashed as she gazed at the tom, her claws sliding out as she readied herself for a possible fight.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 23:08:06 GMT -5
He glanced up his fur standing on end for a moment before he realized it was just another cat. "I wasn't aware this land was claimed by anyone." he meowed before taking another lap of water and raising his head. "There were no scent markers."
That stung. Being reminded there wasn’t enough warriors to keep the markers done. Her ears twitched slightly as she took a step forward. “Well, this is WaterClan, and you’re trespassing!” She was attempting to look strong, but it was clear with one look, she was weak.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 23:21:17 GMT -5
His ear ricked at that. His whiskers twitching in surprise. "WaterClan you say? I was sure they were extinct." he didn't say it in a harsh or taunting tone but rather one of curiosity and thoughtfulness. "You don't look so good." he remarked then. "Have you eaten lately?"
Who did this cat think he was? Her ears twitched, eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that’s any of your business...” but her words trailed off. When did she last eat?
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 26, 2019 20:23:49 GMT -5
"Well frankly, if I have somehow crossed an unseen border I only think its right to pay some kind of fee. You know? Let me hunt for perhaps?" His eyes scanned her thin under fed form. She either was too busy to remember to eat or wasn't very good at fending for herself.
“Very well.” Her legs were shaky, and she hardly had energy to even attempt fishing. The land animals seemed impossible to get with how weak she felt. It was like fighting a loosing battle. Her eyes scanned him, before she lowered herself to the ground. Little did she know, this cat would later become her best friend, and she would later become leader. WaterClan would survive.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 2, 2019 22:12:08 GMT -5
He stretched lazily trying to wake his otherwise tired bones form the long walk he had taken that day. "What are you feeling?" he parted his jaws and took the air across the roof of his mouth. "I smell a squirrel and a mouse."
In all honesty, either sounded wonderful... her ears twitched and she rolled her shoulders in a small shrug. “Whichever.” Or both. She could always eat one and bring the other back to camp... or bring them both back. She would feel rather guilty if she enjoyed one and the others starved...
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 24, 2019 16:18:06 GMT -5
"Mice are much easier to catch these days, Fattening up from their leaf-bare starvation." He turned towards the scent his steps light as he moved softly through the brush. "Shhhhh now let me care for you." he meowed before disappearing into the brush. Several moments later he padded back with two lump mice in her jaws. He dropped them before her in offering. "There. debt paid." he purred softly.
Her eyes watched him caustically. She slowly bent, mouth watering from the scent of the mice. Her stomach screamed for the food, and she found herself struggling not to rip it in half and devour it.
