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Despite the vibrant changing of the leaves from their gentle, toned greens to more reserved, faded oranges, the weather was surprising warm for the beginning of Leaf-Fall. Trotting at a steady pace beneath the midday sun, the behemoth spotted grey form of Stalkerjaw took a silent note of the peaceful and still vibrant forest around him; very few leaves had made their descent to the forest floor, and besides a few scattered puddles from autumn rain showers, there was very little evidence of the seasons changing at all. Nevertheless, the tom continued on in his stroll, squinting uncomfortably when the cooling shade of the oak tress parted away to reveal the harsh bright sunlight from above. It was as he was temporarily distracted that the young warrior made a sharp turn back towards the safety of the trees, only, to his annoyance, directly run into a large, furry figure that fell into a small pile at his feet, obviously knocked-over by his large size.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 13, 2018 17:21:55 GMT -5
On this very pleasant Leaf fall day, Honeycomb was out in the nice weather hunting on her own. She had already caught a mouse and a sparrow, both safely buried for a later retrieval. As she was stalking a squirrel among the oaks, she heard the sound of a larger creature. Always being more cautious rather than bold, she hid herself until she could determine what the animal was. It wasn't long until she saw her clanmate, Stalkerjaw and she smiled, pleased she didn't have to be in a fight. When she came out of hiding to greet the large tom, she was suddenly knocked head over tail. "What?" she asked in confusion.
The larger feline immediately reeled back from the impact, blinking in surprise for a few moments to regain his senses before suddenly taking notice of the lithe patched form of a she-cat on the ground in front of him. A form that he quickly recognized as fellow Earthclan warrior Honeycomb. He had rammed right into one of his own clanmates. That's just great. Mentally cursing to himself, Stalkerjaw quickly bent down and lent her one of his paws to help her up, not immediately taking notice of her question until it finally registered in his frazzled brain. "Accident. Sorry." Grey fur flushing in embarrassment, the normally quiet tom avoided Honeycomb's gaze as he huffed out a quick apology.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 14, 2018 20:45:01 GMT -5
(I love the mood setting picture!)
"No, no, it's all my fault," Honeycomb meowed as she got up and dusted off her fur. "I should have made my presence known to you sooner." She felt embarrassed herself. She had been stalking creatures since early morning that she forgot not to move in quietly when she saw Stalkerjaw.
"It's alright." An uncomfortably awkward silence fell over the two cats there in the woods; both embarrassed over the unexpected incident in their own ways. Stalkerjaw, not one to usually speak first, or in more than two or three words at a time, shuffled his paws in the grass as he waited patiently for Honeycomb to break the odd atmosphere. He supposed that there was always the option open for him to just leave, but after knocking the poor she-cat over like he did, the gruff warrior really didn't have the heart to do something so rude to her.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 15, 2018 18:46:18 GMT -5
Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, Honeycomb pawed at the ground with a front paw. She never spoke much with this tom, not that she didn't want to, the opportunity had never actually risen before now. "So ... um ... are you out hunting too?" she stammered. "I caught a mouse and a sparrow over that way." She waved her tail toward the west. Then with alarm a thought struck her suddenly. Was Stalkerjaw stalking the same squirrel she had been? "I ... I didn't spoil your hunt, did I?" Her eyes reflected a fear, not of the tom himself but for being the possible cause of a ruined catch.
Quickly taking notice of his clanmate's anxiety of the question, Stalkerjaw shook his head curtly, unsure of what else to do to ease the she-cat's nerves. "No," he answered bluntly, perhaps in a sharper tone than he would've preferred, but his own lack of tact was something that would always be an issue for him. "Strolling. No harm." He shook his head again, hoping that would make his point clear to her. Stalkerjaw usually made a point to remember who his clanmates were; taking a mental note whenever someone said something interesting during a clan meeting or was shown to more well-received than others. Of course, being the kind of cat that he was, making genuine friendships never was a priority for him. Not that they weren't unwanted, but a fear that he never acknowledged always seemed to keep him at a distance.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 24, 2018 17:47:45 GMT -5
Realizing that she had curled her claws deep into the soft earth while she waited Stalkerjaw's reply, Honeycomb quickly relaxed her grip upon hearing his answer. "Oh, that's good. I really didn't want to be the cause of a spoiled hunt." She recalled a time when she did ruin someone's hunt but that was back when she was an apprentice. She felt terrible about it then and it still bothered her somewhat. A chattering noise sounded above both cats' heads and looking up she saw a large gray squirrel on a branch halfway up the tree. "I wonder if that's the same one ..." She didn't get to finish her sentence for just then the squirrel launched an acorn at the cats. "Watch out!" she warned Stalkerjaw.
Stalkerjaw nodded in understanding as he listened politely to her explanation. He supposed ruining another's hunt was a fair mistake to be cautious of, though personally he would never be that worried about such a thing, even if he did ruin a clanmate's catch. His thought process was quickly broken by the sound of obnoxious chattering and Honeycomb's quick warning; looking up right in time to see the pesky squirrel hurl a large acorn down towards their heads. For a squirrel, its aim was surprisingly good, and he actually had to jump back a bit to avoid being hit directly on the noggin. As the nut landing softly on the dirt, the bulky tom glared up at the rodent and hissed at it, and it quickly scattered away in fear of the pair of felines.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 29, 2018 16:21:36 GMT -5
"That's telling him!" Honeycomb meowed as she watched the squirrel scamper away to safety. "I've heard of squirrels doing nutty things before but never really witnessed anything like this personally." She was actually a little disappointed the squirrel had bolted. It would have made a fine catch to take back to the camp.
Edited Oct 29, 2018 16:22:19 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Stalkerjaw stared silently as he watched the rodent dash and leap between branches, loudly chattering what he could only guess were squirrel-swears before finally vanishing from sight. Turning back to Honeycomb, there was a moment of brief silence, but not as awakward as the last time, before a playfull smirk slowly grew across the tom's face. He tried to fight it for a few seconds, but finally gave up and let a soft, rumbling snort come out of his mouth as he began to laugh. "What a nut."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 5, 2018 19:33:07 GMT -5
The edges of Honeycomb's lips began to curve upward and her eyes sparkled with mirth. Before she knew it, a soft laugh escaped from her throat. "You're right," she purred. "Must come from all the nuts he ate!" She looked at the acorn the squirrel had thrown where it lay on the ground. "I'll tell you one thing for sure, I'm glad I'm a cat! I'd go nuts too if I had to eat these things." She gave the nut a playful bat with her front paw. Suddenly she had to suppress the urge to continue playing with it. Her ears twitched with the effort to restrain herself.
Hearing the rut rattle as it rolled across the dirt, Stalkerjaw paused in his laughter as his gaze became fixated on the small object. The bulky tom felt a tingling sensation inside of him; that familiar feeling of temptation from when he was a kit, darting and chasing after every small thing that moved. He remembered the old games of mossball or hit the rock he would play with the other youths his age. Glancing over nervously, his gaze met Honeycomb's; both warriors staring at the other with held breath.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 13, 2018 16:53:10 GMT -5
Honeycomb saw the restraint Stalkerjaw was attempting and she let out the breath she was holding with an amused laugh. "Can you imagine what would go around camp if we were caught playing 'bat the acorn'? We'd probably both be sent back to the nursery!" The thought tickled her even more and caused her to laugh longer.
Stalkerjaw let out a snort of amusement. "Or to Brimmingberry," he retorted, quickly swinging his tail around to whack the acorn off into the distance, sening it flying into some bushes a few foxlengths away, hopefully never to be seen to tempt them again. There was a rsutling of leaves above them, and the tom could just barely make out the blurred form of the squirrel from a few minutes ago, dashing madly after its prized nut. The warrior rolled his eyes. "Hope it starves."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 28, 2018 13:36:09 GMT -5
"I don't," Honeycomb replied more seriously. "That'll mean one less squirrel for us to catch and eat." The coming Leafbare had been weighing heavily on her mind. She recalled the long days of cold and hunger the last time Leafbare visited them. A sigh escaped from her chest. "Leafbare will soon be here," she meowed resignedly. She needn't say more knowing Stalkerjaw knew full well what her words meant - cold, hunger, and sickness.
Stalkerjaw nodded solemnly, completely understanding Honeycomb's meaning. Though this would be his first Leaf-Bare with Earthclan, he had more than his fair share of experiences with the harsh and unforgiving weather of winter. Only a fool would think that more cats made it any easier. He supposed if anyone, Honeycomb would know best about that. He glanced back up where the squirrel disappeared, this time with firm resolve in his gaze. "Let's hunt then."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 19, 2018 18:39:37 GMT -5
Honeycomb brightened. "I agree, let's," she meowed determinedly. "I bet we can bring in a nice catch working together." She sniffed the air. "But I doubt if anything is around here now. I know of a good place though. The area near the stream. I usually catch something when I hunt there." The stream wasn't too far from where they stood so it wouldn't be a long trip to get there.
Agreeing with Honeycomb's assessment and once again trusting that she would know better, Stalkerjaw curtly nodded. "Lead the way." He gestured towards the forest with a gentlemanly sweep of his tail, taking a step back so that she could go past him. The warrior didn't particularly see himself as a very gifted hunter, but he was at least decent enough to catch something when push came to shove. He hoped that having a companion for once would improve his prospects.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 22, 2018 19:27:15 GMT -5
Pleased that Stalkerjaw wanted her to take the lead, Honeycomb walked past him smiling. "I hope you like to catch mice and voles," she commented. "Sometimes there's a squirrel or two there too." She started off with an easy lope and soon saw the stream flowing gently ahead. Slowing her pace, she drew in air to pick up any prey scents. "We're in luck," she whispered to her companion. "I can smell a lot of fresh scents."
