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Two large paws slammed the crow to the ground, the cat they belonged to flinched when the crow managed to screech out a warning call before he silenced it. In the distance he heard an answering call and he glared down at his prey accusingly. Stupid crow, no doubt it had just scared all the prey in the area off. He scraped earth over it with a scowl on his long face and sat down beside the mound, flicking dirt from between his claws.
Pythoncrush was tired of hunting, yet here he was. The brown warrior was usually much more capable, silent and precise with his movements. But not today. For whatever reason he could not get into it, perhaps the mild day was encouraging his laziness. Whatever the reason, he succumbed to it and relaxed under the trees, sun dappling his fur and warming him until he felt himself drifting off. Hunting could wait.
Deerflower, having earned her warrior name by surviving the flood when many hadn't, was forced from the nursery for a much needed break. The young mother had only one kit left out of two, no idea about her parents well being, and had only learned a few days ago that her brother was alive. Life was overwhelming. But being stuck up her kit's butt wasn't helping matters. So, the other queens and forced her to go out for the afternoon, enjoy so free time because they "could handle another kit, for what was one more in the nursery full of them?"
Her walk through her new home brought her out near another cat of DayClan, not one she'd met yet. Still appearing malnourished, the she-cat wasn't much for a fight, let alone sparing match. Deerflower had barely survived the fever and lack of food following the flood, only recently had she enough energy to wander out of camp. Enough energy that the other queens saw her as a restless kit or an apprentice with an itch for some training. Sandy brown fur paused near the other warrior, "hello. That's a lovely bird you've caught."
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 8, 2019 22:41:22 GMT -5
Pythoncrush sat up abruptly, short fur as fluffed out as possible. It took him only a heartbeat to realize this was a clanmate, not a foe, and he made himself relax his muscles. Tackling this cat would do him no good if he were to gain favor with DayClan. He was still a newer warrior and many still seemed to be keeping an eye on him.
But this cat before him seemed to have other issues. She was scrawny, looked exhausted, and had a rather haunted look about her. Pythoncrush found himself momentarily stunned by the look of her. When he did regain his composure his pale eyes seemed more open, though his voice remained lofty, "thank you. I got lucky, my form is not up to par today," he glanced down at the half buried bird and back to the cat before him, "would you like it? I have already brought prey to camp, so you may have this bird. I am Python," he meowed, voice formal. "Or rather, Pythoncrush. And you are?"
The sandy brown cat smiled, "Deerflower. Thank you, we..we could share it?" She didn't feel right taking his prey, even in camp as a queen she didn't feel right taking prey. This wasn't her clan, not like how EarthClan had been. There she'd felt as though she paid back to the clan before she'd become a mother who needed help, even if she'd only been an apprentice she'd still caught her fair share of prey. Here, she was a newcomer, a mother with a kit that needed cared for but had never helped gather prey for this clan. It made her feel like a helpless kit.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 10, 2019 9:38:29 GMT -5
Pythoncrush sensed she may be embarrassed and, despite not being hungry, nodded. "Of course," he cleaned the dirt off the crow and closed the space between Deerflower and him, setting the bird down before her and laying down. "Deerflower," he meowed, storing her name away in his memory. "I will let you have the first bite." He suddenly desperately wanted to know what was eating at her, but instead tried to be as approachable as possible.
"O-oh! Thank you." She hadn't expected that, or for him to seem so formal. DayClan really was different from EarthClan ever was. The bite she took was small, not wanting to take more than her fair share. "It's good, have some." Deerflower nudged the bird a little ways towards him, prompting him to enjoy their shared meal as well. There was no way that she'd be able to even eat half of the creature, so hopefully he wouldn't notice. Her stomach hadn't yet adjusted to eating regularly and would cramp if she tried to eat more. Though she wasn't sure if it was from eating too much or her worry that she was overstepping her stay and not helping provide for the clan. "Your home is lovely."
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 12, 2019 18:10:22 GMT -5
Pythoncrush obliged and took his own bite, chewing thoughtfully as he looked around at their surrounding, "DayClan is not my home," he rumbled politely, "only my refuge. But you are correct, it is a lovely territory." He liked this shy she-cat, Pythoncrush decided. Deerflower was slightly nervous but tried to make conversation and she was polite, despite not needing to be. To Pythoncrush, those traits went a long way. Feeling very friendly indeed, he nudged the crow back to her and crossed his paws where he lay.
"Oh, so you-you're like me." Her voice was soft, barely a whisper but she held a smile anyways. So there was someone else here who called Dayclan home now but had no previous ties to it. It was nice. At least she wasn't alone in it all. Deerflower may have her kit and know that her brother is alive in another clan, but that means nothing when it's all you have and are trying to rebuild your life and your kit's. "Have you been here long?" Was he a survivor of the flood as well? Or just someone who'd stumbled upon the territory? The she-cat ignored the meal at the moment, and if allowed would continue to do so for the remained of their talk.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 2, 2019 22:54:53 GMT -5
Pythoncrush knew she was avoiding her meal and firmly, but with a friendly purr, motioned to the crow with his paw. He would push her no more about it, but hoped she'd eat. The she-cat was thin and deserved to be as well fed as any DayClan queen deserved, especially with a kit to care for. He wondered privately where her mate was and why he wasn't fetching fresh-kill for her. "Yes," he agreed pleasantly, I suppose I am like you." The brown cat shrugged, "a moon or two, I joined after leaving the twolegplace. I needed a change and DayClan seemed the most reliable and welcome option. How did you come to be here?"
