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Ratstar let out a quiet huff, his warm breath making a small cloud in the frigid morning air. He really wasn't one to be up this early, though he enjoyed taking his time in the morning sun every so often, letting it warm his light-brown fur and bring life back into his sore and cramped muscles. Today was different though. Today the Summerclan leader was restless for reasons he weren't fully sure about. His paws ached to run, with his claws sheathing and unsheathing impatiently in the grass. Every muscle was tense, every sound and scent didn't go unnoticed, every twitch of movement was caught by sole yellow-green eye. Maybe it was the changing seasons, or the excitement of what was to come for their clan. Whatever it was, he did not like it one bit.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 21, 2020 16:20:38 GMT -5
Dustfeather was just coming back from the dirt place when he saw Ratstar looking restless outside his den. I wonder why he's up so early? he thought. He knew of his leader's habit of sleeping late, probably came from being a lazy kittypet.
He had a mind not to notice Ratstar but from the direction he was coming from, it would be considered rude - or even worse a snub - he if didn't greet the leader. "Good morning, Ratstar," he meowed as he tried his best to look and sound pleasant.
Ratstar's response was delayed; lost between sleepiness and his own, wandering thoughts, he nearly didn't catch Dustfeather's greeting at all. "Huh?" He blinked, staring at the Senior Warrior as if he'd just noticed the other cat there, before quickly meowing out a stumbled greeting. "G-g'morning, Dustfeather. Heh, nice day today, ain't it?" Despite him and the other tom's, uneasy relationship, the leader did his best to treat Dustfeather respectfully, as they were clanmates an' all. Though go figure it was always in front of the Senior Warrior that he'd sound like an awkward, scatterbrained kit.
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 14, 2020 18:27:04 GMT -5
Dustfeather still wasn't quite used to the strange way Ratstar spoke, his manner of speech always sounding odd to his ear, like the word 'ain't' instead of isn't. And sometimes words weren't pronounced fully such as 'good' becoming just 'guh'. At first when Ratstar first came to live with SummerClan he thought he had a speech impediment but as time wore on he figured it was just the way cats spoke from where he came.
"It's a bit chilly but sun looks like it might warm up the air when it gets higher," he replied. "Might be a good day to hunt for birds." He looked up at the clear blue sky and imagined it full of plump birds sailing around. He felt awkward talking to the leader especially given that they had little to no rapport. His paws itched to take him away but he stayed rooted to his spot.
Dovegarden entered the camp. It was very early, but she found that the best time for her to get out her ... tendencies ... was in the early morning before most clanmates were moving around. She could usually play off her whereabouts as studying wild plants. The she-cat was a garden keeper, so her job was tending herbs in the actual garden, but there was no harm in studying plants in the territory. It was the best excuse she had come up with yet.
This morning was a bit different. She noticed Ratstar hanging around, Dustfeather nearby. The two were beginning a conversation, and the fluffy white she-cat wordlessly walked a different direction, hoping they wouldn't notice her.
"I imagine it will be," Ratstar agreed with a curt nod, noting how the frost covering the blades of grass around their paws was already starting to melt. An awkward silence fell between the two toms, neither particularly sure how to treat or react to the other. Growing a bit desperate to change the strange mood in the air, he spotted Dovegarden walking by in the peripheral of his good eye and quickly waved to her with his tail. "Good mornin' Dovegarden! What are ya doin' up so early all by yourself? Come, sit and join me and Dustfeather." Now that he thought about it, he didn't really know much about the young garden keeper, either. Perhaps this restless feeling was pushing him to get to know his clanmates better?
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 7, 2020 16:21:10 GMT -5
The gray tabby tom turned to look at Dovegarden when the leader spoke to her. Good! he thought with relief filling is mind. She'd be a welcome addition to our strained conversation. "Yes, do come over," he meowed to her. Maybe the tension wouldn't be so noticeable between him and Ratstar with a third party present.
The garden keeper stopped in her tracks and sighed before slowly turning around to face her clanmates. "Good morning Ratstar, Dustfeather." Dovegarden nodded at each one in turn. She wondered if it would be rude to tell them she had work to do this early. "I would join, but I have to tend to the gardens. I went out early to study the plants outside of camp. I knew I had a busy day ahead of me." The two seemed a bit overeager for her to join, and if they were just using her for a distraction, she was hesitant to converse with them. Attention on her was the last thing she needed.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 10, 2020 14:39:46 GMT -5
Dustfeather didn't know if he was more relieved that Dovegarden was too busy to join them or disappointed she couldn't. On one paw, she'd help with the tension between him and Ratstar but on the other paw he could care less about hearing about plants. That would certainly be a bore fest for sure. He'd rate that conversation a five out of five yawns.
"Oh," he said trying to sound a bit disappointed. He didn't want to hurt her feelings after all. "Are you sure you can't spare a minute?"
