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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 4, 2013 22:59:06 GMT -5
Sunlight burned into the grass of the moorlands, marking it with gold and beauty. The sight was welcome to Smokefeather's eyes. The weak warmth that the sun gave off was enough to lift his spirits, even if the chill in the air bit into his shoulder and made his old wound ache. Smokefeather had long since grown used to the pain that would pull at his bone, where an owl had once torn into his flesh. The throbbing barely bothered him as he sat near the camp entrance, his ears pricked and his eyes surveying the beautiful dips of the hollow where WindClan made their camp. Nothing could dampen his spirits. Nothing except being overlooked again for a patrol. It happened all too often that cats looked him over for the warrior duties that they thought would strain his injury. Smokefeather stood up and looked about for Silverleaf or some cat who might want to go out hunting. He'd go with or without the deputy's assignation. He wouldn't let the cold weather or the doubts of some of his Clanmates stop him from doing his duty. Besides, he wanted to get out of the camp and onto the wide moors that he loved.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 4, 2013 23:11:18 GMT -5
Heatherclaw padded over to his friend smokefeather "hay smokefeather whant to go hunt or spar I need to stretch out my muscles this cold whether is makeing them so stiff"he said extending his claws and then retracting them in anticipation
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 4, 2013 23:25:39 GMT -5
Smokefeather pricked his ears at the sound of Heatherclaw's voice. He turned and smiled at his friend, glad to see one cat who considered him good company, even on a cold day when his wound could be stiffer than usual.
"That sounds good, Heatherclaw," he meowed in his bright, smooth voice. The tom flicked his tail energetically, glad at the chance to get away from the camp and exercise, whatever form of exercise that entailed.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 4, 2013 23:28:16 GMT -5
Which one you wanna do hunt or spar "heatherclaw mewed stretching "maby cloudbelly would lime to join us "he said licking one of his paws
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 4, 2013 23:34:43 GMT -5
Smokefeather tipped his head to one side.
"I would say hunting would be better, since the Clan will need all the prey it can get now that the chill's coming on," he meowed thoughtfully. He flicked his ear and blinked, wondering where Cloudbelly was. Smokefeather glanced around the camp, ears pricked, looking for him.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 4, 2013 23:38:54 GMT -5
Okay then lets hunt I don't see cloudbelly around so "heatherclaw mewed and roles in a patch of snow "I hats that my pelt is so dark I swere all the pray could see me from 10 foxlengths away"
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 4, 2013 23:42:36 GMT -5
Smokefeather nodded slightly. He wondered why Heatherclaw had mentioned Cloudbelly if he didn't know where the warrior was, but he figured it was just a passive thought. The WindClan tom stretched out his shoulder, careful to ease the tension in his injury.
"Your pelt's nothing to mine," Smokefeather laughed. "At least you can blend in with the dark gorse when it gets colder." Smokefeather shook out his grey fur and sighed.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 4, 2013 23:46:40 GMT -5
Heatherclaw smiled" yeah true you do have a very unnormal pelt Color for windclan cats but lets get going"
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 4, 2013 23:50:40 GMT -5
Smokefeather let out a huff of breath. There were other cats in WindClan with his coloring, or something similar. But regardless, he figured it wasn't worth arguing much. With a final stretch Smokefeather stood straight and flicked his tail.
"Okay, lead the way," he mewed.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 4, 2013 23:57:55 GMT -5
Heatherclaw noddend and padded tored the west side of the more that was sheltered buy the wind and snow"maby the west side of the moor has some pray willing to come out of there burrows
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 5, 2013 0:14:34 GMT -5
Pricking his ears, Smokefeather glanced in the direction Heatherclaw indicated. Finally the tom nodded.
"That sounds good," he said.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 5, 2013 0:16:53 GMT -5
Heatherclaw padded in they derection
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 5, 2013 0:25:23 GMT -5
OOC: ... This is why one-liners are not the minimum requirement. You leave me with nothing to work with lol.
Smokefeaher followed Heatherclaw out of the camp. His spirits lifted as he made his way out into the wide moors. With a happy sigh, Smokefeather bounded forward a few paces, ignoring the wrenching pain in his shoulder long enough to enjoy the feeling of freedom and wind and life trilling through his lungs and his heart.
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Post by Heatherclaw on Jan 5, 2013 0:53:41 GMT -5
heatherclaw looked around as he padded west the moors were tan and white inter mixed the wind suddenly picked up sending cold air through his thin fur "i wish newleaf would hurry up this cold weather is torture to us moorland cats the wind is fastest and coldest up hear and plus i miss the flowers that doted the hills and how the pray was always out now we are just struggling to get buy"
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Post by Smokefeather on Jan 5, 2013 1:02:08 GMT -5
Smokefeather said nothing for a moment. He could complain about the cold weather and how it made his shoulder ache worse than usual. Sometimes, when it was very cold, his shoulder would get so stiff he could barely walk. But Smokefeather had never been a cat to complain. It had been his own choice to save that kit, even though he had known he probably would not have survived. He was grateful to be able to walk at all. To be alive to serve his Clan. That was enough for him.
"Cold weather or not, the Clan is hungry and we must do our best to feed them," he meowed simply, his senses already aligning themselves with the wind, testing for prey-scent.
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