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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 21:25:25 GMT -5
The light tan tom padded into the camp. Shaking his head the black tip of his tail waved in sort of a greeting. He had been here for most of his life.
But still he barely knew anyone. Seating himself his eyes darted around and he hoped someone would come talk with him.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 13, 2008 21:57:45 GMT -5
A lithe, muscular, tabby-topped female strolled into camp, carrying three mice by their tails. She padded calmly to the fresh kill pile and dropped two, keeping one. She headed over to a shadowy part of camp and nestled down, tucking her forepaws under her white chest. Fallentear began to eat her catch slowly, chewing thoughtfully. Much had to be done around camp, and she was trying her hardest to think of a way to help the other clans with the drought dilemma. Surveying the area, her golden eyes scanned the camp. They fell upon a pale tom with a black-tipped tail. The tom looked nervous, maybe even lonely. 'Like me.' She noted silently.
Finishing her meal, she tucked the bones into the camp wall, careful that they were out of harm's way. Then she glanced over her shoulder and around the camp. Yep, that tom was still there. Having isolated herself from the others in Fogclan ever since her parents had died during her kithood, Fallentear didn't know very many cats. And this tom was not among them. But, he definitely intrigued her. It was a weird feeling, to be approaching somebody else for the first time since meeting her mentor for training. But she dealt with the weird flicker in her stomach-was it nervousness?-as she approached the cat. "Hey." She rasped, "See much prey out today?"
It was really a soft of dumb question to ask, she realized. She'd already been out to hunt, and had seen for herself that prey was getting scarcer (not that that had effected her ability to bring back three plump bodies, as usual). The tabby and white she-cat had always been more than exceptional in everything she did. She'd made sure it was this way ever since Thunderstorm and Grayfrost had passed on, to distract herself from pain. She must've done well, because now she hardly felt anything. Maybe that was why nobody ever talked to her... [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 22:10:36 GMT -5
He had been staring off when he heard the soft pawsteps approach him. Turning his head he saw the she-cat Fallentear. She was known to isolate herself so he was suprised to find her before him asking a simple question.
"See much prey out today?" He thougth upon it clenching his jaw untill at last he knew what to say. He opened his mouth and meowed,"In certain parts of the territory yes but this drought isn't doing the clan well." He grinned and studied the she-cat with interest.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 14, 2008 7:40:41 GMT -5
Fallentear nodded sagely. "Yeah, that's how it's been for the past few moons, and getting worse..." She trailed off, looking around. She noticed that Singedtail was looking at her with curiousity. She continued, thinking he was waiting for her to go on. "We should really consider ourselves lucky though, seeing as our territory was really wet to begin with, and now it's not quite as parched as others. I just wish there were some way to help the other clans find more water." She furrowed her brow. It was true that Fogclan had much more water than others (though a frightening amount less than usual), but how would they be able to give some to other clans? [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 14, 2008 14:54:08 GMT -5
Singedtail let the pretty she-cats words sink in. Pondering about it himself he took a few minutes to think about it. He then meowed,"Yes, if the other clans begin to dissappear who will help us in a time of need."
Staring for a second he continued,"Yes, we should really help the others." In his heart he knew it was teh right thing to do. Hopfully the good deed could be done.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 16, 2008 2:33:51 GMT -5
Fallentear looked around, letting her mind wander. Perhaps Dreamclan would give a medicine cat some kind of sign soon. Because she surely had no ideas. Or perhaps the drought would end soon. Whatever happened, she knew it would have to happen soon, or the clans would suffer quite a few fatalities. She looked back at Singedtail, pushing aside her worries. "I'm sorry. I tend to think more about the bad things than the good..." She grinned and meowed jokingly, "For instance, the weather is nice." Her gray tabby tail lashed with amusement in the dust behind her. "So..." She began again, "I don't think I got your name. I'm Fallentear, by the way." [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 16, 2008 10:07:42 GMT -5
Singedtail studied the she-cats face as she thought. He patiently waited for her to come back and at last she spoke. As she asked about the weather he meowed,"Yeah, nice." He grinned then caught her name. Fallentear what a pretty name. Grinning he meowed,"I'm Singedtail."
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 19, 2008 18:54:31 GMT -5
She nodded. Singedtail seemed like a fitting name, because of how his pelt had been arranged- light tan with a black-tipped tail. Activity in the camp hadn't really sped up much, but seeing as it was past midday and most cats were out hunting or training, she wasn't surprised. "Want to go out on a hunting and border patrol at sundown?" She meowed after a few moments. Fallentear had to arrange the patrols now, and she liked heading the sunset patrol. Her brain worked, trying to figure out who else she could ask to come with. Maybe Ravendance and a few apprentices... [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 23, 2008 7:33:14 GMT -5
Grinning from ear to ear Singedtail heard the she-cats suggestions. Stretching his legs on a patrol would suit him well at the moment. Without a hesitation he meowed,"Sounds good to me." He swished his tail back and forth smiling.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 23, 2008 13:57:42 GMT -5
Fallentear smiled back, a rare thing for the she-cat to do. This tom had an odd charm about him. He seemed to be more polite than most toms she knew, and she found that she liked it. Standing up and stretching her forepaws, her back arched and her tail stuck straight up. When she was standing normally again, she meowed, "Well I think we'll take three others with us, so I'd better head off to go find them. I suppose I'll meet you here before sundown. Sound ok?" Her golden eyes looked at the tom with a gaurded expression, but mischief could be found faintly showing through her veil. [/color][/blockquote] |
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