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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 22:31:53 GMT -5
Hawthornberry was still surprised about his new role as Marquee. It made sense, in a way. He was an outsider that pledged and proved his loyalty to Winterclan, yet he had knowledge of other clans like Fallclan. He was a good advisor and level-headed. There was one little issue, though. The brown tabby was an absolute scattered mess. He left a trail anywhere he went. For example, he had just accidentally walked away from the prey he caught and completely forgot where it was. "Oh no... It's here somewhere." He could be heard saying.
Windyhurricane emerged from the forest. He was almost undetectable, his grey fur blended in well in the snow with his only give away being the blue grey mask across his eyes. He had leaves, twigs, and feathers caught in his long fur and his legs were muddy brown. The toms blazing blue eyes lit up.
Free food!
He immediately bent down to pick it up when he noticed Hawthornberry padding back and forth. He really liked the idea of having Marquee's, he had wished he could have been good enough to be one, but he always liked peace and maybe his ideas just couldn't align with the clan. He wagged his tail doggishly before licking his lips a bit and calling out the warriors name, "Hey! You dropped this!"
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
2,485 posts
Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 22:43:34 GMT -5
Hawthornberry sighed in relief as Windyhurricane's voice reached his ears. "Oh, thank goodness! Thank you so much for finding them." He breathed as he reached the warrior. "Could you possibly help me carry them back?"
Windyhurricane blinked and suddenly rolled over the piece of prey and stood up again. The prey was gone, it belonged to the sea of fur that was Windy. He gave a perky little grin, "Aye aye."
He walked over to Hawthornberry, a little skip in his step as he fell into stride with him, "Soooo, hunting. That sounds fun."
Was he being fun and polite or was this just awkward chit chat?
"I once hunted my own tail! Can you believe it? It kept moving and I thought it was the biggest mastermind of the forest. Always one step ahead, managing to stay out of sight. One day I saw it and I went for it, but that day was different than all the other days. Mainly because I grabbed it with such a force I broke my own tail. Mistyveil had to put it in the splint. She said I only I could do something like this, my moms never called my special before then."
Yes. This would win Hawthornberry over as his friend for sure.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
2,485 posts
Post by simplylight on Jun 3, 2019 11:06:13 GMT -5
His whiskers twitched in amusement as Windyhurricane began to roll about and tell his story. What an odd fellow. Truthfully, Hawthornberry was also a bit odd in his own, scattered way. Maybe he could understand the other warrior better.
"So have you ever tried to catch it again?" He asked with a humorous gleam in his dark brown eyes. "I'd imagine that it hurt when you broke it."
"I was about to in camp, I spotted it and on instinct was about to go for it, but then I saw my mom out of the corner of my eye and she gave me this death glare so I just sat down nicely and never hunted it again," Windyhurricane said as he looked back at his grey tail covered in leaves and other debris, "Now I take good care of my tail."
He swatted out some leaves as only flower petals and fresh green leaves flew in from a sudden wind. His tail was never going to become unknotted.
"So how are you going to change WinterClan for the better now that you're a Marquee?" Windyhurricane asked.
