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rabbithop.
SkyClan
Posts: 5 
Rank: warrior
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: she cat
Mentor: wolf-step
Played By: athena.
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Post by rabbithop. on Jun 21, 2015 18:34:15 GMT -5
the young warriors paws moved slowly as she traveled through the familiar forest. her head was held high, ears perked as she was ready to catch any sound that dare come toward her. she had already been out on a couple of patrols today, but the day was so nice. the sun was still high in the sky, and there was truly no such thing as too much fresh kill. it gave her an excuse to be out of the camp, to stretch her legs, and put her hunting skills to the test. but, for the first time in a while, she didn't feel like hunting. her ears twitched at the call of a robin that fluttered into the trees as she passed by, but she paid no mind to it. she had already brought back three pieces of fresh kill, though she might pick something up on the way back to the camp. but, for now, she was just out to enjoy the warm green-leaf.
as she made her way through the trees, she finally came to a patch of moss. a yawn wracked the usually spunky and full of energy warrior, and she unsheathed her claws to pull the bits closer together. circling a few times, she used her paw pads and tail to make it into a comfortable nest, before flopping down onto her side in it. she made herself comfortable, her green eyes scanning around the clearing before she turned to her fur. the white was tainted by mud and she used her sandpaper like tongue to clear it. with long smooth strokes, she cleared her fur and left it shiny and neat. only then did the cat lower her head to her paws, trying her best to stay awake, but quickly realizing how heavy her eyelids were. though she allowed herself to slide into a light sleep, her ears remained perk and attentive, too aware of the battle skirmishes to allow herself into a more content, deep sleep.
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beetlewing
SkyClan
Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound
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Post by beetlewing on Jun 24, 2015 15:15:43 GMT -5
Now!
Beetlewing surged forwards, tail streaming out behind him as his paws churned the earth. A squirrel, his prey, was alarmed by the sudden movement but nimbler than the big tom. It beat him to a nearby tree, twirling around the trunk and climbing into branches too thin to hold a big cat. Beetlewing lunged at the trunk, pulling himself up a few kit-lengths off the ground, but it was useless. With a hiss he pushed off the trunk and spun to fall on sturdy paws. He was no great hunter, but that was sloppy even for him! Thankfully, no cat was around to be the wiser. With his would-be catch out of reach he gave up and continued to venture into the forest.
The trees above, so thick with leaves that sunlight dappled the forest floor only in slivers, slowly thinned to let in more light and warmth. Here undergrowth was plentiful and prey was almost always rich. But among the smells of prey was a fresh trace of cat. Rabbithop had come through here and recently too. A shameless social butterfly, Beetlewing thought nothing of abandoning his hunt and following the trail. He didn’t have far to go: the sun lit up the she-cat’s white fur like a beacon. She looked comfortable, snoozing in the moss, but the tension beneath her fur told him her rest was light. That worked fine.
He fell into a sloppy hunter’s crouch and prowled forward, purposefully sweeping his bushy tail against the ground like an untrained apprentice trying the stance for the first time. He didn’t bother to step lightly and seemed to almost purposefully let his paws disturb pebbles and crack twigs. If a cat didn’t know better, they’d think he’d never hunted a day in his life.
“SkyClan’s greatest hunter entered the forest expecting to find prey,” his stage-whisper was louder as most cats’ normal voices, “but instead found a vision from StarClan, surely, for no living cat could be so radiant.” Beetlewing’s whiskers twitched in good humor.
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rabbithop.
SkyClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: she cat
Mentor: wolf-step
Played By: athena.
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Post by rabbithop. on Jun 25, 2015 12:23:30 GMT -5
the young she cats mind was in a daze. she loved this territory, it was so beautiful and the warm sun seemed to burn her fur into the depths of sleep. but, the she cat fought it, making sure to keep her muscles ready just in case someone tried to sneak up on her. rabbithop was pulled from her daydreams when the sound of crumbling leaves and scattering pebbles told her that something - which sounded like a three legged badger - was coming up behind her. she was ready to leap up, but a familiar, toms voice rang in her ears and she decided a lazy peek of one eye was plenty good enough. “SkyClan’s greatest hunter entered the forest expecting to find prey,”the tabby and white she cat let out a snort. last time she checked she was the best hunter in skyclan. she let out a soft purr of amusement at her own mini arrogance and then turned her head to see beetlewing still prowling toward her very sloppily. “but instead found a vision from StarClan, surely, for no living cat could be so radiant. pulling herself back onto her haunches, rabbithop let out another purr of amusement, though this one was loud enough to reach the tom cats ears. "oh, starclan bless you." she meowed sweetly, flattening her ears and bowing her head as though the tom was a king. the she cat rose to her paws, arching her back in a stretch and then walking forward to work the tightness out of her leg muscles. finally, she turned herself back to the tabby tom and lowered her haunches once more, wrapping her tail neatly over her white paws. "then i must be dead, because i have never seen such a tom with radiant fur. it gleams in the sunlight. i thought only starclan cats could do that?" her head tilted playfully and she made sure to swoon her voice was though she was talking to a lifetime long hero.
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beetlewing
SkyClan
Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound
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Post by beetlewing on Jun 26, 2015 18:31:19 GMT -5
Having someone play along with him always earned a purr, a shameless rumbling that could be heard from across the territory. Beetlewing played along with her praise and pulled himself up to his not-unimpressive full height and thrust out his white-furred chest so far that a good wind could probably knock him on his face. "Mothstar may have gotten the leadership skills, dignity, and hunting and fighting abilities, but I like to think I got the looks and personality. Y'know, the important things." He stuck his nose up in the air high enough that looking down on Rabbithop was almost impossible, but didn't stick with his ridiculous pose for long.
His point made, the warrior settled into a more natural sitting position. Aside from what he'd been dragging across the ground his fur was pristine and well-ordered, showing off the grooming he’d had before leaving camp. He twisted around to pull a few leafy bits out of his tail, then let it wrap around him paws with his tip switching lazily back and forth. He wouldn't go so far as to call himself vain, but he didn't like traipsing about covered in filth if he had a chance to tidy himself. “I for one am glad you aren’t dead. If you didn’t being in so much fresh-kill some cat might expect me to hunt and we all know that’s a sad, sad sight. I’m glad to see you taking a break, though,” Beetlewing nodded to the makeshift nest. “I feel like you’ve spent the entire day on patrol.” His paws began to knead the soft moss beneath him as he weighed the pros and cons of a nap. He knew he shouldn’t, not when there was work to be done, but none of it was urgent and it would only be a quick nap.
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rabbithop.
SkyClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: she cat
Mentor: wolf-step
Played By: athena.
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Post by rabbithop. on Jun 26, 2015 18:46:04 GMT -5
I got the looks and personality. Y'know, the important things." the tabby and white she cat snorted at his reply, lashing her tail playfully along the ground, sweeping the dirt and leaves with it, before allowing it to rest on her paws. as the tom lifted his head up, rabbithop quickly dropped into her own crouch, though this one was much neater and quieter than the one the tom had demonstrated only moments before. she moved fast, trying not to give him time to settle back down before creeping along his left side and pouncing at him, pads extended but claws sheathed. if she managed to unbalance him, she lifted her own muzzle with pride before settling back in her own position. if not, she just passed it off as a cool failure. psh, she didn't fail. as the tom settled back into a more comfortable position, she listened as he went off about her hunting and how he would actually have to do some work. a purr rumbled in the tabby she cats throat and she rolled her eyes accordingly as he continued with the humorous little rant. when he had finished, she opened her jaws in a small yawn, the twitched her tail at him. “I feel like you’ve spent the entire day on patrol.” she dipped her head in acknowledgement. it was rare for her to actually take a rest and sometimes, she didn't even think the clan noticed. it felt good to understand that at least beetlewing noticed her hard work. though, she did it out of passion, not just to do it or provide for her. of course those reasons were important too, but she also just loved it. "i love the patrol, but a good nap never hurts." she meowed thoughtfully. her green eyes caught a glimpse of the tabby tom kneading her paws and she swept her tail protectively around it with an amused purr. "tired are we?" she meowed tauntingly before using her fore-paw to push the moss back toward him, then her tail to space it out. she leaned onto her front paws and arched her back in a stretch, another yawn escaping her jaws as she waved her tail behind her. she flopped back onto her belly in the fluffed up moss and wrapped her tail over her paws. "it couldn't hurt.' she meowed, stretching a paw to pat the spot next to her and offer the tom a nap as well. he had been the one to interrupt her.
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beetlewing
SkyClan
Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound
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Post by beetlewing on Jun 27, 2015 17:20:37 GMT -5
A little more alertness might have given him time to avoid the she-cat, but as it was Beetlewing looked just in time to watch her paws give him a shove. Over he went, rolling his clean coat through the muck. He laughed loudly as he toppled, startling a couple of nearby sparrows who cheeped their alarm as they flew off. His eyes shone when he looked up at Rabbithop. “And talented warrior and you’re fun? Be still my silly young heart.”
Beetlewing didn’t take times like these for granted anymore, not since the hard times they faced before they got here. Sure, things were tense now, but at least the Clan was safe, healthy, and fed. And they had time to be silly and enjoy life instead of constantly worrying about surviving another day. His shoulder twitched as some unknown bug crawled through his fur and he stood to give himself a good shake. It didn’t make him clean, but a few stray bits did fall off. Good enough. He was happy to accept the invitation for a nap, settling into the offered spot and pushing and tugging the moss to suit him. He loved a soft sleeping spot, even though he was known to sleep anywhere that wasn’t completely submerged. “And kind. How do you not have every tom in the forest sniffing around?” Moving on his side his stretched to his full length to the point of even extending his claws. Stretch accomplished, he finally succumbed to the peer pressure a released a monstrous yawn.
The sounds of the forest were familiar after so many moons. It felt like his home now as much as the one he’d been born into. “Someday there won’t be a SkyClan cat who remembers living anywhere but here,” he thought aloud. Realizing how serious he’d sounded, he tried to laugh it off. “See? So tired I’m sleep talking already.”
(I yawned so many times writing this. Darn you!)
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rabbithop.
SkyClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: she cat
Mentor: wolf-step
Played By: athena.
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Post by rabbithop. on Jun 30, 2015 14:08:02 GMT -5
rabbithop let out a purr of amusement as the tom went flying out from under her and into a bunch of muck. her purr of laughter was loud and obnoxious, enough to scare away any prey that was lurking nearby. Be still my silly young heart beetlewing purred and the tabby she cat rolled her eyes sarcastically. the tom was such a flirt it was hard to tell if he was just being himself or actually making a move. she was going to go with the first one and make no note of it. the tom pulled himself out of the dirt and shook out his coat, though it really did him no good as he was still a rotten mess. the she cat eyed beetlewing curiously as he flopped himself down in the moss beside her. he stretched out as far as he could go, claws extending until a giant yawn shook his body and he relaxed. once again, the she cat rolled her eyes but offered a brief purr of amusement before ducking her own head down to her paws. she allowed her fur to gently brush against his, as most denmates would do for comfort, warmth, or mostly just out of habit. beetlewing wasn't her favorite cat, but he was kind and rabbithop had grown fond of him over the travels, even if he wasn't fully clan. “Someday there won’t be a SkyClan cat who remembers living anywhere but here,”rabbithop's ears flicked attentively as the tom murmured sleepily beside her. he continued on about sleep talking, but the tabby she cat was interested in the words he had spoken, as they held a lot of truth in them. she turned her head to the tom cat's shoulder, licking at a patch of crackled leaves that knotted his pelt as she thought about how to reply to his statement. "it might be for the best." she meowed thoughtfully, twitching her ears, before starting at another patch of knotted fur on beetlewing. "they won't have to feel like outcasts or deal with the shunning and horrible stares of the other clans. they wouldn't have to worry about sending their kits on patrols where one bad step could send them into a dangerous skirmish that isn't even necessary..." her voice trailed off and she rose her pale gaze to the sky before resting on her muzzle on the tom's shoulders behind his neck. "who knows. it could be so much more peaceful, if there is such a thing as peace."with a deep sigh, the she cat closed her eyes, trying to put out all of the heavy memories that lurked in the back of her mind.
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beetlewing
SkyClan
Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound
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Post by beetlewing on Jun 30, 2015 19:32:38 GMT -5
Beetlewing snorted at the thought. Peaceful was going on patrol with his father and feeling like he could run forever, where threats came from greedy loners and hungry foxes instead of cats patrolling confining barriers. Still, he couldn’t complain. Here was food and shelter, so long as Mothstar kept them from getting run out. That’s a job that’ll have her old before her time!
The lap of his Clanmate’s tongue soothed any troubled thoughts out of his silly head. “‘Course there is,” he muttered, pushing himself closer to the she-cat. A fly buzzed somewhere around his rump and he flicked it lazily with his tail but couldn’t be bothered to do more. “Just gotta be patient. Very patient. Lifetimes of patient.” He stretched out a leg and sighed. Was Hawkstar watching him now? Probably not. He had better things to do up in StarClan than scold his laziest kit. Can’t hear you, anyways. He’d hunt on his way back anyways and bring back something. And if he didn’t, well, his size wasn’t all fluff; he could stand to skip a meal. Swatting again, just in case the fly was still buzzing around, his tail came to rest across Rabbithop’s flank.
Not long after his breathing started to come deep and evenly. Sleep had come to Beetlewing, deeper than perhaps was wise outside the camp but light enough to be roused if need be.
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