Two's Company [silverdew & pigeon]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] It was quiet in camp. Dewleaf wasn't really the sort of cat to sit and be quiet for long, so a quiet camp wasn't necessarily her favourite sort of camp. In fact, she really rather preferred it if there were a dozen cats lounging around and relaxing so she could go and talk to them. She was sociable by nature and sought out company whenever she could. In fact, it was unusual that she wasn't accompanied by her best friend at this very moment, though they'd been assigned different duties that morning and she didn't know where he was. As a result, unfortunately it was just her on her own at this particular moment. And what was more was that she was hungry. She eyed the fresh kill pile with interest, spotting several tasty pieces of meat, but when she looked around for someone to eat with, she found no-one around. She didn't like eating alone one little bit, because really, one was a lonely number. Two was company, which meant only one thing... "Silverstripe!"

[/i][/color] Dewleaf bellowed, loud for such a small cat. She turned around, trotting towards the warriors' den to see if he was there. "Silverstripe, are you there?"[/color] she poked her head in impatiently, searching for her oldest and dearest friend. When in doubt, turn to Silverstripe. That was her motto. Most of the time, anyway. "Silverstripe, I'm hungry. That means you have to come and get some food with me."[/color] she called cheerfully, green eyes light with good humour.

She could always count on Silverstripe.
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"Silverstripe!"

[/i][/color] Was the first thing that woke the tom from his nap, causing him to open his eyes lazily and roll over in his nest. He had been sleeping well, catching up on rest since his early wake-up that morning for border patrol and then getting stuck hunting for the better part of the day. The rude awakening drew an annoyed groan from his mouth, and the young warrior simply curled up again, burying his nose underneath his front paws in the hope that he could return to his nap. It wasn't long, however, before another, closer call made him realize that he wouldn't be sleeping again any time soon. "Silverstripe, I'm hungry. That means you have to come and get some food with me."[/color]

"Nnngh, Dewleaf, I was sleeping! Can't you get it yourself?" Silverstripe grumbled in response, letting out a loud yawn just as he finished speaking. He knew Dewleaf would not take that reply well, though, so he was already forcing himself to his tired paws, stretching out his legs and arching his back to gain some energy in them. Within moments he was padding out of the warriors' den, squinting his eyes against the still-bright afternoon sky and muttering, "I'm up now. Happy?"

Things between them had gone back to normal, it seemed. They did almost everything together once again, and Dewleaf irritated him on a regular basis as always. The incidents of over a moon ago had mostly been forgotten, simply because the two of them had chosen to forget it in favor of their friendship going back to the way it was. Silverstripe was comfortable about it, at the least, because fighting with his best friend, seriously fighting, not the petty little squabbles they often had, was something he just couldn't stand.[/blockquote]

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[[e.e That banner shames me. Here. [X]]]

Pleased at having located her friend, Dewleaf's tail perked up and she grinned happily at him through the gloom. Remorselessly she forced poor Silverstripe out of his nap and bounced at the entrance to the den as he staggered to his paws, obviously knowing her far too well to remain sleeping when she wanted him. I've got him so well trained,

[/color] she thought amusedly as she watched him clamber out of his nest. She really ought to feel guilty for waking him up, but... well, he could always sleep later. Besides, Silverstripe practically had a bottomless pit for a stomach, so she was sure he wouldn't mind too much if there was a juicy mouse in it for him.

"Ecstatic,"[/color] Dewleaf replied smugly as Silverstripe came over. She butted him in the shoulder affectionately and smiled a dizzyingly cheerful smile as she pranced away from the den. "I'm doing you a favour, you know. Who knows what Falconeyes might've done if he caught you snoozing in the middle of the afternoon."[/color] she told him solemnly, a sagely expression on her face. She couldn't hold the charade for long, though, and her usual bright smile quickly broke through. "Come on, I'll let you have first pick."[/color] she laughed, racing towards the fresh-kill pile as her stomach gave an eager rumble.

Dewleaf eyed the fresh-kill pile appraisingly, prodding it with a paw to see what was underneath a large vole. There were a few scattered fish and a mouse or two there, and all of it looked very fresh, so a patrol must've recently been in to stock it. Dewleaf herself had been out hunting in the morning, and then she'd visited the nursery before getting shooed out by Sootwhisker for overexciting the kits. Bored, she'd then decided to go and find Silverstripe, who was now definitely back to Best Friend In The World status, which was an almighty relief after the horrible awkwardness of their Great Big Fight a couple of moons back.

But they were back to how they always were now, and Dewleaf couldn't have been happier. [/blockquote]

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Another forced, irritated groan escaped from the tabby's mouth as his friend pushed on his shoulder. Being woken up from his sleep always put Silverstripe in a grumpy mood, and more often than not, those were the times when he would fight with Dewleaf the most. He could recall several times that the she-cat had woken him up, accidental or not, and caused Silverstripe to snap at her unintentionally. They'd never truly outgrown that game yet, and it still happened much too often for his liking, but there was nothing he could do about it. So he simply sighed, yawned again, and muttered, "Yeah, yeah, me being exhausted is definitely a favor."

[/color] and that was that.

Except for when Dewleaf went on to mention their hot-blooded Clan mate. "Falconeyes? He knows that I was busy all day long, and if he didn't then I would just remind him."[/color] Truth was, Silverstripe was afraid of the explosive warrior just as much as the next cat. He thought back to the time Dewleaf had accidentally ruined Falconeyes' nest and the resulting torrent of fury the warriors' den had suffered that night, barely keeping back a shudder. However, Dewleaf didn't to know that for the sake of the argument. With another irritated sniff, Silverstripe turned and began padding toward the fresh-kill pile, eager just to eat and give Dewleaf the company that she wanted so he could go back to sleep.

Dewleaf had already bounded over the pile by then, though, so by the time he reached it he had to move up next to her to get a good glance at the selection. He found the usual fresh-kill: fish, mice, and the occasional squirrel. After picking out one of the fresh-looking fish from the pile, he glanced over at Dewleaf and waited for her a moment before finding a spot to sit down and eat nearby.[/blockquote]

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"Bahaha!" Dewleaf cackled as she eagerly picked out the biggest fish she could see in the pile and hoisted it into her mouth, trotting cheerfully to sit with Silverstripe. She dropped her prize next to his and happily sprawled herself out to eat. "As if either of us would dare to 'remind' Falconeyes of anything."

[/color] she scoffed with her mouth full in a very unladylike manner. Silverstripe might say he would correct the reputably formidable tom, but in reality they were both quite aware of the fact that neither of them had a death wish and would avoid irritating the all too irritable tom.

"Mind you, he'd still be less likely to attack you than me. I don't think he's ever forgiven me for the nest incident, the grumpy old thing."[/color] Dewleaf frowned, pouting slightly. She'd said she was sorry, and had even made him a whole new nest! Not a very good one, mind, because she'd never been very good at nest-building, but it was the thought that counted. "...he's not standing right behind me, is he?"[/color] she whipped her head round to look over her shoulder anxiously, and was relieved that there was no Falconeyes looming over her. That would be just her luck.

"Phew."[/color] She took a few more bites of fish cheerily, feeling much happier now she had something to eat. A few moments passed in companionable silence until Dewleaf spotted a new figure in camp. "Hey... isn't that Pigeonheart?" [/color]She said while she chewed, sitting up to squint at another cat who was now in camp. "Shall we ask him to eat with us?"[/color] Pigeonheart was among the younger warriors in the Clan at one moon younger than herself and Silverstripe, and so Dewleaf was keen to keep up friendships with him. Besides, the mellow tom was good company and she was a sociable cat by nature.[/blockquote]

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Silverstripe resisted the urge to roll his eyes when Dewleaf came to sit next to him and he saw the piece of fresh-kill she had chosen. The fish was practically twice the size of his, and that ruffled his fur slightly more than it normally would have, likely because he was already in a grumpy mood from being woken up. Dewleaf was normally like this, bold and not afraid to show off, so Silverstripe said nothing as he began to dig into his meal, barely savoring the flavor before swallowing as he suddenly realized just how hungry he was.

He glanced over at Dewleaf as she went on lamenting over Falconeyes and felt a smirk cross over his face. "Come on, Falconeyes is grumpy all of the time. He won't remember that one accident, and even if he did, you already apologized." He chuckled a bit as he went on, "Of course, that wouldn't stop him from trying to turn you into fresh-kill."

That might have been a bit too far, he realized even as he laughed again at his own warning. It might have been true, but scaring Dewleaf was never too good of an idea, so he stifled his laughter and shook his head. "Sorry. And no, he's not behind you. He's still on patrol, last I knew."

He enjoyed the next few moments of relative silence, eating his meal at a considerably slower speed than before. It wasn't much longer, however, that Dewleaf spoke up again, and Silverstripe looked up from the fish to where another young warrior was entering camp. Pigeonheart was the same age as Dewleaf and he, and Silverstripe didn't hold anything against the tom despite not being very close friends with him (Dewleaf was his only true friend, really). But since Dewleaf was friends with Pigeonheart, that meant Silverstripe spent time with him often as well. "Only if he's hungry. Go ahead and ask him," Silverstripe shrugged before digging back into his meal. Dewleaf would do what she wanted anyway so there was no point in arguing it.

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Well, at least he could go out and hunt on his own now.

There were perks to being a warrior and all. A bigger den..but there was more cats in it. More time to yourself..but everyone seemed to want a piece of it. No getting kicked in the side when you were trying to sleep...no, wait..that just happened more. Well, at least he had friends. Well, a couple. which was strange, because he liked to talk to others. He was a friendly little tom, and kind of impulsive..but that was another story. Though it would explain why he was carrying a perfectly dry bird while being, himself, soaking wet. He'd leapt off a rock to catch the thing, fallen into a rather large, and deep, puddle, while keeping his head and the bird high above the dampness and unpleasantness of the puddle. Thankfully, he'd dried off a "decent" amount, but he was still rather wet...but he'd caught a pigeon. maybe it was a pigeon...he didn't have a clue.

The tan tabby looked around, spotting Dewleaf and Silverstripe. He walked over, dropped his catch down, and sat."Hey Sleepyhead." He chuckled at Silverstripe, and then at Dewleaf. "Let me guess. You woke him up?" He settled down in front of them, not entirely ready to eat yet, and watched them.

"So, what brings you two to this corner of camp? Weren't you having a little..tiff or something? A disagreement? Or was I misled?" He stretched out in the sunlight, warming and hopefully drying the damp parts of his dust-colored pelt. "I mean..knowing me, I might have been misled. I don't always pay too much attention when someone's talking to me..and i apologize for that, Dewleaf. I have a feeling you probably told me and I hadn't been listening at all." He settled down, pawing at feathers but not yet pulling them away. He really didn't like feathers, or birds at all..Shame he was named for one, but he really preferred fish. Then again, what decent Riverclanner didn't? It was pretty much a requirement or one's diet would be sufficiently lacking.

And that was no fun.

He chuckled, whiskers twitching.

"So please," Pigeonheart purred. "Enlighten this terrible, terrible friend of yours. And I apologize ahead of time for souring this talk, seeing as i probably have."

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[[first post since the Snape obsession began. BOOYAH CAI. Although... :c Snapeee...]]

Saving her the trouble of getting up to invite Pigeonheart over, Dewleaf smiled triumphantly as he made his own way across and playfully stuck her tongue out at Silverstripe for no reason other than she felt like doing so. Or maybe it was a subconscious gesture of reassurance, or maybe gratitude, as she knew how Pigeonheart was more her friend than Silverstripe's, but that he would never protest her having other friends. They both knew that he was the most important cat in her life anyway. Dewleaf smiled lazily as Pigeonheart approached. Apparently the force of willpower alone was enough to bring the younger cat over, and she greeted him cheerfully as he drew up to them.

"Hi, Pigeonheart!"

[/color] she grinned at him "of course I woke him up, why else would he look like he'd been made to eat mouse bile?"[/color] She winked at her best friend to let him know she was teasing, and pushed him playfully with one paw before resettling herself to snatch a few more bites of fish. She glanced up at Pigeonheart's words and frowned, perplexed. Disagreement? she thought What disagreement? Or maybe that should be which disagreement... she cast her mind back over all the squabbles she'd had with Silverstripe. Like her trampling his tail in her sleep, or him failing to save her a fish because he'd fallen asleep and Falconeyes had taken it, or both of them stubbornly disagreeing on whose turn it was to go on dawn patrol.

But they weren't real disagreements, because it was them, and that was how they were.

"What are you babbling about, Pigeonheart?"[/color] Dewleaf laughed good-naturedly. "Don't you know Silverstripe and me at all by now? Disagreement is our middle name, along with "Sleeps Too Much" for him and "Tramples On Tails" for me."[/color] she said nonchalantly, picking apart the remaining side of her fish. In contrast to her earlier face-stuffing, she was now fussily extracting the fine bones and discarding them with an expression of displeasure, flicking them vaguely at Silverstripe. She glanced back up at Pigeonheart.

"Anyway, why're you all wet? Been at the river?"[/color][/blockquote]

[[lol IDK why Falconeyes has to feature in every Dewleaf post. Also IDK why I'm adding so many OOC comments. Sorry. ]]

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Silverstripe frowned a bit at Pigeonheart, instinctively reaching up to brush a paw over the top of his head self-consciously. Did he really look sleepy? He was already wide awake thanks to Dewleaf, there was no way he still could! Unless that was some joke of Pigeonheart's, because about half the Clan already knew Dewleaf had a habit of waking him up every morning. Or about any other time that Dewleaf wanted his company, which just so happened to be whenever Silverstripe was napping. She picked the worst times to demand his attention, really... he shot a sharp glare at Dewleaf and her comment, knowing she really didn't mean it but still feeling a prickle of irritation under his fur nonetheless. If they weren't best friends, Silverstripe would have grown fed up with her jibs a long time ago. It was a wonder how he put up with them now, after all these moons.

Shaking his head and clearing those thoughts, Silverstripe rolled his eyes and bit casually into his meal, chewing for several moments before swallowing and deciding what to say. "I think he means the big disagreement, Dewleaf. You know, the one we... decided not to talk about any more?" Silverstripe almost cringed at the memory of that fight. It had lasted far longer than any fight between them ever had, and it had been one of the worst times in his life... the two of them were okay now, mostly because they had agreed to forget it ever happened and to never speak of it again. As long as Silverstripe stayed away from Rainpaw, it was fine, and that wasn't a particularly hard thing for him to do. "We're fine now, it was just a stupid thing anyway. Like all our 'fights'." The silver tabby looked away as he spoke, flicking his tail from side to side and avoiding contact with either of his den mates as he continued eating. Somehow, he was less open, less confident in others when they were around, not like he was when he was alone with Dewleaf. She was his best friend, so she was usually the one he talked to the most. Everyone else was only an acquaintance that he was polite to, but not necessarily friendly.

Silverstripe had nothing to say to Dewleaf's questioning of Pigeonheart's dampness, so he simply continued eating. His fish was nearly gone by now, and he contemplated taking a second one just so that he would have some excuse not to participate fully in the conversation.