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Post by absurdjinx on Apr 27, 2024 14:48:11 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/nnqfPhh/rowan~jpg | rowanheart, "don't stop the skies
let them rain, let them pour" |
Rowanheart had a very rough leaf-bare, but with new-leaf came a newfound optimism. He’d spent much of the last season moping, rarely leaving his nest except for his patrols and chores. He was usually enthusiastic to do everything and anything, even his duties, but Rowanheart had just seemed like a shell of himself, going through the motions. He couldn’t tell anyone why he’d been so dispirited, which only made him feel worse. He couldn’t tell anyone he was mates with a MistClan cat, Junipernose, or that the kits she’d lost in the first moon of leaf-bare were also his. It felt an awful lot like drowning, or what he thought drowning felt like, keeping these painful secrets to himself. Somehow, recently, it looked like he’d found himself again - or at least some of himself. There was a slight skip in Rowanheart’s step as he crossed the clearing with Rosewhisker trailing behind him. They’d been assigned to a hunting patrol together. A small one, sure, but they’d both be able to focus on hunting since they weren’t going any farther than the conifer forest around camp. Rowanheart wouldn’t have to be on high alert, scanning the sky every few moments for threats while Rosewhisker tracked prey. He could just be on normal alert. Plus, he got to spend time with Rosewhisker, which didn’t happen often, so he was pretty excited to hunt with her. Hopefully she wouldn’t say anything about his poor hunting skills when he inevitably failed to catch something. As he slipped out of camp, he glanced over his shoulder at Rosewhisker and said, “ This is gonna go great! I’m feeling good about this patrol. But uh, maybe you should take the lead?” A sheepish smile found its way onto his face before he looked forward again. Rowanheart didn’t know where any of the best hunting spots were in the pine forest, but he was sure Rosewhisker knew exactly where they were. “ On our way there, maybe you can tell me how you’ve been?” He was aware she liked to focus on her duties, which could get quite monotonous, but maybe something interesting had happened on one of her patrols? Maybe someone had caught her eye? As her brother, Rowanheart should know these things. |
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Post by adrian on May 4, 2024 10:07:46 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/Js3FQwz/rose~jpg It wasn't unfair to say that Rosewhisker was worried about Rowanheart. Though the two of them were not as close as she had been with Russetpaw, he was family. And his gloominess didn't go unnoticed by her, even if she refrained from commenting or reaching out in any significant manner. She wasn't trying to be cold, but when she was upset she wanted space. He might, too.She wasn't certain yet if it was more or less worrying that he was cheerful, now.In comparison to the pep in his step, Rosewhisker was as she always was: smooth, unapproachable, and self-assured. Every step she took was poised. She was a hunter, after all. Quiet steps made for much better results when tracking down prey.She couldn't exactly say that Rowanheart's steps were quiet, but maybe they'd go for birds today. Prey in flight or on low branches of trees might not feel him coming. With that in mind, she nodded to indicate that she would take the lead. She assumed she would, anyway, which maybe was a sign of her own arrogance, she allowed."This way," she said. "There's a small clearing where birds feed.""On our way there, maybe you can tell me how you’ve been?" Rowanheart asked, obviously trying to get her to chat.Well, that was fine. It'd been awhile. "Well enough, considering everything that's happened," she said, sparing only a brief thought to the turmoil after Wolfstar and later the Kingdom. "Hunting has been decent, despite the weather. But we keep smelling loners on patrols. Not directly in the territory, but close enough to be cautious." |
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Post by absurdjinx on May 22, 2024 7:31:50 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/nnqfPhh/rowan~jpg | rowanheart, "don't stop the skies
let them rain, let them pour" |
Rowanheart was more than happy to let Rosewhisker take the lead and he slowed so his littermate could move ahead of him. He tried picturing the clearing she was talking about, but it quickly proved to be a futile attempt. Instead, he focused on trying to form a stronger bond with her. He knew Rosewhisker wasn’t the chattiest cat in the valley, but he also knew how much she loved her family. Surely she’d humor him, especially with how downcast he must’ve looked to everyone the past few moons. Rowanheart frowned at the thoughts of his mate and their children, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a small smile as Rosewhisker answered his question. This was nice. Fond amusement washed over him as he swiftly realized how she didn’t really give away personal details, but rather shared information about the weather and patrols. Rowanheart listened closely anyway. If Rosewhisker felt it was important enough to mention it, then of course he’d pay attention. Loners wandering too close to the borders, huh? He’d heard some other warriors say similar things, but he hadn’t thought too much about it since the loner scent hadn’t been detected within the borders. However, if Rosewhisker thought it was worth being wary about, then Rowanheart would start keeping an eye out for outsiders near or in RidgeClan territory. “ Oh, yes,” Rowanheart started. “ I haven’t scented one myself, but I’ve heard of it from clanmates who have. I haven’t any clue why loner activity is increasing, though as long as they stay out of our territory, I guess there’s not much to be done about it.” It wasn’t like RidgeClan patrols could dictate who went where outside their borders. “ As much as I enjoy listening to you go on and on about patrols, I was kinda hoping you’d have something a little more riveting to share. Don’t you have anything exciting going on in your life? Or are you still the most boring cat in the entire valley?” he teased, flashing her a smirk. Rowanheart wasn’t trying to be mean; he simply thought he’d play the role of the annoying sibling. |
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