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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 10, 2017 19:21:58 GMT -5
The moor. Swiftclaw paused as he stepped out of the camp, giving himself some time to take in and appreciate the sheer size of the Windclan territory. He was sure that cats from different clans had similar thoughts, that their territory was the most beautiful and the best one to live in. But Swiftclaw was sure that Windclan was the luckiest, no other clan could gaze at it from their camp and see all the ridges and brush that dotted the landscape. Unfortunately, the effects of drought were visible on Windclan's land. Most of the plants were a golden colour and had spindly, dry branches. He missed the deep greens of the moor plants, and the fields of purple heather. Ready to start the patrol, Swiftclaw took a large step forward. The dry plant life under his paw made a horrible crunching sound, and he flinched slightly as if he had been struck by an invisible force. The tom was clearly pained by how malnourished everything was, to see his home in such ruins. " At least it can't get any deader..." He whispered to no one in particular, turning to Deerpath to give her a small smile. The gray and white tom seemed more relaxed now than he had in the camp, less serious. He was still a little upset that he and Spiderpath hadn't gotten to go hunting together, but Deerpath wasn't so bad, and he was sure that he'd have fun with the other warrior. Looking back at the she-cat and flicking his head ahead of them, a gesture signalling for her to follow, Swiftclaw began to head towards the border they shared with Riverclan. As they trekked across the large expanse of land and headed towards the border, Swiftclaw couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach. The ground was dry and crunched with each step. Stealth was definitely not an option, the hunting warriors would need to use speed if they wanted to catch anything. And while this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he was sure that those warrior's energy would be almost completely depleted by the time they headed back to the camp, and they would probably have to eat most of what they caught just to keep their strength. Swiftclaw paused for a moment and sniffed the air, trying to see if he could smell any prey. The air was dry and still, seemingly almost as dead as the plant life. Any prey was not near where the small patrol was, hopefully they could find some the closer they reached the border. " Here we are," Swiftclaw began, breaking the silence and bowing in front of Deerpath, " You can do the honors my lady." He purred, a grin appearing on his white and gray face. purerubydragon |
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 10, 2017 19:44:33 GMT -5
Deerpath followed Swiftclaw silently, her steps just a tad more gentle than his. But even her light pads made the foilege crunch under paw. When Swiftclaw made his retort about the land there was a pang of empathy that made Deerpath's ears go back. She reached out to comfortingly press her side against his, but he padded on before she could do so. The toribe followed, till the reached the boarder.
The grass her was a little more tender than closer to camp. Just a more filled by the river, although it could hardly be called a river right now. She wondered how hungry those cats must be with the water depleted so much. "I wonder if they've been temped to cross the boarder." She muttered half to herself.
Deerpath was taken from her thoughts by Swiftclaw's polite guesture. She daintly passed him touching her tail against his back and trotted forward.
There was no point for stealth, impossible to tread silently with the reeds as crips as they were. Once they had padded a short distance, the ground sloped downward and was more littered with shrubs and bushes. There was a likly chance to find smaller prey in this part of the territory than any other.
Pricking her ears as a flat part of the river, she turned to Swiftclaw and gestured in it's direction. Care for a drink? she said brightly. мικαcнʋ ,
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 11, 2017 8:15:03 GMT -5
Swiftclaw stiffened slightly when Deerpath ran her tail along his back as he bowed, and once she passed hm he straightened up and looked at her as she continued forward. Most she-cats didnt react like she had, they would usually dismiss his words and continue, leaving the white and gray tom unacknowledged, or they would stop, look at him, and proceed to giggle as they away blushing. He had never minded the latter, thinking that those she-cats were sweet and cute, but there was something mature about Deerpath, and the large tom continued to smile as he pressed onwards. Swiftclaw relaxed as he stood at the top of he little mound, feeling more comfortable around the she-cat. He had been a little hesitant to go out with her, but so far the patrol wasn't half bad. He was enjoying it actually. Waving his tail as it stood high, like the dry reeds that refused to die and wilt away, Swiftclaw began to follow Deerpath, increasing his speed as to keep up with her. His paws made crunching sounds as he stepped on the dry undergrowth, crisp from the lack of water and the burning sun. He didn't study his surroundings as they continued, ignoring the various shrubs and bushes that littered the landscape as his lively eyes focused on his companion. Swiftclaw slowed down as the ground became smoother, and he slowly padded beside Deerpath and smiled at her. They both shared bright green eyes, though his were nearing a hazel color, as they were mottled with yellowish hues, and hers were like the plants in the middle of spring, a pure, beautiful color. He turned to the river as she spoke, surprised st how calm it seemed. Perhaps this was another affect of the drought, the river seemed was much more calm than usual, and one section of it was nearly still. " Of course." Swiftclaw purred, stepping towards the edge of the river. His crouched down, as if he were hunting before glancing back at Deerstep. He wouldn't drink until she took the first sip. purerubydragon |
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 13, 2017 13:46:14 GMT -5
The water was cool and refreshing against Deerpath's tongue. Even though it had a muggy tang to it, she could feel the solvents of sand and river muck grinding around her mouth even after she swallowed. She tried to remain jovial for Swiftclaw's sake, but it was hard tasting for herself the evidence that things were getting worse not better.
She opened her mouth to make conversation but paused, flicking her tail once. Only in this moment did she realize she didn't know Swiftclaw very well. He was a loyal and brave warrior of Windclan just like herself. Even in their tight community, many cats remained aloof, or simply not very close. Maybe she could change that now.
She purred. "So, Moss-star might have to choose a new deputy soon. Know any cat who would qualify?" Her voice was playful and cheery. She pricked her ears in his direction, clearly implying she suspected it would be Swiftclaw. She sat up on her haunches and wrapped her tail delicately around her front paws. Her throat already felt dry again with the sun rising higher. The grit still slashed around in her mouth making the river equally as unappetizing. To her relief, just being next to the water like this made the air feel cooler. Deerpath didn't mind the bit of relief from the heat.
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 13, 2017 22:54:47 GMT -5
As Deerpath bent down to lap at the water, Swiftclaw watched her for a moment before lowering his own head. Despite the scorching heat, the water was cool, and he let it touch his muzzle before opening his mouth and taking a sip. He didn't notice the grime immediately, but soon cringed as the taste of dirt became more apparent in his mouth, and he could almost feel it resting in the corners of his mouth and on his rough tongue. Despite this, Swiftclaw continued to drink. He wasn't sure when the next time he would have a drink, and the next time he did it would probably contain more mud than this. Swiftclaw swirled his ears around as Deerpath started to speak, and he slowly turned his head to face the she-cat. He straightened himself, standing at full height before he sat down, studying Deerpath. He noticed her point her ears at him, as if she expected him to take up the open role, but he felt unsure for a moment. He had the combat skills, he had some experience, but was he deputy material? Sighing, Swiftclaw opened his mouth to respond to Deerpath. He wasn't sure who his sister would chose, but he knew he could be sure of her judgement. And if she did decide to make him deputy, he would not disappoint her. He would help her make Windclan strong! " I'm honestly not sure. It will be a difficult job, especially in the drought. Tensions will be high. But..." Swiftclaw paused for a moment, as if he was deep in thought, " but I'm sure Mossstar will choose someone who's right for the job. Someone big, strong, white with gray patches..." Swiftclaw trailed off chuckling, smiling, and nudging Deerpath, doing his best to make it obvious that he was joking with the she-cat. purerubydragon |
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 14, 2017 14:21:38 GMT -5
Deerpath purred with laughter "Well, IF I was leader, I would chose you" She leaned away from him with ammusement continuing the light hearted ness of their conversation. But was dead serious about her opinion. Although she would respect Moss-star's choice whomever it was Deerpath was confident that Swiftclaw was clearly the right option. There was a twinge of disappointment somewhere deep in her heart. A younger version of Deerpath might let her ambitions get the best of her, and be jealous. But Deerpath just took it as a sign that she needed to work harder,
She leaned close to him and nudged him to his feet, flicking her tail to single that the should continue the patrol. Before padding off she paused, the edge of her pelt brushing his.
She trotted slowly though still enjoying being so close to the water and the shade of trees where it was cooler. Walking directly beside him so they could continue there conversation. "So, " She started, clearly still joking "Who would YOU pick as deputy then?" Her eyes narrorwed judgmentally, and there was a mischevious purr in his throat as if she just asked him who he was thinking of asking to be his mate. мικαcнʋ, |
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 14, 2017 15:59:24 GMT -5
" Thank you." Swiftclaw purred, a look of pure joy lighting up his green eyes as Deerpath laughed.His attitude now was starkly different from what he and been like at the beginning of the patrol, where he had been a little more reserved and even sad at the state of his territory. Now, Swiftclaw was happy and jovial, the tom was deeply enjoying his conversation with Deerpath, and he was happy that Mossstar had instructed him to go on a patrol. If she hadn't, he would be speaking to Deerpath. As she nudged him, Swiftclaw stood up as the torbie signalled that they should continue the patrol. As she brushed her pelt against his when she padded off, he stayed in place for a moment, watching her, before trotting to walk beside her. If they had been in a larger patrol, Swiftclaw might have felt some annoyance that she was leading when he had been assigned to lead the patrol. But the large tom was enthralled and curious with Deerpath, whom he had not spoken to a lot before. She was calm, gentle, and regal. And even though Swiftclaw was a skilled warrior, due to his large size, strength, and a combination of both training and innate talent, he felt like Deerpath had the capability to embarrass him with speed and wit if it ever came to a fight. He could almost imagine it, her sitting down gracefully, licking her mottled paw as he lay on the ground looking like an idiot. " Who would I pick... that's a good question," Swiftclaw chuckeld in response to Deerpath, a joking expression on his face. Who would he choose? He wanted to be as honest as possible with his answer, even though she was clearly joking. He wasn't sure why, maybe he was overthinking the question. Dawnthroat was an experienced warrior, but he didn't seem to enjoy anyone's company but his sister's. Spiderpath was a patient she-cat, and he loved his sister dearly, but was she leader material? In Swiftclaw's mind, there was only one option left, and he put a smooth smile on his face, before responding in a serious, suave tone, " I would choose you." purerubydragon |
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 15, 2017 21:15:44 GMT -5
Deerpath's ears grew hot with a sudden embarrassment. It was just a little unexpected, surely there were better cat's suited. "Is that so?" She nudged his shoulder again while they padded next to one another. She couldn't look him in the eyes as she did so tho. It must have just been the heat that was making her pelt hot and her movements fidgety, at least that's what she was telling herself.
Her voice was less steady than it had been a moment ago. "Windclan really must be in trouble then." She joked. Deerpath's throat purred loudly, she couldn't suppress it if she tried, not that she was trying to.
The rounded the the edge of Riverclan territory, they were near four trees now and the land would start to slop upwards to return to Windclan's camp. Deerpath was hopeful to find some prey near the river, just as desperate for water as they were, but there was no such luck.
Leaping over a short log that blocked there path, she turned to wait for Swifclaw to do that same, and watching his clear the log her whiskers twisted with satisfaction and she smiled sweetly.
Prey or no prey, the patrol wasn't a waste in the slightest.
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 16, 2017 11:41:54 GMT -5
Swiftclaw's ears flicked forward when Deerpath responded, purring as she did. A smile grew across his face, and his bright eyes lit up with a flicker of happiness and amusement as his companion lost her composure. Swiftclaw was a natural flirt, there was no way he or any of his clanmate s could deny that, but he couldn't deny that he wasn't enjoying Deerpath's company, all flirting aside. She was a kind she-cat, and he would definitely like to get to know her better. Noticing that her voice was less steady than it had been previously, Swiftclaw nudged her gently and purred, chuckling as she joked with him. " I think we'd be in trouble without you, you're a good warrior Deerpath." Swiftclaw complimented, his voice more serious and less flirty now. She was a good warrior, one who Swiftclaw would be proud to fight and hunt beside. There was more to her than he had expected, and even though this was the only time he had really gotten to know her, he felt comfortable around her. Now, the four trees were in view, and the duo were very close to the Riverclan border. Swiftclaw paused for a moment to sniff the air, hoping to find some prey that he and Deerpath could catch. The only scent that he could smell was the dry, dusty air and the lingering scent of Riverclan's scent, which lacked its usual fishy scent. The two continued, now closer to the Windclan camp. The patrol was almost over. Swiftclaw could almost see the camp, and he flicked his ears, disappointed. He was sure that he and Deerpath would have more opportunities to speak in the camp, but it wouldn't be the same as speaking out on the moor. Watching as Deerpath leaped over a nearby log, Swiftclaw couldn't help but smile as he admired her grace and elegance. He leaped over the log too, smiling as he landed next to her. " Should we head back or do you want to stay out here for a little bit?" He pondered, a smile on his face. Either way, it didn't matter to Swiftclaw. He was just happy that he had gotten to spend some time with Deerpath. purerubydragon |
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 16, 2017 13:35:07 GMT -5
Deerpath was not a natural flirt herself, but she was not naive either. She found it strange, that her ears grew hot and her whiskers fidgety at Swiftclaw's compliment. It wasn't like she hadn't been complimented before, one warrior to another. She was sure even Swiftclaw himself had acknowledged a skillful hunt or well placed training move once or twice. It felt diffrent now. And just like the sun beating down on her pelt made her feel a little uncomfortable and out of her element, she welcomed the warmth and excitement that it made bubble in her belly. Like an apprentice being taken to see the territory for the first time. Deerpath felt strangely saddened by the thought of the end of the patrol. She tried to think of some excuse that they could stay out. To hunt maybe? But there was already a hunting patrol out. And if they took to long there clan mates might assume something bad had happened. "We should probably head back." Deerpath's drooped ever so slightly as she spoke. She said the words in calmly, but let her disappointment through a little. It was nice to spend so much time alone with Swiftclaw. She sat down on the grass for just a moment and looked at him. She purred again doing so. "You know...this was fun. Deerpath felt like she wanted to say more, but Starclan must have forbid it because no words came. She just purred, enjoying the moment, the quite, the open moor, the warmth that came from the sun and from heart. There was a light breeze that smoothed her fur for a moment, it felt amazing in under the hot sun. мικαcнʋ , |
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 16, 2017 18:09:49 GMT -5
As Deerpath answered his question, Swiftclaw nodded, giving her a small smile. He noted that her ears had drooped ever so slightly, and he took it as a positive sign. Not that it was a good thing that she was disappointed, but it was good to Swiftclaw that she was responding well to his flirts. He had killed two rabbits with one paw swipe, he had managed to swoon Deerpath and figure out that he genuinely enjoyed her company. Swiftclaw moved infront of her and sat as Deerpath sat down. He wanted to be able to look at her, and see her smile. " It was fun. We should do this again, a patrol with just the two of us." He responded, a smile growing on his face as he pictured going on a patrol with a Deerpath again. He could imagine it, the drought would be over and the territory would be lush and full of flowers and prey. The river would be full of water, and they could take a sip without the taste of grime being present. The sun would warm their coats, and they could lie down in the grass and just relax, free of worries. As his imagination got the better of him, Swiftclaw begun to hear a steady purr rumble in his throat. A light, cool breeze blew on the duos coats, and for a moment, Swiftclaw forgot about the drought, though reality came crashing back down to him when she shuffled his paws, causing the dry grass beneath him to create a horrid, crunching sound. It didn't ruin the magic of the moment though, to Swiftclaw at least, and he simply smiled at Deerpath. He wasn't sure if she wanted to head back to the camp immediately, but he was happy to wait. purerubydragon |
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Post by kiwistickers on Mar 20, 2017 21:41:01 GMT -5
birchstorm | he/him | warrior | 51 moons (4.2 years) | riverclan | Egg , wigeonpath, featherededge , smokestreamBirchstorm had set off at a brisk pace for patrol. Widgeonpath and Smokestream would be following shortly. It was a little uncharacteristic for him to be the one in lead, but he had ulterior motives to find something to eat or drink. His dislike of cats walking behind him was dulled by how thirsty he was. Currently oblivious to the WindClan cats across the river, the aggressive tom rushes towards the border, slowing only slightly at the edge. The dry dirt crumbles under his paws slightly as he makes his way towards what was left of the trickling water. Mud sloshes against his fur as he nears the middle. Birchstorm unsuccessfully searches for any trace of prey for a few moments before impatience gets the better of him. The gray tom crouches ungracefully in the stagnant water and laps at it with his tongue. He winces at how warm it was; this wasn't helping him cool down at all, but at least his mouth felt less dry. name | pronouns | rank | age | clan | interacting with
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Post by purerubydragon on Mar 21, 2017 18:20:42 GMT -5
The breeze that soothed the heat on Deerpath's fur, however slight it was, made her whiskers twitch. Deerpath's ears flicked backward and her head and body followed, swiveling around but remained sitting. She was looking in the direction that Swiftclaw would have been while he was looking at her, and a small part of her was grateful for the opportunity to avoid his gaze, to flustered to look him directly in the eye. "Hmm, smell that?" There was just the faintest scent of Riverclan carried on the breeze. She glanced at Swiftclaw. To see his reaction, this time less as coy and more as tho she was looking at the leader of this patrol, not the cute tom that had been making her ears hot. It wasn't uncommon to smell other cat's across the boarder, without a reasonable alarm it wasn't nessisary to check it out. However Deerpath herself didn't mind an excuse to stay out a little longer. She wanted Swiftclaw to decide for them. Riverclan might need to be kept in check, with how little water there was, they were clearly the most desperate. But an altercation with an enemy clan could be just as coniquental as avoiding them. She respectfully flicked her tail, waiting to see what he would decide. kiwistickers, мικαcнʋ, |
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Post by мικαcнʋ on Mar 25, 2017 14:39:37 GMT -5
For a moment, it seemed like the world was still. The faint breezes gently touched Swiftclaw's thick fur, causing it to slightly ruffle. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced down at Deerpath, a small smile lighting up the tom's face. She looked so graceful, so delicate. But at the same time, she didn't seem like a damsel in distress, like a delicate flower who looked to toms for protection. And while Swiftclaw was definitely a protective tom, he couldn't help but appreciate that about Deerpath. She was independent, strong, and yet still carried herself with the grace and elegance of a "delicate flower". Her words brought time back to Swiftclaw, and he smiled, not noticing the scent of Riverclan yet. Opening his mouth ever so slightly, the tom raised his muzzle in the air and took in a few deep sniffs, his nose twitching as he did. Almost instantly, the large tom's green eyes narrowed and his fur puffed out. This was bad, for multiple reasons. While the drought was hitting all the clans hard, Riverclan certainly got the worst of it. Water was a large part of the way they lived, and as far as Swiftclaw knew, it defined the fish-breaths lifestyle in practically every way. They could be aggressive, or what if they had the audacity to trespass and hunt Windclan prey? A low growl rumbled in Swiftclaw's throat, the tom becoming serious in a moment. Turning back to Deerpath, Swiftclaw took in a deep breath to calm himself and think. He wasn't much of a thinker, preferring action to idle speculation and ideas, but he also knew he had to handle this carefully. They were on a border patrol, it was their duty to investigate. But he and Deerpath were only two cats, and while he wasn't sure of Riverclan's numbers yet, it was highly possible that they might need to get backup. " Let's watch them, see what they're trying to do. They could just be on a border or hunting patrol, same as us. Try not to get spotted. If we do, do not engage them. We run to the hunting patrol and find backup." As Swiftclaw spoke he headed towards the Riverclan scent, his voice steady, filled with resolve. Glancing behind him, Swiftclaw continued walking, before finally stopping when he was some distance away from the Riverclan cats. He could barely see them, they looked like ants from where he was standing. Glancing around at Deerpath, Swiftclaw gave her a small smile before pressing his ears against his head and lowering into a crouch. " Be careful, Deerpath." purerubydragon |
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Post by Bluebird on Apr 2, 2017 20:44:28 GMT -5
Mistpaw of RiverClanThe apprentice was inexperienced, the going was slow. The presence of her mentor was constantly on her mind even as she followed Wigeonpath's scent, trying not to take too long and trying not to do anything that might disappoint Campioncloud. Still, Mistpaw had to backtrack a few times when the scent she followed became clearer, and she realized she had been following the wrong trail. Whenever that happened she felt so embarrassed, but she had to continue and prove that she could do this. At last, the scent trail seemed to get stronger, and Mistpaw's pace quickened. Was she almost there? Her hard work paid off when the pelt of a dilute torby among other cats appeared in the distance. The characteristic scent of WindClan markings also hit her, causing her to keep her ears pricked for approaching cats as well. Now that she could see Wigeonpath ahead, she didn't use her scent of smell as much, now switching into a swift pace. When she was almost there, she stopped abruptly, a realization suddenly hitting her. I... actually did it! I managed to find Wigeonpath. Turning to her mentor, her eyes danced as every part of her showed her relief and... gentle joy. "Campioncloud," she breathed, "Did I... do okay?"alchepalch
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