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Following orders, keeping up a job. That had always been the easiest part about settling into clan-life for Diamondcascade. She had plenty of problems, but being a random, working grunt wasn't one of them. Except today. She had barely managed to rip herself from the warmth of her den, bringing herself out into the freezing cold of the night air which she had recently found was so much worse than the freezing cold of the morning air during winter. Now, she stood pathetically at the clan exit. Normally she would have been glad to avoid the many bodies of camp, but today the pathetic amount of warmth the bubble of camp held was seeming very difficult to leave.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 8, 2018 22:59:19 GMT -5
The tom flicked his tail as he padded towards the exit. His joints were aching and he needed to stretch them. A good trot in the woods is just what was served for Reedtwist. As he reached his goal he flicked his ears, turning towards his fellow warrior, "Morning, or, night, rather." He greeted, dipping his head towards her.
She hated talking to people, she hated social interactions. But she hated this cold more, and somehow that seemed to make talking to others more bearable. "Night. It's, uh, kind of chilly, huh?" She asked, her teeth starting to chatter. Part of her was hoping that he'd show an equal hatred for the cold, and maybe she could rant to someone over her absolute hatred for it. Maybe getting her blood boiling would actually warm her up.
"Y-yeah. Anything to try and fight away some of this cold." Diamondcascade admitted between shivers, her body tightening naturally in an attempt to retain warmth, though she for once considered the fact that movement would likely her up more. "I'd rather be in bed, but I also want to eat. So, uh, that's my motivator to get up I guess."
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 9, 2018 1:37:38 GMT -5
"Being in bed as a cold cat won't help you warm up," he chided, "Coating your belly before a nights nap is probably a good idea. Everything on the fresh kill pile is frozen though. Want to join me to find some warm food?"
She gave a slow nod in agreement, figuring he was right despite the fact she was sure she was at least a little warmer in her den. Then again, perhaps it was the fact that there had been plenty warm bodies around her to keep her warm. Now that everyone was up, however, it came to her that it was likely it wouldn't be quite as cozy.
"I guess, moving around should at least warm me up a bit, and getting something warm to eat sounds better than eating a cold squirrel." Diamondcascade said, a tinge of hopefulness in her voice.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 16, 2018 21:38:46 GMT -5
He chuckled, "We should go then. Theres a new nest of black birds that should be settled down for the night. A bit more fluff, but better than nothing." He purred, starting towards the exit again. "Unless you know of something else."
"Uh, no, black birds sound good. Lead the way." Diamondcascade answered, her tongue and confidence equally fumbling at the idea of trying to navigate her own way through Moonclan territory. As experienced with the terrain as she'd slowly become, she still hated just the thought taking on any role in which forced her to guide anyone other than herself through a landscape that still felt mildly foreign and confusing to her.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 1, 2019 20:44:52 GMT -5
"Great!" He mewed, a bit more enthusiastic sounding than he should have been, but times with others were few and far between for him. He started at a slow pace. He didn't really like others walking behind him due to his limp, but he had learned at what pace he could go so that it didnt show. He looked over his shoulder, steps careful over the tendrils and twists that covered the territory, and watched the molly for a second, "Have you been to a gathering recently?" he asked, he himself not. He was simply being nosy.
