Simple Suggestions

[Esentrik]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/silverstar2.png] ooc: Okay first off, apologies on the super lateness, Li. I know I had you waiting for a while. And two: This thread is aw, (all welcome), but I'd appreciate if Frostfoot had the chance to post first. Thankya.<3 The late evening sun cast its twilight rays upon the terse foliage that hid the hollow of the Shadow Clan camp, and Silverstar stirred. Lounging among the boulders that concealed his den, he lifted his head and surveyed the area. The clearing yielded no strange happenings, much to his content. The pile of fresh kill was at an acceptable height, and it seemed a few cats had also gone off to begin or continue their respective tasks. All was in order, save the dark atmosphere and the bounty of bad attitudes, but it was a matter the argent tabby was long since used to. He stood up slowly, beginning with his hind legs so that he raised into a stretch. A quick shake followed by a brief grooming, and he was ready to roam the night. There was much to be done. It was only days ago that he discovered the things that must happen in order to ensure a stable clan life. Details that needed careful planning. Endeavors that needed participants. Rules that needed bending and lives that needed changing. His ear twitched and he exhaled. A tiresome list, but all would be taken care of in due time. Progress should not be rushed. Silverstar nimbly jumped down from his cluster of boulders, padding placidly into the heart of the camp. He was greeted by a few with pleasant mews and purrs, and responded to them with a reserved nod and modest smile. Even those who muttered a greeting or ignored him altogether still received the same acknowledgment as the others. He didn't become a leader by way of popularity, and by far had no intentions of winning any affections. The clan was his responsibility; he respected its members and held himself accountable for their well-being, whether the feelings were reciprocated or not. After taking pick of his choice meat from the pile, he strode back toward the edge of the clearing where there was a hill that led out of the hollow. It was at the top of this escarpment where he decided to settle into the soft mosses and underbrush. Looking out over the hollow, the young leader watched the shadow clan. His birth-clan. By this time the moon had begun to take its place in the night sky. "Good evening, brothers," he spoke quietly to himself. "Rise and thrive."

[Hazel]

Frostfoot had not had an eventful day. Patrols, hunting parties, walk here, run there. Do this, do that. Lionheart had kept her busy, so much so she was practically sleeping on her paws. She growled softly as she marched toward her den. "What are you doing? You must hunt for the clan." A deep voice made Frostfoot's fur bristle. She whipped around to see Lionheart glaring at her with amber eyes. "Going to sleep, whether you like it or not." She snarled, her claws unsheathed. Lionheart challenged her back. "You dare oppose your deputy's orders?" He growled. "As a matter of fact, I do!" The tabby growled, crouching as she prepared to leap. Her muscles bunched and she lunged for Lionheart with impressive speed. She bowled him over and held his head down with one forepaw while holding his neck in the other. Her claws pricked through his thick fur, pushing down gently on the skin underneath. "I am going to sleep, whether or not you want me to." She spat. Releasing her brother, Frostfoot padded over to Silverstar to complain and demand he keep his deputy in line. She was exhausted and this made her rather cranky. She growled as she approached her leader. "I demand you order your pathetic deputy to allow me rest. He has worked me nonstop all day and still orders me to hunt. I've brought back enough fresh-kill to get us through maybe half of leaf-bare." The brown and silver tabby growled as she glared at Lionheart, unsurprised to see him marching toward her and Silverstar. Frostfoot flicked her tail irritably. Lionheart glared at her and stopped half way over to her, growled briefly, and stalked to his den. Silverstar must of done something, or Lionheart just didn't want to fight at the moment. She turned back to Silverstar with her amber eyes, looking at her leader defiantly.

[Aureate]

OOC: Mind if I join? ;]

The moon was rising, and it was the beginning of the end of yet another day in the ShadowClan camp. Graybird watched from the entrance to her den as various warriors and apprentices padded around, some entering the camp with prey in their jaws -- back from a long day of hunting or patrolling, Graybird knew -- and some, having already done their part to aid the Clan that day, moved towards their dens in hope of rest.

It seemed, though, that not all of these cats would get what they wished for. Graybird's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she watched a small confrontation unfold across the camp: "What are you doing?" It appeared that Lionheart, the deputy, was reprimanding Frostfur for not doing her part in feeding the Clan. "You must hunt for the Clan," he insisted.

Graybird wondered why he said this; Lionheart had assigned her to several patrols that morning and she had most definitely done enough work for that day. Frostfur clearly agreed with the medicine cat's unspoken words, Graybird saw: she turned and snarled at the deputy.
Graybird watched carefully, her tail disturbing the dirt as tensions rose. Normally she would intervene at this point, but she felt that Frostfoot and Lionheart could work it out by themselves. And as Lionheart's the deputy, he should be able to deal with the cats in his Clan. Perhaps he should learn to be a bit more fair, though, Graybird mused. The work should be divided evenly among all the cats.

Her gaze sharpened as Frostfoot leaped onto Lionheart and pushed him down onto the ground. Moving her head awkwardly in an attempt to get a better view, she thought she could see that the she-cat's claws were unsheathed. This is not proper behavior for a Clan cat, Graybird decided. She knew that Frostfoot was angry -- she could see this clearly in her bristling fur and pricking claws -- but it was rarely okay to enter a physical fight with a cat of your own Clan, especially over just a few words.

Fortunately, Frostfoot quickly released the deputy. Graybird watched as she left her brother and padded over to Silverstar, who, unlike the other cats, was just rising instead of going to sleep. Graybird sighed, a low breath that faintly rustled the dust in front of her, and rose to her paws. Perhaps now was the time to join in; if Frostfoot was complaining to the leader, she must be more irritated than Graybird had thought.

As she reached the two cats, Graybird saw Frostfoot explaining the situation to Silverstar. With a quick glance to the leader, hoping he didn't mind if she gave input, she spoke to the she-cat. "I agree with you, Frostfoot," she mewed. "You have done a lot of work today, and we appreciate your efforts in helping to feed the Clan. I think, though, that Lionheart was just trying to make sure that we are all well fed and secure." She glanced at Silverstar, wondering if he would say anything about Frostfoot's rude treatment of the deputy.