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thirty two MOONS
warrior
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Post by slaterunner on Feb 28, 2017 1:26:06 GMT
● i got no faith
and oh did i mention? Well this was not good. A look of vague annoyance adorned the expression of ShadowClan's Deputy as the tom stood, motionless save for the rhythmic twitching of his tail tip, with his gaze trained towards the roots of the great tree that made up the Clan's camp. What was causing him such consternation, you ask? That would be the sight of a troublesome few branches tangled among the roots— a remnant of the high winds that had gusted through the territory just the day before and cast quite a lot of leafbare debris to the earth below. Thankfully, the season meant that this did not include many leaves (all of those had already fallen months ago) but what did fall was proving to be an annoyance to deal with. It was an easy enough matter to wave some apprentices off to clear up the smaller branches, yet Slaterunner had been approached about an hour ago about the fact that some were... stuck. As in wedged among the roots. Bigger hunks of wood, nearly branches, that the younger cat's paws just couldn't yank free even with some healthy cooperation. The entrances to the dens were clear enough by this point for cats to be able to get in and out without much trouble, but the downed branches still cluttered things up and, honestly, they were an eyesore. Slaterunner himself had had his flank uncomfortably scraped by one while wandering out of the Warrior's den this morning which made it an annoyance he personally had tangled with. Literally. That meant that they had to go. Now, the question was how. As of only a moon or two ago, this sort of inquiry fell to Slaterunner's shoulders. At least until he tried to solve it, couldn't, and slunk his paws over to Ashenstar to ask for the leader's word on things. He could totally get this cleared out on his own. ...totally. Yeah maybe not. The strength of fully grown cats was certainly needed here; more than one, which meant recruiting some help. Slaterunner eyed the nearest of the offending branches with another agitated flick of his tail before— apparently coming to a decision —the pale tom was turning round to look for anyone who was out in the clearing and, more importantly, seemed free. ❝Hey!❞ Came his sharp meow, hoping to catch the attention of the cat that his bicolored eyes had targeted. ❝Mind lending me a paw with this? I really doubt that just one set will be enough to deal with these things.❞
423 words @any adult cat! pls help him
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Post by fernleap on Mar 3, 2017 3:57:48 GMT
I CAN TAKE A WHISPER IF THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO GIVE The previous day's storm had made it difficult to hunt. That was why, bright and early that morning at the first sign of morning light, Fernleap was out and about in ShadowClan's territory, gathering prey for her clan. She was determined to out-hunt every other warrior in her clan and bring back enough fresh kill for their elders and the queens and kits that resided in ShadowClan's nursery. And she'd do it single-handedly if she had to. So she'd bounded out of camp before most of the other cats had dared awaken for the day. She'd caught a few small mice, but unfortunately it was nothing to brag about. Had it been any other day and she didn't have other responsibilities, Fernleap would be out training her apprentice, Oakpaw. But there was so much to do after the storm that Fernleap had sent Oakpaw to take care of the elders and she was off to do more meaningful tasks.
After returning back to camp, Fernleap took the mice to the nursery for the queens and kits after checking on the elders and Oakpaw. She was in a wonderful mood as she chatted away with the queens and played with the kits for a few minutes. By the time she was done, it was sun-high. Her stomach growled, but as she made her way toward the fresh-kill pile, she heard the sound of her deputy calling and turned her head. To her surprise, he was attempting to gather her attention and instantly the warrior was ready to work again - her hunger forgotten. She bounded over to him, skidding in the leftover mud that showed the forest had yet to return to it's normal state after yesterday's storm. She smiled up at Slaterunner. "Hey there! Good morning! Of course I can help! What do you need? What are we doing! Let's do it!" Her usual bubbly and energetic personality came forward as she spoke with him.
"That was some storm we had, huh? I hope that's all the rain we get for awhile, I really don't like the rain. I'm not a RiverClanner!" She laughed at her own remark, completely unaware of the tom's reaction to the statement. She turned her gaze toward the tree roots that they stood before and looked at the limbs that were wedged in the roots below. This would be fun! she couldn't wait to help him. Her eyes shone with excitement and it was clear that Fernleap would do whatever was needed of her to get this project done. She stretched her limbs, preparing for a long day of work and awaited direction from her admired deputy. She had to admit, he was a cute face, that's for sure! She doubted he'd see the same in her though. ✘ 464 ✘ slaterunner ✘ meep. |
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Post by slaterunner on Mar 5, 2017 22:06:38 GMT
● i got no faith
and oh did i mention? A brownish blur of movement flickered at the edges of Slaterunner's vision and, no sooner than the request for assistance had left his mouth, Fernleap was bounding towards him with jittery energy practically crackling off of her fur. The flash of her grin was the first thing that greeted him before the she-cat loosed a flurry of responses. So many words at once. Wow. She really had a quick tongue. ❝Good morning—?❞ After spending all of that brain power on considering the situation with the branches, the Deputy needed a few moments to take all that in. You could almost see the whirl of a loading symbol behind his bicolored irises. Anyway, the important matter was that Fernleap was evidently here to help (with enthusiasm to spare) and that had been Slaterunner's goal a scant few moments ago. She also looked to have plenty of energy that could be put towards what he had in mind. A returning smile slid onto place on the tom's maw, betraying how grateful he was to have a Clanmate step up, before he breathed out a heavy lungful of air to calm the lingering twitch in his tail. ❝Thank you very much, Fernleap. I need some help dislodging these branches, since the bigger ones will probably be too much for me to handle alone. I'm not much of a powerhouse.❞ Better to focus on fixing the problem at hand (paw?) rather than brooding over its mere existence. The mention of rain drew an uneasy glance from the tom skyward, but it was a brief betrayal of his thoughts and his expression fell back to a neutral yet pleasant mask once again. His tone was likewise lax and friendly. ❝ Agreed. Rain is definitely not something that I... enjoy.❞ A low huff of laughter escaped him. ❝Especially not when it brings half of the branches down from the trees and leaves us with this mess.❞ ❝As for what I plan to do about it,❞ He padded nearer to where one thick branch was wedged in the crook of the roots and broke off to hum, gesturing Fernleap closer with a wave of his tail. ❝Not much else to do besides physically yank them out. Here. Go to that end and try to push it up; I'll pull down from this end and hopefully that will be enough to get it free.❞ Slaterunner had tried working on this particular branch before, but it had been too stuck to shove out and too heavy to lift on his own. A little extra leverage should be just what the medicine cat ordered. Once he'd spoken the plan the Deputy shifted his expectant gaze back to Fernleap, curious to see if the she-cat understood or had any comments.
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Post by fernleap on Mar 6, 2017 7:45:31 GMT
I CAN TAKE A WHISPER IF THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO GIVE The white, fluffy tom continued speaking, and in truth Fernleap was a little shocked. Most cats sent her off without a second glance when her babbling started. He tried to make conversation out of her senseless jabber and she appreciated that. Ashenstar had tried too on the few occasions that they tried to interact but she could always tell that the gray tabby tom was just doing it to be polite. She was certain that Slaterunner was doing the same now. Who could blame a cat for it anyway, she was Fernleap and she was a nuisance to most agendas. Sure, she usually had a heart of gold behind the intention but no one ever saw that. They just saw the distraction and the trouble in a whirlwind behind her.
"That's okay, I doubt I'm much of a powerhouse, but I'm spunky. We'll get it done, on my honor." She said with a beaming smile, her usual bubbly personality shining threw. Her brothers often teased her that she was hardly a ShadowClan cat. The old stories of how mean and ruthless they could be were just that in her eyes, stories. She wasn't mean or ruthless. She was fun, and quirky. She was Fernleap and she was her own. There was no one in this forest that could tell her how to live her life. Sure, maybe Ashenstar, but she loved ShadowClan and so no matter her intentions they were usually always pointing in a somewhat wayward direction.
With a flick of her tail, the she-cat giggled over his comment about rain. And who could blame him! Not many cats liked to be wet as fish, she didn't. She knew some RiverClanners that didn't particularly enjoy it and only did it because fish was a great dinner. She'd heard stories of the delectable meal and had often wanted to stop and catch a fish or two near the narrow creek. She'd been convinced a long time ago that she would find a fish there - bigger than all the ones in RiverClan combined by a tom who was tired of her babbling one day. He'd hoped the story had shut her up and it had! She believed that there was a fish there and spent some of her free time looking for that fish. Her gullible personality had gotten her into trouble more than a time or two.
The laughter that sounded from him warmed her soul - that was the one thing Fernleap loved more than anything was making others laugh and smile. So the fact that he'd laughed for her was all she needed to throw herself whole heartedly into the work they had in store. "StarClan has a reason, even if it's just to give us something to do for awhile." She said with a hidden wisdom. That was the side of Birchstep standing out, having spent a great many walks with him discussing her faith in StarClan. She'd spent most of her live devoting herself to the stars above and the clan she served, she would hardly consider any other option to the reason she was here on this day.
When he decided it was time for business, the she-cat put on a serious face - or the most serious one she could muster with a goofy grin. Looking at him as he flicked his tail toward the branch, she nodded obediently and scrambled over the roots, positioning herself at the end of the limb and leaning her front paws on it briefly. "Ready when you are!" She said cheerfully, clearly ready for a days work. ✘ 597 ✘ slaterunner ✘ meep. |
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