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Post by falcon on Jun 21, 2011 16:36:24 GMT -5
The sky was dark and overcast, a gloomy sight that made Quickstep frown when he looked at it. The clouds were forming a menacing stormy line in the sky, obliterating the bright blue that usually dominated with its cheery taste and color. Quickstep missed the blue already. He didn't think much about the sky, because it wasn't like it played a very big part in his exciting life, but now that it was gone and replaced by a monster of a impending thunderstorm, Quickstep was mourning the death of the blue sky with every step across the camp he took. For once, he wasn't moving quickly and his mouth wasn't following suit and he dodged raindrops like they were bullets as he made his way toward the fresh-kill pile. It seemed rather far away, now that he had to concentrate on keeping himself dry on the way there. Normally, Quickstep wouldn't really care about how wet he got, after all, he was a Riverclan cat and proud, but he was also trying not to get completely soaked before he even got to the river. It wasn't like the water would cling to his pelt either, but Quickpelt wanted to stay relatively dry while he hunted, because he felt like being peculiar today.
Well, not just today, Quickstep could be a bit peculiar any day, but that was just him. He had a reputation for being a bit silly but everyone knew him as good-natured and carefree, a cat that most everyone could like, as long as they weren't too stuffy and weren't the kind that didn't take to his careless nature. Elders typically disliked him, especially since he was the apprentice who generally got stuck with them. His reputation also seemed to include a failure at getting ticks and fleas out of elder's pelts and instead smearing the messy bile all over them. It hadn't even been on purpose, Quickstep hadn't known what to do, and the medicine cat had been too busy to explain thoroughly, so he'd just done what seemed right, and had paid the consequences for the next moon or so. Not that Quickstep was complaining about being banished from the elder's den by said occupants. Ornery old scuffy pelts. They spent the entire time whining about how noisy I was anyway. He was happy to have other sorts of punishments, as strange as that sounded.
Quickstep nudged the dismal prey pile with his forepaw, making a face at it. I can do better than this, and I'm going to. He thought, annoyed at how small and skinny the pile was, and turned around to survey the camp. Oh, wait. No one's up yet. "Foxdung." He said out loud, swishing his tail. Quickstep was a social creature, he enjoyed being around others and making them laugh. How was he supposed to do that when nobody was up and about? There was no way he could go and wake them up for a hunt this early, he'd be lucky to get away with all of his fur. And, of course, he had no apprentice to drag along with him, unfortunately, so the warrior was stuck with an unhappy decision to make. Quickstep gazed at the camp forlornly and then peeked out the exit of the camp. There was no sunlight to light up the camp when the sun would normally rise, and apparently, it'd thrown him off and made him get up earlier than he would have. Quickstep snorted uncomfortably and then sat his butt down under a tree to wait for some poor unfortunate soul to step out of their dens so he could pounce.
OOC; Uh, yeah. Hope that's okay for Fleetstar. xD Though Quickstep's pouncing won't be quite like he was expecting at first. |
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Post by CLICHÉ on Jun 26, 2011 18:10:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Siggies/fleetstar2-1.png]The leader could hear the pitter patter of rain beginning to fall outside, and the sound itself was quite soothing to him. The smell of it made him loll off again, but only for a few moments of course. He knew he needed to get up and make sure all was well. Plus, he needed to give the poor cat that was guarding the camp the okay to go sleep it off. He stood up then, taking his sweet time stretching out his muscles and yawning heavily. He really just wanted to lay back down. He was sure his deputy would pick up his slack and start some patrols or something. But, he knew that it was his job to do this for the most part. Besides, Stormwhisper had asked him to get the apprentices battle training more often. He didn't really think that Thunderclan was much to worry about, but she seemed worried about an attack from them, so he figured he mind as well listen to her about it. There is a small part of him that believed she was right. But, he had to much confidence in his clan for all his mind to believe they would even have the guts to plan an attack.
Thunderclan was weak and they feared water. They wouldn't stand a chance. This was why at the moment Riverclan had Sunningrocks. It wasn't like Thunderclan could even find much use of Sunningrocks anyway, it was surrounded by water. The exact reason why it belonged to his clan, and would always belong to his clan. His clan was strong, they didn't have anything to worry about. But Stormwhisper had asked him to train the apprentices harder, and for some reason he felt the need to listen to her. Grunting to himself, he finally shook out his coat and looked around his den. There was a crack that was beginning to leak from the rain, and he knew he would have to find new moss for his bed if he didn't move it. So, picking his moss bed up gingerly, he dragged it to the opposite side of his den. When he was satisfied with the placement, he shook out his coat once more before stepping out of his den and into the rain.
He found himself instantly glancing at Stormwhisper's den, almost hoping for a moment that she would come out so he could just see her. But he finally shook his head and gazed around the camp, locking eyes on Quickstep. He dipped his head cautiously toward him, flicking his ears slightly. Padding to the fresh-kill pile, he poked at it and crinkling his nose. The prey was never as good when its been soaked in the rain. Lashing his tail back and forth, he plopped down and huffed out a breath, letting the rain pelt down on him.
notes; its perfectly fine XD
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Post by falcon on Jul 4, 2011 14:38:14 GMT -5
The tree wasn't really providing that much protection and Quickstep sighed, glancing up as raindrops fell downwards, casting themselves into his fur and doing their best to soak him right through. The tom wasn't bothered by the water, necessarily, after all, he was a proud Riverclanner, but that didn't change the fact that this water was much colder than the river would be. He shuddered, wishing that the rain didn't feel like it'd frozen on its way down, because that's definitely what it felt like to him. He made an irritated face, trying to quell the desire to just go back to the warrior's den and get some more sleep. He might even get a dream or two in, as it seemed that no one else had been as foolish as he to get up at this unholy time. Quickstep shrugged his shoulders loosely, turning his head to start grooming, working on smoothing the newly ruffled fur. It seemed cold water wasn't really his favorite. He was a strange cat, that was for sure. He was told so several times a day too, but that wasn't something that bothered him anymore. Quickstep was more likely to accept such words as compliments and bid you a good day too.
The tom hunched his shoulders and drew his tongue over his front forepaw several times, using his teeth to tug a bit of moss from between his toes. Don't want bits of my bedding to be falling off me when all the she-cats wake up and see me. He thought, smiling to himself, and went back to licking his other leg, smoothing the wet fur and making a face at the taste. Fashion over comfort, for sure, where Quickstep was concerned. He loved to impress the ladies, or try to at least, so he'd put plenty of effort into making himself look presentable, even if it was a bit of a lost cause, thanks to the dismal weather. The young warrior was starting to think that no one was going to ever come out, there hadn't been a single shift or movement yet, not even from the elder's den or the nursery. Of course, the nursery wasn't exactly bursting right now and the elders could be expected to spend most of their time sleeping or complaining, neither of which required much movement out of the den, unless they felt the need to take it outside where everyone could hear their sob stories. Quickstep rolled his eyes.
He'd just dropped his head to run his tongue over his chest and make sure the fur there was good when his pricked ears heard something and he all but sprang to his paws- to see Fleetstar making his way toward the fresh-kill pile. Fleetstar seemed to have the same opinion of it that Quickstep did, so the tom decided there was nothing for it, he'd just have to go and ask if he could go hunt. Perhaps Fleetstar'll go with me? They didn't know each other very well, but Quickstep knew him to be easy enough to get along with and of course, his clan leader, so disrespect was obviously out of the question. ... Mostly. Quickstep seemed to have a talent for getting himself into hot water, no matter who was presently accompanying him. The tom trotted over to Fleetstar, bowing his head quickly in greeting, before meowing, "'Ello, Fleetstar. I was wondering if I could go hunting.. and since you're the first cat who woke up, would you wanna come with me?" He glanced up at the sky and the sun peeking timidly through the clouds. "I bet it'll stop raining soon, and the prey'll start coming out in time for us to fill up the fresh-kill pile." He flicked his tail and smiled, really really hoping that Fleetstar wouldn't tell him to go wake a patrol or something. Dragging his wet and grumpy clan mates around was now seeming like a really bad idea. |
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Post by CLICHÉ on Jul 19, 2011 4:49:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Siggies/fleetstar2-1.png]Fleetstar crinkled his nose further, nosing at the fresh-kill pile a few more times. He was sure that what was left would soon become a home to maggots if someone didn't eat them. Prey was never suppose to go to waste, but honestly, who would want to eat anything that was drenched in water -unless it was a fish of course. No one, that's who. Even fish had the tendency to become stringy after they had begun to dry in the sun and then were drenched again. Grunting, he lashed his tail back and forth as the rain hit his body. He didn't mind the rain so much. Much like taking a swim, it always made it seem like all his problems were being washed away. Of course he knew it wasn't true, but it was nice to think that just for a moment it was possible, don't you think? Flattening his ears, he shifted his eyes to look at Stormwhisper's den, wondering for a moment if she was even in there.
His head suddenly whipped around when he heard Quickstep. Had the tom seen him staring at the medicine cat's den? His fur bristled slightly, but he forced himself to relax. After all, even if the tom had seen him, he wouldn't know what was going through his head. He could of.. simply been looking at the medicine cats den. Turning his head away from the tom, he rolled his eyes at himself. He was working himself up for no reason. The clan was going to begin thinking something was going on if he didn't relax around them. And nothing was even going on between him and Stormwhisper, that's what made his reactions three times as mouse-brain. Grunting, he turned his head back to look at Quickstep once more, flicking rain water from his tail.
He dipped his head kindly at the warrior before plopping down into a sit, rolling back his shoulders. Perking his ears curiously, he twitched his tail. Since when had any cat asked him for permission to go hunting? The river was so close, he had never really required any of his warriors to ask if they could go. Ah, so he wanted him to go. Looking around the camp slowly, he noted that no other cat was out and about yet. "You know as well as I do that the fish are always out. Rain or shine." He said curtly and stood up, shaking out his coat and glancing at the medicine cats den before sighing. "Oh, why not." He said and stood up, trotting down the entrance and beckoning with his tail for Quickstep to follow.
Staring at the river, he flicked his ears nervously. The rain was causing the river to rise. He would have to make sure to keep an eye on it while he was out. If it didn't go down, he would have to move the clan to higher ground, and that was always a hassle. Sighing, he looked at the stepping stones, grumbling when he saw the river water lapping over them violently. It was more dangerous to try and cross the stones and slip off then to just swim across. He slipped into the water then, pushing his back legs against the bank to launch himself as far into the river as he could. Paddling against the current, he pull himself out and shake off, looking back at Quickstep.
notes ~ blahh, sorry this took so long dear.
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