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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2023 0:20:40 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/80/a6/5d/80a65d0db3b7c3f266efcfc07414dfe1~jpg swiftwind
After successfully downing a rather large rabbit (for leafbare), Swiftwind felt an itch to go out on his own for a while. He'd considered inviting Houndjaw along but wasn't sure how the tom would feel about straying from clan lands.
What once was a lush and bright field of flowers was now frozen and brown, causing his calico fur to stick out quite obviously. He stretched his long legs out, claws digging into the cold earth as he wondered what he could do out here. Swiftwind had always been curious about the barn cats and the other rogues that lived nearby but wasn't forward enough to just show up where they lived. Perhaps one would be nearby and stumble upon him. Hopefully a pretty one. He thought to himself with a chuckle.
The cold emptiness of the field made him shudder a bit, remembering the ghost stories the elders would tell the kits and apprentices about an ancient battle that took place there. He could recall vowing to never set paw in this place, but the story seemed sadder now from his perspective. If the bones of cats really were beneath his paws, their names had been long forgotten. As he stared at the ground, he noticed one of the shriveled plants looked a bit familiar. "Burdock?" he whispered to himself, moving closer to investigate. The scent, ingrained in his memory from a bad experience as an apprentice, hit him when he pressed his nose to the ground. Perhaps Maplefrost would find it useful. Maybe then the grumpy bastard would have to be sweet enough to say thank you. He chuckled and began scraping at the base of the plant, trying to uncover it.
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Post by bones on Nov 21, 2023 11:47:17 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/52R2g6S4/hazelstreamposting~png #s://i~postimg~cc/52R2g6S4/hazelstreamposting~png | hazelstream, Pick a star on the dark horizon
and follow the light.
You'll come back
When it's over...
No need to say goodbye
[helpful babe here] |
In the Leaf-Bare, the tunnels were some of the warmest places in Prairieclan territory, but they could easily a get a bit cramped. After making particularly good head away in a section near the border - in spite of Cinderstar's open dislike for tunneling and those that made it their livelihood - Father had suggested going out and getting some fresh air. After winding their way through a variety of passageways and holes, the chocolate tabby had popped up near here - the flower field was always lovely in Newleaf and Greenleaf, but this time of where everything was covered in snow. But there had been a flash of color - red and black - and the familiar scent of a clanmate had wafted by... So, here they were. Their wide eyes crinkled at the smile they offered Swiftwind, head tilting a bit to the side as they consider what he's going... Uncovering up something? Curious but mindful, they reached out tentatively to swipe away some for the snow on the ground. "What're we digging up?" |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2023 13:55:05 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/80/a6/5d/80a65d0db3b7c3f266efcfc07414dfe1~jpg #s://i~pinimg~com/564x/80/a6/5d/80a65d0db3b7c3f266efcfc07414dfe1~jpg swiftwind
The tom lifted his head at the sound of his name, his muzzle covered in dirt. He was pleased when his gaze fell in the warm smile of Hazelstream. "Hazelstream! Don't you look lovely today," he offered them a bright smile in return. "I'm not completely certain, but I think I found some burdock." Swiftwind turned back to the plant as the tunneller began to inspect the ground. It would certainly be a bit embarrassing if he were wrong, but he was no medicine cat. "Maplefrost uses the roots I think. Maybe your tunneller claws would do better than mine." He sat back and watched the other cat, inviting them to try to get through the frozen ground.
He'd notice the dirt that was littered throughout the cat's fur and raised a brow. "Did you just come from a tunnel somewhere?" It had been curious that he hadn't hurt their approach or scented them at all. He'd never been underground before, a bit too skittish and claustrophobic. It was crazy to think that below his paws there was a network of pathways they regularly traveled through.
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Post by bones on Nov 23, 2023 19:04:35 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/52R2g6S4/hazelstreamposting~png | hazelstream, Pick a star on the dark horizon
and follow the light.
You'll come back
When it's over...
No need to say goodbye
[hazel: we can be wrong together <3] |
Part of being an older sibling, Hazelstream has learned, is controlling impulses to dote on agemates or youthful cats; like now, when Swiftwing compliments them, all the chocolate tabby can see if the dirt on his nose - and they have to ignore the eager to swipe it off. The thought of making of fuss about him being dirty would be hypocritically funny, though, especially when they are not only covered in muck but smell like fresh soil too. They chuckle at his flattery, dropping down on to their belly; they eye the plant between the two of them and how it rests between his paws. Honestly, they're not the most knowledge about plants either - but what's the worst that could happen? If they're wrong, Maplefrost will likely show the two of them what actually burdock looks like and they'll know better for next time! "It's the thought that counts," the tunneller reassures Swiftwind, watching him move back to let them have a go, "If he really gets upset, just tell him I dug it up."As the calico tom goes on to explain, they press their paw-pads into the dirt. Just as they thought: frozen, likely a layer of permafrost to contend with; a good reason why, during this season, new tunnels were not dug - only current ones improved on. "I'll give it a go," they nod, "though you're welcome to help - just be careful, frozen earth can pull claws easily if you're not careful."Pushing aside more fallen snow to reveal more dirt, they start to pry at the hard ground with just their paws - once they break through the harder stuff, they'd get out the claws. They flick an ear in acknowledgement of his question, taking a bit before answering... "Yep." The "p" pops as they pause, taking a moment to flex their cold toes before continuing, a faint smile still tugging at their muzzle; "Not too near - well within clan borders - but close by..." |
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