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Post by auburn on Jun 1, 2015 21:39:18 GMT -4
Rookjaw had not been in the camp for quite some time. He was a lone creature, by definition, and his idea of a perfect day was one in isolation. That did not mean, however, that the feline was unable to be around others, simply, he preferred time to himself. The long lanky black warrior rose and stretched like an old and tired tree but with the grace of a panther. He turned his head towards the camp and decided that it was time to discuss certain issues that had been occurring... how thoroughly enjoyable. At least the deformed individual would see what the leader was made of, given that remarkably they had not spoken extensively, or at least frequently enough. " Hello, Harestar. If I may have a word with you?" His voice was cool, subtle and betrayed no hint of emotion or technicality; it simply existed in the space between the air and the pale grey sky. LYSSA, @harestar, @rookjaw MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by LYSSA on Jun 1, 2015 22:10:27 GMT -4
harestar's return was announced by a rustling of the gorse where the tabby leader had chosen to re-enter the camp. since windclan's home was naturally undefended - unlike thunderclan, which had steep walls of stone and bramble thickets serving as defenses; and riverclan, which had two streams sectioning the camp off from the rest of the territory - there was no official entrance or exit to the camp. the hillsides that surrounded windclan's camp were trodden down by generations of pawsteps.
the tabby walked awkwardly, half carrying and half dragging the prey clamped firmly in her jaws. the rabbit was massive, half the size of harestar herself, its pelt a mottled white and brown as it transitioned from its leafbare to greenleaf coat. pride gleamed in her amber eyes as she deposited it on the freshkill pile. the rabbit was large enough to feed several cats, and if there were more like it then she had no doubt windclan would be well-fed in the upcoming season.
she was mulling over whether she should eat before returning to her hunt when approaching pawsteps caught her attention. i suppose my decision has been made for me. harestar thought wryly. she nodded her head respectfully to rookjaw. he was a familiar face, as all her clanmates were, but a distant fellow who harestar didn't know well. rookjaw was, she noted, a cat who enjoyed his solitude. he spoke in a clear voice devoid of any sort of emotion. it was straight and clinical; to the point.
"of course, rookjaw."harestar nosed through the freshkill pile and pulled from it a plump shrew, then dipped her head toward the tallrock and padded off in its direction.
words: 280 tags: auburn notes: i apologize if it seems clunky or weirdly worded, i'm sleepy and my keyboard is being funny.
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Post by auburn on Jun 2, 2015 19:14:24 GMT -4
Rookjaw nodded and began with his opinions, " Obliged. I have been thinking about various aspects of the clans, and it has come across my mind that I have been hearing some... strange noises. I cannot quite pin them down and they seem to be from quite far away but close enough to cause concern. They sounded almost like wild animals. It was unusual, to speak the least of it. I know that I am not hearing things; I am not elderly or infirm, after all." The sleek black tom said with a tone of warning, " It simply appeared wise to bring it to your attention. How is the clan fairing, otherwise?" The lanky figure spoke, his long legs poised together and seated in a manner that was charismatic but not daunting. His long ebony tail curled around his paws as his sharp yellow eyes watched the leader's movements. LYSSA, @harestar, @rookjaw MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by LYSSA on Jun 5, 2015 8:46:45 GMT -4
rookjaw's words were quite alarming, and as harestar settled herself in the shadow of the highrock a troubled expression crept across her narrow face. strange noises could indicate any number of things, many of them not necessarily a threat to the clan. windclan bordered the horseplace after all, and twolegs were constantly swarming about there and making enough noise to scare away prey from there to windclan territory.
harestar began to tuck into the rabbit between her paws, looking thoughtful as she chewed. "oh, i don't think you're hearing things." she cast the warrior a quick, reassuring glance to show that she believed him. "the noises could be nothing at all, but i'd like you to check them out regardless. take a patrol with you - a small one, no apprentices." if the noises were caused by a potential threat to windclan and the patrol was forced to fight, harestar didn't want half-trained cats there.
the tabby leader paused again to take another mouthful of freshkill, then nudged the rabbit toward rookjaw with her nose. "you'll need your strength if you're to go investigate." she added. if she were being honest, the way rookjaw was looking at her was quite unnerving. harestar was used to the gazes of cats. being a leader meant having all eyes on her; harestar had grown used to it quickly, but there was something about rookjaw's sharp eyes that made her fur prickle. perhaps it was the way in which he stared, as if he were picking apart everything about her piece by piece.
shaking off her thoughts, harestar delved into rookjaw's new question. "the clan fares well." a burst of pride swelled in her heart at the knowledge that her clan was doing extremely well. harestar pointed with her muzzle to the freshkill pile. "prey is running aplenty, and all cats are well fed. this season will be good for windclan." (auburn)
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Post by auburn on Jun 6, 2015 19:48:53 GMT -4
Rookjaw did not know what to think of the leader. He valued her as a source of knowledge and was the link to his power. The lanky black tom watched her again with that piercing look. It was simply the way he watched the world, but also the way he dissected other characters. " Seems reasonable. Apprentices are well known for their tendency to wander, useful though they are." Rookjaw did not mind apprentices either way. He believed them to be decent, though nothing more nor less. When the leader offered her subordinate the rabbit he ate it with pleasure. " Perhaps the best tasting rabbit I have had in a while. I appreciate the offering. And as for the status of the clan... I am relieved to here of its success. While I suppose that fluctuation within success is natural and to be expected, the way in which this clan is being upheld is admirable." He paused and continued, " I would like to know, however, what your plans are for this evening? I have done the majority of my duties and given that we are together it would be wise to share some kind of activity." LYSSA, @harestar, @rookjaw MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by LYSSA on Jun 13, 2015 7:54:18 GMT -4
the clan had seen very little twoleg activity since greenleaf had begun; harestar wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. on one hand, no twolegs wandering around meant patrols didn't have to be overly cautious, and the twolegs wouldn't scare windclan's prey away with their noise and stench. still, harestar had to be thankful that there had been little to no signs of them as of late.
"oh yes, the apprentices are useful. i have no doubt about that." windclan certainly had its fair share of serious apprentices, but it also had its share of rambunctious apprentices who didn't know when to keep quiet.harestar wanted a patrol that would take this matter seriously until they could find out if these noise rookjaw reported were any sort of threat to the clan. "if you must, take an older apprentice. at least they might not be so prone to kit-like foolishness and take the patrol seriously." apprentices weren't the only ones who could act foolish at times. while she admired the spirit and strength of her younger warriors, it could be troublesome at times. harestar trusted rookjaw to find like-minded cats, similar to himself, to investigate these noises.
harestar took the opportunity to groom her front paws while rookjaw polished off the rabbit. "and from the looks of the season ahead, there's more where it came from." harestar flicked an ear in the direction of the freshkill pile, where she could see two more rabbits amongst the pickings.
the tabby paused at rookjaw's posed question, looking thoughtful. "i haven't been on the evening patrol in some time." she admitted. "it would be nice to patrol the borders and see just how well our territory is faring." (auburn)
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