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Post by Tiger on Jul 9, 2009 22:44:27 GMT -5
It was a hot day in the forest, and the shadows didn't seem to relieve any cat of the horrible heat any. Crossfire was in the same boat as many other cats, left hot and lazy, hoping for clouds to cover the sun and set off a wave of coolness. Personally, the tomcat couldn't wait for night to fall and for the cool air of the dark hours to wash over the camp. A nighttime hunt would be just wonderful.
For now, though, he was content with laying at the shore of one of the lakes in Silverclan territory, sprawled out on his side with his blue eyes closed contently. The warrior didn't have a care in the world at the moment, just trying to stay cool with water lapping at his paws. It was a nice day to just lounge around and that was what he intended to do. By being out in the forest he could avoid the leader and deputy, who would probably want him to do some sort of physical work like hunting or patrols. In this heat, that was almost a death wish on four paws.
The tom yawned, rolling over so his tail was recieving the water. Yeah, today was definitely a wonderful day to just nap.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 22:48:30 GMT -5
A she-cat was muttering to herself - as always. The golden, slim she couldn't relieve herself from the heat, nor find anything to eat. She refused to even touch sparrow, mole, or anything else that had ever had a heart-beat. "Where. Where? Where did they go? They were here, last time I came! I'll bet someone -", She thought almost reproachfully about the clan's med. cat, "came and dug them all up!" By the end the finely tuned she was wailing, and she didn't care who heard.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 9, 2009 22:55:08 GMT -5
An ear twitched and one eye opened lazily. What was that? A dying squirrel? Crossfire closed his eye and sighed, rolling onto his stomach and looking groggily up at the path in front of him. "Who is screaming like that on a day like this?" the tom moaned, ears pulling back. He had half a mind to just bury his head in the dirt and wait for the noise to end, but the poor cat had a feeling that might not happen any time soon.
With a groan he pushed himself up onto his paws, giving his pelt a good shake. "Meow a little louder. I don't think Evilclan heard you." Mean, maybe, but the cat had interrupted his perfectly good nap. Craning his neck around and lifting a hind paw, Crossfire scratched at the base of his neck, glancing at the she-cat that was in view.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 22:56:27 GMT -5
Panicking, Softrain came out of his silent trance. Limbs splayed on the ground like in some kind of preserved remains museum, the tom came to life. Lifting his faded-gray head, he looked up through the trees down at the ground, fearing that his hiding place had been discovered. "Hey, whoever's down there, could you keep it to yourself?" he shouted, referring to the golden she-cat. Shaking his head, his yellow luminous eyes caught sight of a termite. Salivating, he reached out and grasped it in one paw and quickly shoved it into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it crawling its way around his mouth before swallowing.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 23:07:39 GMT -5
Esmee shot a glance at Crossfire, while her ears darted towards the other noise. "Well you'd be hysterical too, if your food had up and left!" She cried out to Crossfire, who was now in eye-sight. "Wouldn't you?" She hadn't ay hunting skills. She knew from the very second mouse had entered her mouth she would never eat it again. And she knew plants did NOT sprout legs and walk off. That didn't leave to many options. She cast about, trying to understand what was going on. A prank? Doubtful....
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Post by Tiger on Jul 9, 2009 23:11:11 GMT -5
"My food up and leaves on a daily basis. Especially when I chase after it. For some reason, mice don't like being hunted all that well." Crossfire was joking, but not in any sarcastic sort of way. He was a laid back tom who didn't like getting on others nerves. So, he just looked at this she-cat, head tilted to one side, and that lazy look still visible on his face. Until a new voice reached his ears, that is.
"Looks like a few others had almost the same idea I did. Dang heat. Why not come down and chat with the rest of us?" he called to the other tom. "It could be our own little sharing party. And maybe we can help this one find the plants she keeps talking about."
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 23:15:15 GMT -5
Sniffing in mock snob fashion, the tom feigned what he thought was an arrogant tone as if he thought he were much too important to talk to the likes of them. "We-ell, I can honestly say that my food never leaves me. See?" He wriggled a worm he had been saving down so that they could see. "I'm just kidding with the attitude." Leaping down, he joined the others. "Wow, it really is cooler up there," her muttered, sneezing. The plantlife was so strong; he could already feel the pollen entering his nose.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 23:25:58 GMT -5
She smiled at the good nature of the other two. "Good," she said, smiling so broad it reached her ears, "I don't like cats with adiitudes." She stuck out her hip and made a swaying motion, trying to be prissy. Joking, only of corse, she did this lots with the kits. Esmee often played with the kits, keeping tabs on them while the queens slept. She was, more or less, their sitter.
But even good natured toms wouldnt keep her from finding food. Quitely she mumbeled, "Plants don't need hunting. They stay in one place....." Esmee sighed under her breath, making sure the other two wouldn't hear.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 23:32:35 GMT -5
Tilting his head to the side, the tom's whiskers twitched in amusement. "What're you looking for? I can help." He thought that he recognized Esmee as one of the caretakers for the kits. Shrugging, he thought that he better not distract a she-cat with a mission.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 23:49:36 GMT -5
Esmee looked up, her honey eyes filled with excitment. "Really? Oh that'd be splendid!" She dipped her head graciously, and quickly continued, "It's a flowering plant, with a wide stalk. It's really really dark. Darker than any others here." She pawed at the ground, "And they were right HERE!" She looked at him, confusion crossing her face.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 23:56:42 GMT -5
Confused by everything she had just said and her mental state, he backed away a bit. "Plants? To eat, or to harvest? And I'm pretty sure those were about three pawsteps north from here." Brows raised, he examined the source and tried to find a scent. Nothing stuck out at him, and he couldn't hide his puzzlement.
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Post by Kala on Jul 10, 2009 10:56:24 GMT -5
“Won’t mommy be mad?” winced young FernKit as she followed her siblings through the woods. She felt so lost in the forest. Even though it was part of SilverClan, she still did not feel safe. Twitching her tail about, both golden eyes darted about looking for WhiteKit, but found she could no find him. Gasping, she ran forward, only to run into Braunkit who howled out for she had caused him to step onto a pinecone. Pressing both ears to her skull, she shrank into the ground hoping her brother would not lash out at her. Just then, WhiteKit bounced out of some near by bushes with a devilish gleam to his eyes. “I found warriors,” he said twitching his tail with delight. “Well I would assume so,” sneered SpottedKit as she padded over to her sister giving her some warm licks on top of her skull. “What other cats would be hunting about the woods?” “Loners,” cooed Braunkit as he padded off to where the sound of voices were coming from. “Oh…that is just lovely,” retorted SpottedKit as she noticed FernKit start to shake at the word.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 11, 2009 17:24:54 GMT -5
"And if we can't find them by moonhigh, we can search again tomorrow. Whatever plant we're looking for, I'm sure they grow somewhere in Silverclan territory. If not, well, we'll have to ask around to see if anyone did take them." The tan tom let out a yawn, ears pulling back for the short time his jaws were opened wide. The state of mind the she-cat was in didn't bother Crossfire. She was herself, and really, wasn't that all that mattered?
He flicked his tail, giving his pelt a big shake. "Well, shall we get looking? It might be easier if we split up and look, but stay within hearing distance of each other." His eyes shifted from one cat to the other, just that lazy and calm look he usually had, present.
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Post by dragon on Jul 13, 2009 15:31:16 GMT -5
Esmee nodded her head gently, a kind gleam filling her honey eyes. She had almost forgotten how warm other cats could be, she'd obviously been hanging out the devious kits for far to long. But that was only becaues she cold have no kits of her own, and any kit who liked her was good enough as her own. Surely it wasn't all that bad. Well...peak of the devil... Here they come now... As she'd been thinking of them, she'd caught a whiff of the kits she had just been sitting - almost litterally. You had to sit on them to make them stay in one place for two long. She shook the thoughts away with a twitch of her pelt and smiled widely. "Yeah, let's do that."
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Post by seren on Jul 13, 2009 22:49:54 GMT -5
Softrain spoke no more as he sunk to the forest floor and began to look for interesting scents. Keeping his eyes wide open, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't help but wonder why the plants would be of use. Shaking his head, he knew that it was best not to think too much about it. Esmee seemed like quite the character but in the good sense. She seemed intent on spreading good will.
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