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Post by absurdjinx on Jun 17, 2024 14:21:17 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/xYyzs4v/moose~jpg | moosespring, "what good is livin' the life you've been given
if all you do is stand in one place" |
Moosespring trailed behind his patrolmates, glancing from side to side and while it may have looked like he was scanning his surroundings, searching for potential threats, he was really just admiring the scenery. He was supposed to be hunting, but he was struggling to focus today. He didn’t think there was any particular reason for his lack of concentration. One of his patrolmates had already caught a shrew and a mouse, and the other had successfully delivered a killing bite to a massive squirrel. They’d buried their prey somewhere, but Moosespring couldn’t remember exactly where. Beneath one of the many luxuriant bramble bushes within MistClan’s territory, maybe? He hoped his patrolmates were paying attention, because he certainly wasn’t. His pace slowly decreased until he came to a halt, the mouth-watering scent of a finch drifting across his path. Moosespring should probably try to catch something so his clanmates wouldn’t consider him completely useless. Locating his patrolmates not too far ahead of him, he called out, “ You two go on ahead. I’ll catch up,” They both glanced back at him, told him to be careful, and then continued onward. Moosespring carefully started in the direction of the smell, avoiding snapping any twigs and disturbing any leaves. When the finch became visible through the mist, he lowered himself into a crouch and inched toward it, gaze firmly locked onto his target. Where did that root come from? He hit the ground with a grunt, his chin smacking against another protruding root. Moosespring looked up in time to see the finch taking off into the sky, but he was more concerned about his aching jaw. Groaning, he stood up and glared at the outstretched, winding root he’d tripped over. A frustrated sigh escaped him as he rocked back on his haunches, head hanging in defeat. As Moosespring silently berated himself, he suddenly recalled why he was having such an off day. He was the type of cat who needed a full night’s rest or else he struggled to function well the next day. He’d slept poorly, bittersweet memories from his past racing through his mind. Before Moosespring could think of a way to distract himself from his thoughts, a noise alarmed him. He sharply raised his head and stared in the direction of the sound. “ Hello?” |
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Post by cosmic on Jun 30, 2024 20:29:01 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/RhAX3Xd~png
Creeklily, as she had usually found herself, was off in the territory by herself. Valerianpaw was off on a patrol without her currently. She didn't want her apprentice to become reliant on her mentor accompanying her. It was important to work with cats that maybe she wouldn't get along with, though Creeklily could take the same advice perhaps.
But here she was, trying to at least spend her time hunting to bring something back to the clan. All her friends and allies were currently busy, so it was a solo mission for her now. Of course, being alone always brought her a certain amount of anxiety, terrified she would find herself in a position as she had with Silktuft's passing. If she heard a cat in the distance, she couldn't determine if she would actually race toward the sound this time. It was a sin against the warrior code, she knew. All she wanted was to appease her ancestors in StarClan. But, the worry of being the only cat to come across a fallen clanmate brought more fear than anything else could.
Except, the finch that rustled some brush in the distance. That did scare her. Obviously, she had likely ran too close to the patrol, and it wouldn't do her any good to sneak away and cause more prey to run deeper in the forest. Following the flight of the bird, she approached with gentle footsteps, hoping to not suddenly scare the cat that she would find. But, certainly, it was a cat that she was really hoping that she wouldn't have ran into today.
"Hello, Moosespring," she muttered as she emerged from the vegetation after called out to her. He looked well, considering that hadn't actually spoken since the war. Creeklily had been an acquantance to Moosespring, given his closeness to her brother and the fact that he was her sister's mate as well. A closeness that she hadn't expected Troutstream to have told her about. Ever since that night that her brother talked to her, and after his death in the war, she didn't try to catch her previous companion's gaze. Her comfort was for Shellnose after their breakup.
But here he was, right in front of her.
"That's not the Moosespring I know. That finch would have normally not stood a chance against your jump," she gently poked at him. Not to embarrass him, but to hopefully lighten the mood after she saw the evidence of a fall. "Are you okay? Perhaps I can help you track it down, or look for more prey while I'm out here with you." With him, a friend of her past life... before the war destroyed everything. |
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