Post by Yoko on Jul 26, 2010 14:39:33 GMT -6
((OOC: Afternoon, not sunset yet. ))
Specklestar was just returning from Border Patrol, her golden pelt sleek and healthy though she was losing weight. The Clan was full of kits and food was bound to come up short of their demands soon. She just hoped it wasn't before they could pull off a decent attack against ThunderClan.
She padded into the bustling camp. She was glad to see it so lively, though she could sense growing discontent with the number of strange kits coming into camp. Snaketail had explained himself rather well, as always, but Specklestar suspected there was more. But what more could be done? Their mother was dead and the Warrior Code demanded that kits be cared for. And after taking two kits in, she did not want the other Clans to know how strained they were. She would bear it. The borders were secure at least. Good news. Now she had to locate her apprentice.
"Thank you for joining me," she told her fellow patrollers. Then she made her way over to Dustpaw, "We're going to train today. Just you and me."
She couldn't exactly invite any others, not with Dustpaw and Ice being so unstable.
Lizardeye was following the hunting patrol. Apparently Specklestar's border patrol had come in just before them. Weaving his way between the many cats, the cold tabby deposited a decent sized pile of catches onto the pile. It was not very impressive, but enough to assure that no one could question he had worked out there. In truth, no catch could be truly impressive for a Clan this size. He was certain that the pile would be empty by dawn.
Twistedclaw brushed pelts with a few cats as he made his way into the camp. His jaws were less full than Lizardeye's and the actual prey in them were hardly recognizable. He did not care at all for hunting. He glanced at Specklestar's returned border patrol, wondering how it had gone. If it had not been full, he would have gone along with the leader, Lizardeye or not. He put his catch on top of Lizardeye's.
Snaketail sighed. He had just patched every hole in the nursery himself, fetched brambles and wove them around the dens on his own. The apprentices were busy with double battle training and hunting. They hardly had enough to spare to care for the elders.
The tall thick-furred tom looked up to see his brothers and flashed them a wide smile, amber eyes dull with tiredness. He trotted over, trying to put the usual casual bounce in his step so they wouldn't worry.
"How'd the hunt go?"
Twistedclaw grunted.
"Fine," Lizardeye mewed simply. "How are the kits?"
Snaketail shook his head, "They have a little cough, but I think its from the drafty nursery. I just fixed it up myself."
"You need a rest, Snaketail," Lizardeye replied coldly. "Honeypaw has been asking about you again."
"Let the queens do their job!" Twistedclaw hised lowly, "It's what they're for!"
Snaketail chuckled at Twistedclaw's bluntness and Lizardeye's cold tone. He missed them. Honest he did. "Alright, but I need to bring them some fresh-kill first."
Eclipsepaw slipped past her three conversating members and placed her fresh-kill on the pile as well. They were mangled after she caught them. Twistedclaw and Lizardeye had not said a word the entire hunt and now they were speaking in hushed voices again. Eclipsepaw wondered what they were up to now, but she Emberpaw had stubbornly refused to pry into their private lives and Eclipsepaw had reason to comply. After all, Honeypaw was normal again now, crush or not. She wasn't about to ruin it, nor would she interfere with their lives. She found herself wondering where Flintpaw was.
Specklestar was just returning from Border Patrol, her golden pelt sleek and healthy though she was losing weight. The Clan was full of kits and food was bound to come up short of their demands soon. She just hoped it wasn't before they could pull off a decent attack against ThunderClan.
She padded into the bustling camp. She was glad to see it so lively, though she could sense growing discontent with the number of strange kits coming into camp. Snaketail had explained himself rather well, as always, but Specklestar suspected there was more. But what more could be done? Their mother was dead and the Warrior Code demanded that kits be cared for. And after taking two kits in, she did not want the other Clans to know how strained they were. She would bear it. The borders were secure at least. Good news. Now she had to locate her apprentice.
"Thank you for joining me," she told her fellow patrollers. Then she made her way over to Dustpaw, "We're going to train today. Just you and me."
She couldn't exactly invite any others, not with Dustpaw and Ice being so unstable.
Lizardeye was following the hunting patrol. Apparently Specklestar's border patrol had come in just before them. Weaving his way between the many cats, the cold tabby deposited a decent sized pile of catches onto the pile. It was not very impressive, but enough to assure that no one could question he had worked out there. In truth, no catch could be truly impressive for a Clan this size. He was certain that the pile would be empty by dawn.
Twistedclaw brushed pelts with a few cats as he made his way into the camp. His jaws were less full than Lizardeye's and the actual prey in them were hardly recognizable. He did not care at all for hunting. He glanced at Specklestar's returned border patrol, wondering how it had gone. If it had not been full, he would have gone along with the leader, Lizardeye or not. He put his catch on top of Lizardeye's.
Snaketail sighed. He had just patched every hole in the nursery himself, fetched brambles and wove them around the dens on his own. The apprentices were busy with double battle training and hunting. They hardly had enough to spare to care for the elders.
The tall thick-furred tom looked up to see his brothers and flashed them a wide smile, amber eyes dull with tiredness. He trotted over, trying to put the usual casual bounce in his step so they wouldn't worry.
"How'd the hunt go?"
Twistedclaw grunted.
"Fine," Lizardeye mewed simply. "How are the kits?"
Snaketail shook his head, "They have a little cough, but I think its from the drafty nursery. I just fixed it up myself."
"You need a rest, Snaketail," Lizardeye replied coldly. "Honeypaw has been asking about you again."
"Let the queens do their job!" Twistedclaw hised lowly, "It's what they're for!"
Snaketail chuckled at Twistedclaw's bluntness and Lizardeye's cold tone. He missed them. Honest he did. "Alright, but I need to bring them some fresh-kill first."
Eclipsepaw slipped past her three conversating members and placed her fresh-kill on the pile as well. They were mangled after she caught them. Twistedclaw and Lizardeye had not said a word the entire hunt and now they were speaking in hushed voices again. Eclipsepaw wondered what they were up to now, but she Emberpaw had stubbornly refused to pry into their private lives and Eclipsepaw had reason to comply. After all, Honeypaw was normal again now, crush or not. She wasn't about to ruin it, nor would she interfere with their lives. She found herself wondering where Flintpaw was.