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Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 21, 2019 19:10:27 GMT -5
Stretching his legs, Ravenmask left the warm warriors den into the chilly Leaffall morning air. The crisp smell of fallen leaves filled his senses invigorating his spirit. The sun, which was now just rising over the tree tops, spread it's golden rays into the just awakening camp. The black and gray tom strode across to the depleted fresh kill pile and pawed through what was left from last night's meal. Nothing at all looked appetizing. With a sigh, he padded over to a place where the sun was touching and sat down to groom himself.
Entering the camp from the dirt place tunnel, Pantherclaw sat down near Ravenmask and began to wash herself after nodding a good morning to the dark tom. What fun could I have today? she wondered as she worked on her right shoulder and leg. Her existence had been pretty boring of late consisting of border patrols and hunting. She wanted to do something different, but what?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 21, 2019 21:43:26 GMT -5
Spectreslight laid towards the entrance of the warriors den. When most crowded for the center, she found the overwhelming heat a bit too intense, and the cold of fall wasn't that cold to the longer haired she-cat. She heard pawsteps passing her, but only let her ears swivel to hear them until they left. Yawning, she stood and stretched, knowing the flowers weren't gonna take care of themselves, as much as Basilstar would prefer they did. Slipping out, she nodded quickly to Ravenmask and Pantherclaw before sitting down and trying to stop her pelt from sticking up all over the place.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 24, 2019 15:44:38 GMT -5
The black she cat smiled at Spectreslight when she came over. "Good morning," she meowed. "Looks like you had a fight with your nest."
"And lost," teased Ravenmask. "By the way, if you're looking for something to eat, don't bother. The only things left on the fresh kill pile is a sorry looking mouse and a shriveled up shrew."
"A feast during Leafbare but not now," Pantherclaw added, wrinkling her nose.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 25, 2019 21:59:27 GMT -5
Spectreslight smiled back, hiding a sneer with it. She couldn't deny how her pelt stuck up all over the place, but they had to tease her for it huh? "That's fine, I'll go find something else." Back on the mountain, she'd be grateful for a meal like this. But now she was in the rich fields of Summerclan, so standards were a little higher. Finally getting her fur down into place, winning her fight, she stood and slung her little garden keeper's satchel over her shoulder. "What about you two?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 26, 2019 18:16:42 GMT -5
Wanting to do something other than hunting or patrolling, Pantherclaw felt her dreams for the day dissipating. But she was a warrior and warriors had certain duties to perform for their clan. And she might as well go hunting than be assigned to some boring patrol. "Okay," she meowed, rising to her feet. Besides, she was hungry and Ravenmask was right, the fresh kill pile didn't look too appetizing.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Ravenmask meowed stretching his legs as he stood. "What's your favorite prey?" Right now he'd like to eat anything - that is - anything fresh. The leftovers from last night's dinner didn't even tempt him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 27, 2019 16:36:19 GMT -5
Spectreslight wasn't one for adventures and the like nowadays, her whole life felt like one drawn out horror novella. She wondered when it would stop, when she would get peace. But who would she even be outside of her circumstances? She didn't know.
"Snow hare. I know they're not around here, but they're perfect on a cold day." She purred, easily revealing her Winterclan past and not thinking much of it.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 28, 2019 17:28:46 GMT -5
"Well, that we don't have but we do have a meadow full of their cousins," Ravenmask meowed. The dark tom wondered what a snow hare tasted like. He figured they're probably very much the same as their own rabbits. "They're pretty tasty. Let's go over to the rabbit meadow then."
"Have you ever eaten field rabbits?" Pantherclaw asked. "I've never heard of a snow hare let alone eaten one. What are they like?" A little niggling of a worry ran through the black she cat. She hadn't visited the rabbit meadow very much after she had been cornered there by a fox when she was an apprentice.
Edited Sept 28, 2019 17:30:53 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2019 23:41:05 GMT -5
Spectre wasn't really a hunter, but she didn't see much harm in going with them today. Maybe Basilstar will finally get off her back about contributing to the clan and all that. "Sure, sounds good." Keeping her little satchel with her, she stepped out of camp and fell in line with Pantherclaw, "Not any specific time I can remember. I'm sure I have. And they're pretty muscly, not a lot of fat on them, but that's what makes them so delicious." She didn't pick up on any nagging feelings the others could of had, a little too busy reminiscing.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 1, 2019 18:32:31 GMT -5
"You're right, they are delicious!" Ravenmask agreed. "And hard to catch. That's one of the reasons I enjoy hunting them." He led the way along the small stream that later joins the main stream, the border to the rabbit meadow. The dark tom liked getting out for an impromptu hunt. Being a Red Guard, he was often told what to do and where to go. This was refreshing.
Curiosity niggled at Pantherclaw as she walked beside Spectre. Her brother is the clan's medicine cat and works a lot with plants and flowers. Many times she had helped him gather some for his stores. But she wondered what exactly this new rank of cats in which Spectre belonged did. "So tell me," she began, "What do you garden keepers do? Is it like being a medicine cat?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 4, 2019 17:34:00 GMT -5
"Not really. We upkeep all the plants. That includes herbs, but we also take care of the flowers and grasses so prey can thrive. It's a bit of a symbiotic relationship, cept you know, we eat them in the end. Also tend to the graves and make sure they all have flowers and the like." While never having to work with the dead directly, it far from bothered her. The only thing that could were the repeating records, but they were still new enough. Getting to do something different was nice, though she was so used to hunting in the snow she was sure she'd make a fool of herself in these grasses. But the idea of rabbit was far too tempting.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 5, 2019 16:07:17 GMT -5
"That's different but good," Pantherclaw replied thoughtfully. "I never really gave tending to plants and flowers much thought. But it does make sense. If the prey thrives, so will we." Personally the job wasn't to her own liking and she was glad just to be a warrior. It doesn't sound as if someone in Specter's position would come across anything exciting or adventurous.
Ravenmask spotted the main stream and was soon at it's bank. "We're closer to the stepping stones so let's cross there." He turned his steps northward. Joining in the conversation, he commented, "I'm glad we have lots of cats in our clan so we can have some to tend to those kinds of things. The medicine cat could always use help keeping the herbs healthy."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 5, 2019 23:47:59 GMT -5
Spectre didn't mind her lack of adventure. After everything that happened up at Winterclan, having a more laidback job like a garden keeper was a relief. Things weren't as stressful or dire as they were up there, and she appreciated a position where that felt all the more apparent. The idea of someone maintaining herbs and flora besides the medicine cat was alien to her, especially from where there were so little and hard to catch prey, anyone dilly dallying was never a good thing.
Yeah, though I see other garden keepers out collecting herbs more than him. Spectreslight's face scrunched up a little but she nodded in agreement, "It's nice you never need to worry about not having enough of one thing for everyone." That always seemed to be a concern up north, she remembered her mentor stretching the lifetime of cobwebs by soaking them in snow to clean them.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 9, 2019 17:44:58 GMT -5
"You can call me ordinary I guess in some respects," Pantherclaw meowed. "I enjoy just being a warrior mainly because I crave adventure." Ravenmask gave her a sidelong glance. Pantherclaw continued. "I'm glad there's cats like you who like to tend to plants and such. That frees up others like me to do the things we like to do too. To tell you the truth, I felt sorry for Graythorn when he was chosen to be an MCA. He and I had planned on being warriors together." That day in the nursery was still etched in her mind when Dreamcatcher took her brother away from her and her mother, Gentlebreeze. He had a look of shock and despair written across his features. Gentlebreeze held her back from rushing over in an attempt to stop them from leaving.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 11, 2019 20:55:32 GMT -5
Spectreslight didn't know if she could call Pantherclaw ordinary. Adventure seeking was a trait she couldn't find in herself no matter how hard she looked. Something about getting to stay in the comforts of her own home was... well, comforting to her. Though sometimes it felt like she was isolating herself from the outside world, that was for the best, she figured. After everything that had happened, staying here and being content in this new home was more enticing than anything else. "Sometimes fate has different paths for us than we want I suppose." Her voice was dry, somewhat stuck in her throat. The irony of the statement was not lost on her today.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 13, 2019 16:46:00 GMT -5
Pantherclaw thought about what Specterlight said. It definitely was that way with her brother. "I suppose you're right. Graythorn never wanted to be a medicine cat but that was what was chosen for him. I'd hate to have my life directed in a way I didn't want."
"Excuse me you two. We're at the stepping stones," Ravenmask announced. He hopped up onto the first stone and crossed halfway then stopped to sniff the air. Nothing seemed to be amiss so he finished his crossing and stood on the other side. "It's fine," he called over to the two she cats.
"Sometimes we find foxes have moved in over there because of the rabbits," Pantherclaw informed Specterlight. "So we have to be careful when entering the meadow." She leaped onto the first stone and then crossed over to the other side. Again she thought about the harrowing time she spent in an isolated tree with a fox waiting for her below. If it wasn't for her clanmates finding her, she might not be here today.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2019 19:33:10 GMT -5
She would have said 'same' or something along the way. But it already had. Taken her from her home and took everyone she knew and loved. It seemed Starclan was never gonna be happy with her until she was completely miserable. Must have been a curse for learning a forbidden art. "Must be hard."
Familiar with foxes, she nodded and followed the two over the stepping stones. Occasionally she'd run into one scavenging, and most of the time it was best to sit up in a tree. But when there could be one in a huge field, it would definitely be scarier. She hadn't seen many since joining Summerclan, but they were sure to be around.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 15, 2019 15:56:12 GMT -5
"Not too hard, really. How did you hunt rabbits in WinterClan?" Pantherclaw asked. "Here we like to team hunt if there's two or more in a hunting party. They're easier to catch if you're working with others." Still being a fairly new warrior, Pantherclaw liked to show off her skills and knowledge, especially in the area of hunting.
Ravenmask tasted the air. "Seems to be a stronger scent coming from that direction," he meowed as he looked northwest. "I'll take the lead and act as the flusher. You two ladies can make the kill."
Edited Oct 15, 2019 15:57:02 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 16, 2019 22:40:36 GMT -5
Spectre opened her mouth to correct her, on how she was talking about Greythorn's position rather than hunting rabbits. But at being asked, she lifted her head a little in pride, "About the same, though we also dead with the snow and running downhill and the like. It's very easy to get injured, but the prize is usually worth it if you can pick up on the scent of one. Spectreslight had only done it so often, it wasn't a job they gave apprentices much, since again, high risk of injury, but also Deja never wanted to bother. So most of the time, she had to watch them run off. Nodding at Ravenmask's direction, she didn't move right away, figuring it best to follow Pantherclaw's lead.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 17, 2019 14:25:52 GMT -5
"Yes," Pantherclaw agreed. "The effort spent hunting rabbits is worth it when you catch one." Her stomach growled a bit at the thought of eating the fresh flesh of the animal. So good! she thought. "We don't have snow around quite as long as WinterClan has but we do get snow. I learned last Leafbare how to catch them so I know what it's like to hunt them in the snow." A smile crossed her face as a memory came to mind. "Although I must admit I did more sliding around in the white stuff than I did catching rabbits." As she spoke she went at a slower pace toward where the scent was coming.
Ravenmask went on ahead and circled around always keeping the wind in his face. The last thing he wanted to do was to spoil the hunt by making an amateur mistake like letting the rabbit catch his scent.
Edited Oct 17, 2019 14:27:28 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
