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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 4, 2015 3:31:48 GMT
Snowstorm stretched in the early morning air and left the den before the sun was rising over the trees. He jogged over to the Fresh Kill pile and grabbed a small mouse to eat. Jogging back over to a more quiet spot of the camp (the entire camp was mostly silent save the wind of leaf fall making it's gentle howl through the trees) Snowstorm took a seat not to far from the nursery and eyed the warriors den from where he sat waiting for some others to wake up, hoping to get a move on and explore some of the territory today. Snowstorm had only been deputy for a little while and in that time he had mostly lead a few hunting patrols to build up some stockpile of food. The cooler air meant it wasn't going to crow food instantly... But... They didn't catch a lot, and cats ate a lot here... Wasn't very helpful, but rather than complain, Snowstorm tried to double up on patrols to keep others fed without them worrying about not having any the next day. As time passed and Snowstorms Mice had vanished down into his stomach, He licked his paw and drug it over his ear just as a tall tortoiseshell with blue eyes exited coolly out of the den, Snowstorm recognized the shecat as Turtlefrost, a rather interesting cat to know. Snowstorm hadn't really spoken with her for more than a brief hello every now and then, but no time like the present to make a new friend he decided.
Quickly he stood up and trotted over towards the Shecat with a small smile on his face.
"Hey, Turtlefrost. I'm organizing a patrol to explore some of the lesser used parts of our territory, want to come with?"
Snowstorm flicked his tail in a friendly greeting and took a seat.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 4, 2015 5:57:05 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Ah, what a beautiful morning. Crisp wind, just a speckling of light shining through that thick canopy, and crunchy leaves underpaw. Yes, Leaf-Fall was in full swing. Now, Turtlefrost was a Green-Leaf cat. Through and through! I mean, what sane clan cat wouldn't be, with its plentiful prey, warm air, and time to play? But there was just something special about Leaf-Fall mornings that put an extra perk in Turtlefrost's whiskers.
The she-cat had just left the warrior's den, planning on headig over to the fresh-kill pile for a bite before settling in to see what patrols she was scheduled for for the day. Hopefully she would get more hunting ones. They could certainly use them she thought, eyeing the meager pile with distaste as she moved closer. But she was getting a bit of a reputation as a hunter, much to her pleasure. After that stunt with the kit and the owl, she was being scheduled for all sorts of patrols. That could also be because of how few cats were in the clan. But Turtlefrost liked to think that it was because of her warrior prowess.
But as she looked over the pile, Turtlefrost found herself being approached! And by none other than the deputy himself. Snowstorm, white as his name suggested, had made his way over to her with a bit of a smile on his face. Turtlefrost knew a tidy bit about the tom. Quick as a whip and the leader's brother- very knew to his position and obviously still learning, given what a mess the patrol rotations were. But she couldn't blame him. This entire clan was a mess. But it was a work in progress! Most cats were still getting to know eachother here- but Turtlefrost made it a point to know about her higher ranking cats. She grinned back at the tom, all teeth. The air felt sharp on her fangs.
"Morning Snowstorm!" she meowed, flicking her tail. Ah, but he'd come over here with a purpose, hadn't he? And it had been just the one she'd guessed! And hoped for. A patrol! But what kind...? Turtlefrost flicked an ear, surprise and confusion in her blue depths. Exploring...? Didn't they have better things to do? They weren't exactly huge at the moment. Surely they could do with some good old fashion hunting.. Or keeping an eye on their borders, lest those troublesome fools from across the river try to bother them again. Besides- what was there to explore? Marsh marsh marsh. Hence their name. But whatever, she supposed. It was a patrol. And Snowstorm had sought her out. While the warrior didn't exactly like the idea of trekking around in the cold mud all day, who knew? Maybe they would find some prey along the way. "Sure, why not?" she shrugged, looking around camp. Light was just beginning to filter in- not many cats would be up yet. Hm.. was this going to double as their dawn border patrol? "You have anyone else in mind?"
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