In the camp we wait

[spike]

Cedarfur stepped from the warrior's den to blink at the newfound alertness. She had been asleep after a lone hunting trip yesterday. Her jaws parted to reveal white, glistening teeth that were sharpened with young age. They snapped together in a quick movement to make a sharp clap sound. She let her pink tongue flash out to lick at the silver hued whiskers along her muzzle.

As usual of the ShadowClan camp, the brambles that surrounded it were casting long, dark beings across the ground and cover the cats. She was no different. But once she moved a few more steps out towards the thin strips of light, she was illuminated into color. Her pelt was the same shade as the trees around her. The smooth, russet coat was sleek with a fresh grooming. The glow was only enhanced with the slight glare of the sky’s light.
At first, the she-cat’s eyes fleetingly looked around for the others. She remembered the night, however, and put it off as the gathering. Still, it was terribly silent for the camp. Even when many retreated to the gathering, some would still be around for company. No surprise, however, she was lonely in the middle of her very camp.

Cedarfur shrugged it off nonchalantly before walking to the fresh-kill pile. She wrinkled her nose at the choices. I’ll think of prey later, she thought before retreating to the shadows once more. Settling down, she let her tongue run over her paws quietly. Though she looked at peace, Cedarfur’s mind was undoubtedly in thought. It always was. The sun colored orbs took another gaze around the bramble-guarded camp before returning to the work of cleaning her paws.

[Yoko]

Lizardeye sat quietly outside the warriors den, sheilded from the moonlight. So that only his bright green eyes were dimly visible. He watched Cedarfur walk past the freshkill pile. No cat's hunted all day. Well, except my brothers and I.

Lizardeye's gaze travelled over the rest of the clearing and cold observation. There was nothing of interest so far. He wondered if he should volunteer to go "hunting".

Then he watched Earthfoot leave the Medicine Cat den and head for the nursery. Poppyfrost is having her kits, he thought idly. Perhaps he should check on Brindlepelt? His curiousity was getting to him.

Well, crouching here wasn't getting anything done. There had to be a reason for him to leave camp. Rising to his paws he passed by the elder's den on his way to see Brindlepelt.

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

The white spotted she-cat sat outside the warriors' den, watching silently as the Gathering patrol left for Fourtrees. She was slightly saddened she couldn't go. Though not devastated, she wished she could have gone. Next moon, she thought to herself. She would join patrols and try to catch enough prey so that she would be picked the next time around.

She could see a few other cats outside of their dens. Being as friendly-natured as she was, she decided to go over and talk with someone. Her yellow eyes landed on Cedarfur and she trotted over to the other warrior quickly, moving though the shadows. Her bright pelt looked odd in the darkness, standing out significantly. "Hi, Cedarfur, how are you?" Whiteheart asked casually, smiling.

((Bad post. e.e))

[nightstorm]

Thistlefur and Eagleflight padded back into camp. They were returning from the patrol that escorted the ThunderClan warriors back to their territory. Thistlefur was looking forward to a nice thrush or something. With this thought in mind, she headed over to the freshkill pile, meowing a greeting to Cedarfur and Whiteheart, before nosing through the freshkill pile. Rather low, she thought.

Eagleflight decided to join the two she-cats. "Hello, Whiteheart, Cedarfur," he meowed in a friendly tone. His green gaze was relaxed as he settled down next to Whiteheart. All in all, this had been a good day. Ruffling Swallowfang's pelt had been just another amuesment in his long, sometimes boring life. Still, he enjoyed sitting around and chatting with the cats around camp. "Did the Gathering patrol leave already?" he asked.

[spike]

Cedarfur lifted her head when addressed. She beamed first at Whiteheart then Eagleflight. "Hi," she greeted. "I think the gathering patrol left, Eagleflight. Still, I can't believe how silent it gets around here without all those other cats." Her tail flicked slightly while her pale orbs met with her fellow warriors.

"I heard something earlier," she whispered. "It came from the nursery. I hope Poppyfrost is okay tonight." Cedarfur lowered her ears back slightly to think about it. "Poor she-cat. How do you think she's doing?"

[nightstorm]

Eagleflight looked concerned. "Is she having her kits?" he asked. "I knew her kitting would be soon, but I didn't think it would be today...Still, she should be fine...even if Littlebird isn't here, Earthfoot should be able to help." He gave her a comforting look. Deciding to get more comfortable, he lay down and stretched, before rolling onto his back and staring upside down at the two she-cats lazily. "It's not like a she-cat has never had kits before anyways," he continued, giving a wide yawn. "I think Brindlepelt is the one we should worry more about. Any word on how she's doing?"

[spike]

"Nothing," Cedarfur stated to the tom. "It's so hard to believe that we hardly hear a thing anymore. Maybe that's just the Clan though." Unlike Eagleflight, Cedarfur stood to stretch out her back. The muscles beneath her pelt rippled like a river before relaxing once more. "Well, I just hope it works out for all of them."

She lowered one ear slightly as she always did in thought. "Did Goldenpaw go to the gathering? I never heard." Her ears tinged red slightly to admit the next thing. "I slept too long. I spent last night hunting and patrolling so I wasn't up early enough."

[nightstorm]

"Well, every one has been about as productive as a slug lately," Eagleflight commented. "That must be why no one has heard anything." He yawned again. "I'm not sure if she did...have you looked around for her? If she's not here, then she must be with the Gather patrol." He flipped onto his belly, a teasing gleam in his eye. "Speaking of being a slug, what's that about you being lazy? Have you ever heard of a lazy Cedarfur?" he asked Whiteheart. "It's fast becoming a habit," he continued to tease. "Nothing wrong with a lazy day here and there. StarClan knows how lazy even I can be, as impossible as it seems. But you...that's unacceptable."

[spike]

"Hey!" Cedarfur cried out. Her eyes narrowed with a slight heatedness to them that showed the rare anger in her. "It was one day. It's not like I'm laying around like some elder as young as I am. Besides, you've had your share of lazy days, as you admitted. Why can't I?"

Her tail tip flicked silghtly in a playful manner. She could never stay mad for long at Eagleflight. Then again, she couldn't stay mad period. It was just not her personality. "Why did they ever name you Eagleflight anyways? You act more like a slug, and the more you talk about it, the more you're convincing me on that."

[nightstorm]

"I can be lazy because...because I'm a tom!" Eagleflight countered. He frowned when he saw her pelt bristle. "Hey, I'm only kidding." His gaze lightened when she relaxed, and hearing her question, he snorted. "Who knows? Maybe because I'm faster than you?" he joked, jabbing a paw playfully at her. "I feel as though I could run for a moon," he mused. "The sun felt so nice earlier. Gave me an extra boost of energy." He yawned again. "Then again, a nice nap would've been good too...see, look what you've done! Now I really am becoming a slug..." Eagleflight purred.

[spike]

"I wouldn't doubt that," Cedarfur snickered slightly. "Slugflight would work better. But I guess I'll call you Eagleflight, if that's what I have to do." She reached out to bat his nose lightly. "But trust me. You're going to end up being a slug if you keep falling asleep on your paws."

She rolled onto her back as Eagleflight had earlier to gaze up at him. "I can't believe how long it's been since I've stayed back from a meeting," she grumbled. "I almost forgot how boring it can get around camp!"

[nightstorm]

"Hey, avoiding getting your ears clawed off while teasing a ThunderClan warrior is hard work," Eagleflight commented. "No wonder I'm tired." He laughed, then pretended to be hurt. "You find me boring?" he asked, trying to hide the mischief dancing in his green gaze. He purred. "Camp's not all that bad. We could go hunting or something, if you want, to keep the boredom away." He flicked her muzzle with his tail.

"Or, you could always take another nap," he suggested. "'Course, you don't get much excercise then." He drew a paw over his ear, pawing at an itch. When he had succeeded in making it go away, he met her upside down gaze again. "You know, slugs don't need much excercise, so if slugs can do it, I suppose cats can do it..."

[spike]

"Hunting sounds nice," she interrupted swiftly. "It's better than nothing, right?" Cedarfur rolled to her paws and pressed them to stand up. She flicked her tail to his muzzle as he had hers. "And by the way," she teased, "you're not boring."

Cedarfur paused and glanced around the camp quickly. "I don't think anybody will miss us so let's get going, hm?" She beamed at Eagleflight for a moment then began walking towards the camp entrance. "Hurry up!" Cedarfur called.

OOC: If they're going hunting, let's move this to another part of the territory. Where to?

[nightstorm]

Eagleflight grinned. "Okay, I'm coming. Keep your fur on," he called. Standing, he dashed after her, playfully giving her a swipe as he passed, racing out of the camp. "Let's go!"

He felt alive, as the underbrush was swept under his paws, and he looked back, slowing down for Cedarfur. This could be fun. It had been awhile since he had hunted for fun, and with a friend.

ooc: Meh, short post. Sure, why not move this to the Chestnut Tree?