ThunderClan Territory

[Captain]

@Tyler_Joseph

With his new apprentice’s first lesson coming to a conclusion, Flintheart found himself sitting upon the moss-covered log within the hunting grounds by himself, looking down at his paws. A gentle sigh came from the warrior as he solemnly shook his head. “I shouldn’t even be surprised,” He murmured under his breath as he kicked aside a loose pebble with one paw, “Why would they even want an old codger like me to be deputy?” His ears flattened against his head as he could still hear that annoying ringing of the clan cheering another cat’s name as Passionstar named another cat as his second-in-command. For moons, he had worked so hard to be worth something in his old rival’s eyes, maybe gain some respect for him in the process - but no, they all still seemed to look down at him with disgust and just see him as nothing more than a burden. That reminded him of his father all too well, being more than happy that the ratbreath was rotting in the Dark Forest. Everyone in this clan always saw him as a disappointment - well, maybe except for those two youngsters, Ebonystrike and Ivoryfluff. They, at least, seemed to show some kindness towards the old tomcat that saw them grow up and become grand warriors. Even with Sparrowpaw’s training, he felt lost and like there was something missing from his life. Maybe he missed Pinewhisker, Hawkfeather and Sproutwhisker - it had been so long since they had bonded. Their next Gathering had to be soon, right? He was not sure, but all of this was making his head hurt. Grumbling to himself, Flintheart heaved himself to his paws and leapt off the log with a irritable huff. The grey male seemed to be growing weak and soft or something along those lines. He could hear his own mentor’s words, telling him that he was pathetic and that he needed to stop being so vulnerable with his emotions. Yes, he couldn't do this to himself. That wasn’t him. He was a strong warrior with potential that shouldn’t be wasted. It kept whispering to him, the many voices in his mind about who he was and how he was supposed to act - when would it end? Flintheart was not sure about anything right now, so he just walked along in the lush forest, letting the leaves brush over his fur and the chirping of birds invade his ears as his mind endlessly wandered.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Ryder

@Tyler_Joseph

With his new apprentice’s first lesson coming to a conclusion, Flintheart found himself sitting upon the moss-covered log within the hunting grounds by himself, looking down at his paws. A gentle sigh came from the warrior as he solemnly shook his head. “I shouldn’t even be surprised,” He murmured under his breath as he kicked aside a loose pebble with one paw, “Why would they even want an old codger like me to be deputy?” His ears flattened against his head as he could still hear that annoying ringing of the clan cheering another cat’s name as Passionstar named another cat as his second-in-command. For moons, he had worked so hard to be worth something in his old rival’s eyes, maybe gain some respect for him in the process - but no, they all still seemed to look down at him with disgust and just see him as nothing more than a burden. That reminded him of his father all too well, being more than happy that the ratbreath was rotting in the Dark Forest. Everyone in this clan always saw him as a disappointment - well, maybe except for those two youngsters, Ebonystrike and Ivoryfluff. They, at least, seemed to show some kindness towards the old tomcat that saw them grow up and become grand warriors. Even with Sparrowpaw’s training, he felt lost and like there was something missing from his life. Maybe he missed Pinewhisker, Hawkfeather and Sproutwhisker - it had been so long since they had bonded. Their next Gathering had to be soon, right? He was not sure, but all of this was making his head hurt. Grumbling to himself, Flintheart heaved himself to his paws and leapt off the log with a irritable huff. The grey male seemed to be growing weak and soft or something along those lines. He could hear his own mentor’s words, telling him that he was pathetic and that he needed to stop being so vulnerable with his emotions. Yes, he couldn't do this to himself. That wasn’t him. He was a strong warrior with potential that shouldn’t be wasted. It kept whispering to him, the many voices in his mind about who he was and how he was supposed to act - when would it end? Flintheart was not sure about anything right now, so he just walked along in the lush forest, letting the leaves brush over his fur and the chirping of birds invade his ears as his mind endlessly wandered.

Firefall's ears pinned back slightly as he made his way through the territory, trying to step lightly and avoid being stopped. The loud noises and the crowded area of the clearing made it hard to concentrate. He'd rather walk through the territory. It was quieter, more peaceful, maybe he'd even get to hunt. Firefall was a very sensitive, kind cat. He didn't like loud noises or crowded spaces, preferring the open area of the territory. The fluffy tom manuvered through the trees, scenting the air every few minutes. He didn't want to stumble across a giant group of cats, or get involved in anything he wasn't supposed to. Not even stumbling across a loner was his idea of pleasant. He just wanted to be alone with, maybe, someone he'd met before. Maybe that tom he'd talked with. Flint...uh..fall? Flintheart? Yeah! That was it..wasn't it? He raked his memories, brow furrowed. "Yeah..that was it," Firefall muttered to himself. He didn't know why he went right to that tom he met maybe twice. He did save his life that once, but Firefall shivered at the thought of that battle. It was faded, and he didn't remember any details, but it stuck with him. He was never a fighter. He preferred the quiet patience of the hunt. Not the loud, frantic mess of battle. He knew that cat, Ebonystrike, was his former apprentice, and he was a nice - if distant and snarky - enough cat. So he had to be doing something right. Firefall scented the air again, this time catching cat scent and freezing. Oh StarClan, what if they see me? He thought nervously. glancing around with wide eyes. He could just go another way, right? But this was always the path he took, and he didn't feel like getting potentially lost to avoid seeing..he scented the air again..one cat. Perhaps it was the one he was thinking about. Ebonystrike, or Flintheart. He knew them somewhat well. It wouldn't be too awkward. The scent was somewhat faint anyways, but definitely fresh. He probably had loads of time to formulate something to say to whoever was ahead. He continued on, letting his anxious brain focus on a patch of bright flowers, he liked the more colorful things in life, and they seemed to calm his brain, which was over-thinking this situation. When he looked away, he saw a gray pelt further ahead. "Oh, mousedung," he muttered, realizing he'd be too awkward to rush up and begin talking. He turned to the flowers for another split second, hoping it didn't look like he was stalking him, and then continued to pad on his usual path.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Tyler_Joseph

Firefall's ears pinned back slightly as he made his way through the territory, trying to step lightly and avoid being stopped. The loud noises and the crowded area of the clearing made it hard to concentrate. He'd rather walk through the territory. It was quieter, more peaceful, maybe he'd even get to hunt. Firefall was a very sensitive, kind cat. He didn't like loud noises or crowded spaces, preferring the open area of the territory. The fluffy tom manuvered through the trees, scenting the air every few minutes. He didn't want to stumble across a giant group of cats, or get involved in anything he wasn't supposed to. Not even stumbling across a loner was his idea of pleasant. He just wanted to be alone with, maybe, someone he'd met before. Maybe that tom he'd talked with. Flint...uh..fall? Flintheart? Yeah! That was it..wasn't it? He raked his memories, brow furrowed. "Yeah..that was it," Firefall muttered to himself. He didn't know why he went right to that tom he met maybe twice. He did save his life that once, but Firefall shivered at the thought of that battle. It was faded, and he didn't remember any details, but it stuck with him. He was never a fighter. He preferred the quiet patience of the hunt. Not the loud, frantic mess of battle. He knew that cat, Ebonystrike, was his former apprentice, and he was a nice - if distant and snarky - enough cat. So he had to be doing something right. Firefall scented the air again, this time catching cat scent and freezing. Oh StarClan, what if they see me? He thought nervously. glancing around with wide eyes. He could just go another way, right? But this was always the path he took, and he didn't feel like getting potentially lost to avoid seeing..he scented the air again..one cat. Perhaps it was the one he was thinking about. Ebonystrike, or Flintheart. He knew them somewhat well. It wouldn't be too awkward. The scent was somewhat faint anyways, but definitely fresh. He probably had loads of time to formulate something to say to whoever was ahead. He continued on, letting his anxious brain focus on a patch of bright flowers, he liked the more colorful things in life, and they seemed to calm his brain, which was over-thinking this situation. When he looked away, he saw a gray pelt further ahead. "Oh, mousedung," he muttered, realizing he'd be too awkward to rush up and begin talking. He turned to the flowers for another split second, hoping it didn't look like he was stalking him, and then continued to pad on his usual path.

Flintheart had never been one to be able to relax and truly enjoy the environment around him, always working to impress others and practically exhaust himself half to death through endless training, hunting and fighting until he literally could not do it anymore. The dark grey-furred tomcat headed along the familiar path through the woods, trying to do his best to wrap his head around everything in his life. Was he really not good enough to become deputy, or anything special? Would he die and go to Starclan without ever doing something worthy of his time? He didn’t know, yet again, what to do or how to think. His paws gently brushed over the softened green grass as his long tail swished back and forth behind him with every step that he took, the various smells of nature and mixed scents of cats skimming over his nose as he gave a lighthearted sigh. With the beginning of Newleaf now coming into play, there would be so much going on within the clans, from the excess of prey to the birthing of many, many litters of kittens. Not that it would change anything about his routine. He kept himself busy with tasks and training young ones for the future generation of Thunderclan - nothing more, nothing less. However, when the scent of another feline became stronger, it pulled Flintheart from his scattered thoughts and caused him to lift his head, scanning the area around him with his observant greenish blue-hued eyes. It wasn’t hard to spot the orange-and-white pelt of another warrior further into the forest from him. The scent familiar, like he had known it before, and the tall male did remember - Firefall. The clanmate that he had saved in the Gathering battle long ago when everything seemed to be complete and utter chaos. He must be out here, hunting or something, doing a task that was probably a hundred times more protective than whatever the Burmilla was doing. He felt useless and stupid for being like this, knowing deep-down he truly was a failure that was nothing but a mistake in his own father’s eyes. Flintheart gritted his teeth together and quickened his pace to approach the tomcat, hesitant in wondering if this was the right thing to do. He was probably busy with his own life, had better things to do and would probably get the wrong idea by all this. The warrior decided to take his chances with all of this though and gave a small exhale of breath. “Hey there, Firefall,” He spoke, trying to sound somewhat causal, “How’re you doing?”

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Ryder

Flintheart had never been one to be able to relax and truly enjoy the environment around him, always working to impress others and practically exhaust himself half to death through endless training, hunting and fighting until he literally could not do it anymore. The dark grey-furred tomcat headed along the familiar path through the woods, trying to do his best to wrap his head around everything in his life. Was he really not good enough to become deputy, or anything special? Would he die and go to Starclan without ever doing something worthy of his time? He didn’t know, yet again, what to do or how to think. His paws gently brushed over the softened green grass as his long tail swished back and forth behind him with every step that he took, the various smells of nature and mixed scents of cats skimming over his nose as he gave a lighthearted sigh. With the beginning of Newleaf now coming into play, there would be so much going on within the clans, from the excess of prey to the birthing of many, many litters of kittens. Not that it would change anything about his routine. He kept himself busy with tasks and training young ones for the future generation of Thunderclan - nothing more, nothing less. However, when the scent of another feline became stronger, it pulled Flintheart from his scattered thoughts and caused him to lift his head, scanning the area around him with his observant greenish blue-hued eyes. It wasn’t hard to spot the orange-and-white pelt of another warrior further into the forest from him. The scent familiar, like he had known it before, and the tall male did remember - Firefall. The clanmate that he had saved in the Gathering battle long ago when everything seemed to be complete and utter chaos. He must be out here, hunting or something, doing a task that was probably a hundred times more protective than whatever the Burmilla was doing. He felt useless and stupid for being like this, knowing deep-down he truly was a failure that was nothing but a mistake in his own father’s eyes. Flintheart gritted his teeth together and quickened his pace to approach the tomcat, hesitant in wondering if this was the right thing to do. He was probably busy with his own life, had better things to do and would probably get the wrong idea by all this. The warrior decided to take his chances with all of this though and gave a small exhale of breath. “Hey there, Firefall,” He spoke, trying to sound somewhat causal, “How’re you doing?”

Firefall gazed around, taking in the beautiful surroundings of nature. The bright green of the grass and leaves; the dew glistening on the blades of grass. The smell of fresh fallen dew and the comfortable warmth of the sun. It was truely enjoyable. Much better than the crowded camp that reeked of the different smells of cats; prey, of the warmth of the nursery. It overwhelmed him sometimes. The cool smells of nature helped relieve his senses. They were calming. He knew this path by heart, his paws continued on without his conscious command and he seemingly forgot about the tom ahead of him. He wasn't overthinking it anymore. A feat for him. The ginger tom took a deep breath, the roaring loudness in the back of his mind from the ceremony was fading away the further he got from camp. He never strayed far, nor crossed a boarder or went into unknown territory. Firefall continued walking, feeling more confident than before until he caught another glimpse of gray fur. His heart fluttered slightly and he walked a bit slower, unsure why he felt like that. It was just Flintheart, after all. They'd met before. The soft-furred male pinned his ears back slightly, trying to be make sure he looked natural. He was probably over thinking that, now. Great, his overactive mind was back at it again. Thanks, brain he thought sarcastically. His amber hued eyes scanned the territory. His fluffy tail swept behind him and he felt at ease since he wasn't surrouned by cats. He didn't have an apprentice to train, so he didn't have much to do on these more lain back days. Hunting a bit, maybe, grooming his fluffy pelt and sun bathing. But those got old after a bit, and he didn't want to sleep all day. So walking through the territory was a good substitute. His pelt stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the greens and browns of the forest, even against the vibrant flowers, he was easy to spot. Sometimes it felt like a burden, but other times he enjoyed pelt. Orange like fire with darker stripes, a splash of white on his muzzle, chest, and tail. It inspired his name. He knew he should be hunting; and he promised himself that he would later. The tom hated not being able to provide food to his Clan every second of the day. He often overworked himself, trying to hunt as much as he could. But his tired muscles and the lack of noise in the patch of forest he hunted in made him grab his kills and head back to camp to sleep off his exhaustion most days. This walk was somewhat uncommon for him, he only did them when he was stressed. Firefall continued walking unknowingly, though he was glad he didn't just randomly stop and stare at his paws like a mousebrain. Then he'd surely look odd, get attention he didn't want. Flintheart's voice made him blink and gaze at the Burmilla. "Oh, uh, hello. I'm doing well. How are you?" He replied, smiling softly.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Tyler_Joseph

Firefall gazed around, taking in the beautiful surroundings of nature. The bright green of the grass and leaves; the dew glistening on the blades of grass. The smell of fresh fallen dew and the comfortable warmth of the sun. It was truely enjoyable. Much better than the crowded camp that reeked of the different smells of cats; prey, of the warmth of the nursery. It overwhelmed him sometimes. The cool smells of nature helped relieve his senses. They were calming. He knew this path by heart, his paws continued on without his conscious command and he seemingly forgot about the tom ahead of him. He wasn't overthinking it anymore. A feat for him. The ginger tom took a deep breath, the roaring loudness in the back of his mind from the ceremony was fading away the further he got from camp. He never strayed far, nor crossed a boarder or went into unknown territory. Firefall continued walking, feeling more confident than before until he caught another glimpse of gray fur. His heart fluttered slightly and he walked a bit slower, unsure why he felt like that. It was just Flintheart, after all. They'd met before. The soft-furred male pinned his ears back slightly, trying to be make sure he looked natural. He was probably over thinking that, now. Great, his overactive mind was back at it again. Thanks, brain he thought sarcastically. His amber hued eyes scanned the territory. His fluffy tail swept behind him and he felt at ease since he wasn't surrouned by cats. He didn't have an apprentice to train, so he didn't have much to do on these more lain back days. Hunting a bit, maybe, grooming his fluffy pelt and sun bathing. But those got old after a bit, and he didn't want to sleep all day. So walking through the territory was a good substitute. His pelt stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the greens and browns of the forest, even against the vibrant flowers, he was easy to spot. Sometimes it felt like a burden, but other times he enjoyed pelt. Orange like fire with darker stripes, a splash of white on his muzzle, chest, and tail. It inspired his name. He knew he should be hunting; and he promised himself that he would later. The tom hated not being able to provide food to his Clan every second of the day. He often overworked himself, trying to hunt as much as he could. But his tired muscles and the lack of noise in the patch of forest he hunted in made him grab his kills and head back to camp to sleep off his exhaustion most days. This walk was somewhat uncommon for him, he only did them when he was stressed. Firefall continued walking unknowingly, though he was glad he didn't just randomly stop and stare at his paws like a mousebrain. Then he'd surely look odd, get attention he didn't want. Flintheart's voice made him blink and gaze at the Burmilla. "Oh, uh, hello. I'm doing well. How are you?" He replied, smiling softly.

Blinking at the orange-furred tomcat, Flintheart dipped his head as to silently apologize to the warrior in case he was interrupting his daily routine. “I am relieved to hear that you are doing well,” The taller male remarked with a forced smile now coming to his expression, “I’m..fine, I suppose. Just pensive and whatnot.” He was not good at small talk or even starting a conversation for that matter, and everyone knew that about him. This was his attempt at trying to further his connection with his male that he met on the battlefield - it sounded simple enough to do so. He looked down at his paws for a moment, not really knowing what to say. Flintheart had not planned this beforehand and kinda rushed forward with this interaction between him and Firefall. “It certainly is nice to see the forest in full bloom as we finally can say goodbye to the cold season, huh?” Flintheart murmured, looking at Firefall with a small smile and tilt of his head, “The prey is certainly plentiful and the sun is always shining so brightly at this time of the season.” His ears twitched to the sounds of birds chirping above them within the dense trees through the forest. The cat decided to just get to the point and stop messing around with this casual small talk. “Listen, I’m sorry if I intruded on whatever you were doing - I’ve been having a really sour day and I’ve just been overly stressed for awhile now, so I was wondering if I could spend some time with you?” When the words left Flintheart’s mouth, he immediately got a bit heated in the face, “I mean, uh, just go on a patrol together or something professional, of course. I-It’s nothing if you don't want to. It’s just that you are the only warrior that I can really consider a friend in this clan that is actually around my age and not a younster like Ebony strike, you know?” He really was terrible at admitting that he didn’t wish to be alone right now, but he was trying his best and knew that it would take baby steps in order to become better.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Ryder

Blinking at the orange-furred tomcat, Flintheart dipped his head as to silently apologize to the warrior in case he was interrupting his daily routine. “I am relieved to hear that you are doing well,” The taller male remarked with a forced smile now coming to his expression, “I’m..fine, I suppose. Just pensive and whatnot.” He was not good at small talk or even starting a conversation for that matter, and everyone knew that about him. This was his attempt at trying to further his connection with his male that he met on the battlefield - it sounded simple enough to do so. He looked down at his paws for a moment, not really knowing what to say. Flintheart had not planned this beforehand and kinda rushed forward with this interaction between him and Firefall. “It certainly is nice to see the forest in full bloom as we finally can say goodbye to the cold season, huh?” Flintheart murmured, looking at Firefall with a small smile and tilt of his head, “The prey is certainly plentiful and the sun is always shining so brightly at this time of the season.” His ears twitched to the sounds of birds chirping above them within the dense trees through the forest. The cat decided to just get to the point and stop messing around with this casual small talk. “Listen, I’m sorry if I intruded on whatever you were doing - I’ve been having a really sour day and I’ve just been overly stressed for awhile now, so I was wondering if I could spend some time with you?” When the words left Flintheart’s mouth, he immediately got a bit heated in the face, “I mean, uh, just go on a patrol together or something professional, of course. I-It’s nothing if you don't want to. It’s just that you are the only warrior that I can really consider a friend in this clan that is actually around my age and not a younster like Ebony strike, you know?” He really was terrible at admitting that he didn’t wish to be alone right now, but he was trying his best and knew that it would take baby steps in order to become better.

Firefall just smiled and curled his tail slightly, his eyes shined with compassion, a soft amber color with darker flecks in them. "Yeah, it's just been a bit..slow, I guess? Or maybe my standards have been raised from this constant war happening," he mewed, shrugging slightly. "Ah, same. It's been a bit odd these last few moons." The soft-furred tabby swiveled his ears slightly, he wasn't used to being talked to, and he usually fidgeted around during conversation. His pelt was blowing gently in the wind, the thick fur made him feel warm even in the coldest moons, but now it felt too warm. Maybe he was just blushing. Firefall stretched his claws in and out of the loose dirt beneath his paws,and he tried to find a snippet of conversation in the farthest reaches of his brain. Oh, now you're blank He cursed his mind before inhaling cool air again, to calm him. "Yes, it's always pleasant this season," he said, smiling softly. He enjoyed nature more than cats, probably. It was calm, serene, and not loud like the constant chatter of felines. The birds were singing their songs, perched safely in the trees above him. He gazed up for a split second, trying to locate the nest and failing. The noise was nice, making him somewhat at ease. "Oh, no. I was just taking a walk," he instantly smiled and dismissed that claim. He wasn't doing anything crucial. He paused at his last sentence. "Uh, if..you're sure you want to hang out with me then I'm uh..free." He cursed his stutter. Firefall cringed at his stuttering agreement to hang out, mixed with self-doubt that someone would willingly hang out with him. He didn't know why it happened, but it just did. And now he sounded weird. "Oh, uh, yeah." He felt his face grow hotter with the word friend, but he didn't say anything.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Tyler_Joseph

Firefall just smiled and curled his tail slightly, his eyes shined with compassion, a soft amber color with darker flecks in them. "Yeah, it's just been a bit..slow, I guess? Or maybe my standards have been raised from this constant war happening," he mewed, shrugging slightly. "Ah, same. It's been a bit odd these last few moons." The soft-furred tabby swiveled his ears slightly, he wasn't used to being talked to, and he usually fidgeted around during conversation. His pelt was blowing gently in the wind, the thick fur made him feel warm even in the coldest moons, but now it felt too warm. Maybe he was just blushing. Firefall stretched his claws in and out of the loose dirt beneath his paws,and he tried to find a snippet of conversation in the farthest reaches of his brain. Oh, now you're blank He cursed his mind before inhaling cool air again, to calm him. "Yes, it's always pleasant this season," he said, smiling softly. He enjoyed nature more than cats, probably. It was calm, serene, and not loud like the constant chatter of felines. The birds were singing their songs, perched safely in the trees above him. He gazed up for a split second, trying to locate the nest and failing. The noise was nice, making him somewhat at ease. "Oh, no. I was just taking a walk," he instantly smiled and dismissed that claim. He wasn't doing anything crucial. He paused at his last sentence. "Uh, if..you're sure you want to hang out with me then I'm uh..free." He cursed his stutter. Firefall cringed at his stuttering agreement to hang out, mixed with self-doubt that someone would willingly hang out with him. He didn't know why it happened, but it just did. And now he sounded weird. "Oh, uh, yeah." He felt his face grow hotter with the word friend, but he didn't say anything.

“I have to admit that this is a relaxing change to the forest, considering all the violence that has spread through the clans lately,” Flintheart mentioned with a side glance off into the bushes for a moment before turning his attention back to the orange-and-white furred tomcat that accompanied him now, “It has been rather odd, but I’m hoping that Starclan will show us some mercy after what we’ve all been going through.” The taller tomcat couldn’t help but shift his paws slightly from his spot in the fresh grass, hoping that he wasn’t messing this up too much when it came to engaging in conversations. He knew that he could worse, but deep-down, the male was still nervous. He noticed how the tomcat’s long fur moved within the wind that blew throughout the hunting grounds. His fur was too short to do such a thing and it made the cold season must harsher for him when it came to keeping warm. There was a moment of silence between them before Firefall replied to what he had previously said, making him share the softened smile that the other tomcat wore as his expression. He grew silent as Firefall looked up towards the trees, seeming to take interest in the gentle chirping of birds above them. “I wonder if any baby birds have hatched in those nests up there,” Flintheart mentioned, his tone soft before they went on with their conversation. The short-furred Burmilla nodded silently to Firefall’s claim of just being out for a simple walk, ever so slightly relieved that it was nothing dangerously important that was interrupting at the moment. It took a moment for the smaller tomcat to find a response to his question, which he slightly understood - knowing that it was kinda abrupt and without any context, approaching him and asking to accompany the fellow warrior in the woods. Flintheart noticed how he stuttered when he talked to him and his ears flattened ever so slightly. Was he uncomfortable to be around? He couldn’t help himself from asking that question, knowing that his own father and mentor saw him as a waste of space growing up. “I apologize if this all seems rather sudden and out-of-character for me, I just feel strange today and just wish to take it easy from the rest of the clan..” He murmured, looking down at his paws once again, “Thank you for letting me stay with you, I..” He wanted to say so many things, but Flintheart was already aware that he was talking too much, so he ignored that part. “What would you like to do?”

[Wolvesregion]

Aspiringspirit moved deep blue eyes around the territory, trying to find prey scent, her white tail fading into a deep black becoming visible in the light as she lifted it up to balance herself. Her siamese pattern was fairly visable in the grass, but she tried her best to hide herself.

@The Fallen Queen

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Ryder

“I have to admit that this is a relaxing change to the forest, considering all the violence that has spread through the clans lately,” Flintheart mentioned with a side glance off into the bushes for a moment before turning his attention back to the orange-and-white furred tomcat that accompanied him now, “It has been rather odd, but I’m hoping that Starclan will show us some mercy after what we’ve all been going through.” The taller tomcat couldn’t help but shift his paws slightly from his spot in the fresh grass, hoping that he wasn’t messing this up too much when it came to engaging in conversations. He knew that he could worse, but deep-down, the male was still nervous. He noticed how the tomcat’s long fur moved within the wind that blew throughout the hunting grounds. His fur was too short to do such a thing and it made the cold season must harsher for him when it came to keeping warm. There was a moment of silence between them before Firefall replied to what he had previously said, making him share the softened smile that the other tomcat wore as his expression. He grew silent as Firefall looked up towards the trees, seeming to take interest in the gentle chirping of birds above them. “I wonder if any baby birds have hatched in those nests up there,” Flintheart mentioned, his tone soft before they went on with their conversation. The short-furred Burmilla nodded silently to Firefall’s claim of just being out for a simple walk, ever so slightly relieved that it was nothing dangerously important that was interrupting at the moment. It took a moment for the smaller tomcat to find a response to his question, which he slightly understood - knowing that it was kinda abrupt and without any context, approaching him and asking to accompany the fellow warrior in the woods. Flintheart noticed how he stuttered when he talked to him and his ears flattened ever so slightly. Was he uncomfortable to be around? He couldn’t help himself from asking that question, knowing that his own father and mentor saw him as a waste of space growing up. “I apologize if this all seems rather sudden and out-of-character for me, I just feel strange today and just wish to take it easy from the rest of the clan..” He murmured, looking down at his paws once again, “Thank you for letting me stay with you, I..” He wanted to say so many things, but Flintheart was already aware that he was talking too much, so he ignored that part. “What would you like to do?”

Firefall nodded his agreement, a tiny smile on his maw. "Yes, it's actually quite nice, not having any attacks, or wars to get involved in." He mewed. "I was never good at battle." He admitted with a shrug. The tom flicked his tail behind him and relaxed; visibly less tense as the conversation continued. He usually warmed up when conversation got rolling. "I hope so as well, it'd be nice to just have a normal couple of moons." The fluffy tom hoped he wasn't making Flintheart too uncomfortable; sometimes cats mistook his quiet nature for rudeness. He was quite the opposite, but sometimes he couldn't convince them. He hated knowing he had enemies in his own Clan, it made him more paranoid. He smoothed his fur; it came up with the wind and made him look unkempt. "Perhaps," he mewed, baby birds were always born around this time. They were small and awkward for a bit, before maturing into the creatures they sometimes caught for food. He grinned slightly, attention back on Flintheart as he flicked his tail and pricked his ears up slightly, taking in the sounds of nature and Flintheart's voice. Firefall agreed to go with Flintheart because hey, he seemed pretty cool. And they'd met before. And..he didn't want to be exactly alone. He could deal with one or two cats he knew, and he was in the mood for a bit of company. He hated how he stuttered during his acceptance, he was just very awkward. "Oh, no, I just stutter. A lot. Like, a lot lot. Talking to everyone. Oh StarClan i'm rambling," he muttered, cringing at himself. Oh great, now he looked socially incompetent. He chuckled and shrugged slightly. "It's no problem, really, I could use some company." He mewed honestly, smiling. "Hm, I know a nice spot in the territory. It's got plenty of space, pretty plants. And uh, sometimes there's prey around to hunt. It's sunny, too." He rambled. It was his go to spot, actually.

[wolfie]

Originally Posted by Wolvesregion

Aspiringspirit moved deep blue eyes around the territory, trying to find prey scent, her white tail fading into a deep black becoming visible in the light as she lifted it up to balance herself. Her Siamese pattern was fairly visible in the grass, but she tried her best to hide herself.

@The Fallen Queen

wolfcall didn't know where he was going. perhaps that was the best thing to do right now. just do whatever. they should really make mentors show you want you are suppose to do when your a warrior. he couldn't focus properly without having someone barking in his ear it seem. wolfcall figured hunting was the best bet for him right now. new-leaf meant more prey, which logically they didn't need more. however starclan can kiss his furry face if they think he is going on a border patrol. socializing with others? never. wolfcall sniff the air, smelling for anything that could possibly be prey. he didn't even care if it was a cat, wait what? wolfcall blinked, okay he did care about that. he didn't eat cats. he wander around the territory before finally catching a whiff of something. it smelled.. like.. everything else. "eh, prey smells all the same so, it must be prey. " he shrugged, speaking out loud to himself.