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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:00 am
 Hushpelt yawned as he rolled onto his side. The winds were mild, and the days grew shorter, but the sun was out that day. It shone bright onto his silver-blue pelt, his pale yellow eyes closed in a relaxed nap after a long hunt. He'd yet been assigned an Apprentice, and he was unable to father kits, nor did he have a mate...So he was on his own, as his fellow Warriors trained or visited with their friends or Queens. For the moment, his loneliness was staved off by his full belly. It wasn't as if he was unpleasant company, he simply found it more to his style to observe, and calmly interject only rarely, or offer a soft laugh when it was deemed polite.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 6:05 pm
 Old eyes found sight of the lounger. Old paws carried this dull orange tom as he slinked with is sand stained belly almost to the ground. He was mindful of the wind and where it would carry his smell, though he was hidden by the scent of the camp its self. He tried to ignore the pain in his hip as he crept, his age he was feeling more than he was showing as usual. But he was going to try to catch this "sluffer" off his guard, ears pinned flat to his musty coat.
Once he had came to hide under the overdrapping edge of grass he waiting a moment. He did in fact take his eyes off of him, and watched him with his peripheral. Pray knows when its being watched. After a moment or two he slipped closer, and closer, flattening out his body as much as this old fart could. What little sound he did make was hidden by the sounds of camp and its going ons. The grass that slowly turned yellow made a good backdrop to his belt color.
Closer... and closer... until finally he pounced, literally on the unsuspecting lazy cat! He didnt hurt him but the this old tom's scent was clear that it was an elder. He opened his old jaws and effectively and playfully nomed on this young warriors ear, using his body weight to pin him down the best he could. His tail twitching on the end with a slight happiness.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:36 pm
Hushpelt yowled as weight was suddenly upon him. He panicked at first, but when he recognized the scent, he rolled and, when he found the weight too great for him to kick out from under, slumped. "Thistleclaw, if you needed my attention...You just need to tell me." But he chuckled. Not a lot got under his skin, and he was wholly thankful for the company.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:52 pm
The old tom leaned back still laying there with a smirk on his face, bent and crinkled whiskers accenting his ragged appearance. "Well I saw you here being a slacker, so I decided to make you my chew thing for a moment. " his raspy voice started to crack as he started to laugh pretty thickly " And you should have seen your face! " MREOW!" oh help me!" He copied Hushpelts sound with his own twist on it. He still hadn't gotten off of him, he was enjoying himself having this young cat all helpless there for a bit. Made him feel his oats it did! A haggard cough came from him after a bit of rough laughter and he slowly started to stand, bopping Hushpelt on the head with one heavy paw. " Warriors these days, think they are sooo smart! Think they are sooooo aware. HA!" he grunted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:28 am
"Is that so?" Thistleclaw croaked, starting to lick at one paw. "Eh, well in MY younger days, battle was everywhere! Cats against cats, cats against foxes and badgers. Cats against bears!" he always had tales to tell, but they were also stretched just a bit. He looked at Hushpelt and started into one of those stories. "When I was a new warrior, I was on patrol once where our border connects to Skyclan territory. It was the second or third week of Leaf bare and" He continued on... and on..... aaaand on.... and on and on... The story ended somehow with a fight with Skyclan and there was a fox somewhere in all that.
He kept looking at Hushpelt so there was no hope of sneaking off.
"so That was when I learned my lesson about pine cones!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 1:33 am
"Riveting....." He had nearly dozed off, a bemused smile on his face, but at the close of the story he chuckled warmly. "You should pass that on to the Apprentices. I heard one of them saying he'd got a pinecone shard in his paw."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 10:40 pm
"I believe I will! buutt that reminds me about the time Me and " It started again. the story was about how he got sap on his paws and everything was sticking to them. but it was longer than it needed to be. and somewhere in there was a rather angry owl. " and thats one of the good uses of mouse bile." he yawned, and paused, starting to gaze off. His old mind was still sharp but he lost tarck sometimes. "Hushpelt... tell me... Do you think that running with starclan is as beautiful as they say? That all those you... once loved are there?" his head tilted up, gazing off at the blue sky. His thought ever returning to his lost love of his youth.
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