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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 3:16 pm
 Bloodoath trotted out of camp his tail flicking and his steps light. He had been told he was going to be a father... His genes would continue on and make the clan stronger. It was almost impossible to not see he was in amazingly high spirits for a cat who was facing starvation at the hands of twolegs with the rest of the clan. He could really use either a good spar or something to work off his excitement. His apprentice had other responsibilities than amusing him.
Then again all warriors had more important things to do then amuse him, but some unlucky cat was gonna be drafted. And with an ear perk he noticed his victim. Silverstreak. He plodded along, not trying to be sneaky. He plodded to a rock over looking silverstreaks current position but let out a warning yowl as he tossed himself into a playful... definitely sloppy... pounce.
If she didnt scatter at the warning yowl, he would land heavily on her, claws tucked tight in their sheaths.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 4:22 pm
 Silverstreak didn't keep up with Clan gossip much, between going out constantly to try and hunt something for her sisters, or simply spending time with her kin, or more recently, Dawnstride. The closest that she'd gotten to gossip was remarking once to Dawnbreak, about how plump Goldenleaf had been able to remain, while everyone around her seemed to be turning as lithe as branches. She had wondered at the time if Bloodoath, who seemed to be around the she-cat more frequently than not, had been hoarding food exclusively for the tan tabby, but surely he wouldn't, right?
She was out hunting again, having recently left and was now tasting the air for anything that might be lurking about. She would settle for bugs at this point, to stifle any hunger pains. The notion of eating a beetle or worm wasn't a pleasing one, but she was willing to keep her options open if it meant that she was able to support her siblings another day.
What she tasted in the air however, was not moist earth where she might find some worms tucked away, nor the familiar scent of mouse. Instead, it was that of another warrior, so close that they might as well be on top of her. She took a few cautious steps forward and then the yowl was sounded. She looked quickly over her shoulder, seeing a blocky shape of a cat lunging towards her and bounded forward, but fell, when Bloodoath landed on her hindquarters. With an "oomph!" as the wind was knocked from her, she scrambled to get her breath back and her hind legs out from under the hefty tom.
"Bloodoath!" She hissed in exasperation, "What in SunClan's name are you doing? Get off of me!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 4:48 pm
Bloodoath was too happy to care that the she-cat didnt seem in the mood to play. He gave an amused laugh. He bat his paws, still with tightly sheathed claws, on her head. "What limp prey ive caught!"
Even as he was loosing muscle mass he was still a solidly built tom. "Why silverstream! It wasnt that long ago we were apprentices and play matches were a common thing!" He happily kept his seat on her haunches. He looked young, albe it hungry, as he laughed waiting for her to take the bait. Though he leaned forward and rasped his tongue over her ear. "Come on! A good spar will keep you out of the elders den!" His blood orange eyes glittered in amusement.
But he heard something over head. He glanced up. A flock of ducks flew over head. "SilverStreak!!! Dinner!" He bounced off and watched as the flock went to settle a bit off! "How does duck for dinner sound?!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 5:04 pm
Silverstreak rolled her eyes and twisted her body to bap the tomcat across his ears.
"How's that for limp?" She retorted, though there was a glimmer of humor in her eyes. She swiped a paw over her ear where he'd licked it and shuddered slightly, before she finally clambered off of her.
Looking up, she saw the ducks and her eyes became round. SunClan was sending them prey at last!
"Hush! You'll not catch any of them if you make such a racket!" She scolded the tomcat, but she hurried beside him, excitement bubbling in her chest. "If you manage to catch one, however, I'll spar you as often as you like." She told him earnestly. With two of them, they were sure to catch even just one, right? Please, SunClan, let them get at least one of the birds!
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caffeinecraving generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
8!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 9:13 am
He fell over playfully as his ears took their punishment. "No! Im done for!!" IT had only been a friendly lick, nothing personal, but he made note not to get too friendly with silverstreak that way.
Bloodoath's eyes gleamed though. Prey! And a lot of it! There was no way sun clan would send them this much to just tease them! He bit his tongue. He was so happy he wanted to scream. But he knew silverstreak would rip his ears off. With that offer on the table he headed his way and slipped into the undergrowth. He pressed his belly to the ground. Ok... so the ducks were on the water.... aside from swimming out... which sure as hell wouldnt work...how could they get them?
He looked where the dam was blocked off. They could go out on that... the ducks were milling a bit about there....
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belloblossom generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
19!
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2018 2:19 pm
Silverstreak followed Bloodoath into the undergrowth, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of prey. Yet, she noted with some dismay, the ducks were out on the water. She might tolerate dipping her paws in, but to actually swim out there would be fruitless and dangerous. Resting her gaze on the dam, which kept their stolen river from spilling out into their dusty riverbeds, she considered carefully.
"We could probably go out onto the dam and see if there wasn't a patch of land nearby, where the ducks would come ashore to rest." She mused quietly. "At the very least, I think it's probably our best option, since neither of us swim.' She smiled wryly, a showing of how excited she was at the prospect of bringing back a plump bird for the Clan-for her family. "At least, you haven't sprouted flippers, I suspect?" She teased, before asking. "What do you say, Bloodoath?"
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