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Post by peppermint on Jan 24, 2023 19:21:26 GMT
The sun was slowly crawling back into the earth, the horizon drenched in a thin veil of citrusy skylight. Gorseclan was special in the sense; with how open the land was, it was hard not to drown in the light of the sun and moon, each pawstep bathed inb the radiant glow. In contrast with the natural breeze upon the land, it felt like an invting warmth. Bearheart stretched with a deep yawn, ridding of any pops and knots in his bones as bits of moss from his nest got caught under his large paws. Hm. How odd… it was feeling particularly stale… Maybe it was time for a moss-run to freshen up his nest. Pausing, the tom turned his head to scan the shelves, using a paw to brush through the stock with knitted, curious brows. A small frown stretched across his face as he puffed a small breath out. “Yeah; outta catmint… Hm.”
Flicking a small ear, Bearheart made a mental note to obtain moss and catmint. “Hey Doeskip, I’m heading out to grab some things; we’re a bit low on catmint and moss,” The dark-furred medic sing-sung, waltzing right out of the Medicine Den with a mellow sway in his step. Woof. He’d been so caught up in his duties as a medic, clan-mate and part-time kit-sitter for his little sisters that he’d completely let stock go low. Honestly, it probably wouldn’t hurt if he went ahead and collected some extra herbs other than just catmint; it never did. But what fun was that to do on a cat’s own? Bearheart typically did things alone, but an extra set of paws would surely be needed. Not to mention there was a particular cat he’d been wanting to hang out with after their daily duties were done. Seeing as to how the dusk patrol was coming back into camp, it seemed the gorse cats were settling down and wrapping the day up as pelts gathered by the fresh kill pile. His amber gaze scanned the crowd for a familiar set of cerulean eyes, softening with a friendly smirk as he spotted her just a ways out of camp. Trotting over, Bearheart gave a shoulder-bump to the molly with a mirthful cut to the chase. “Oi; day’s over, ‘Bug. Wanna go out of camp and hang out? I could very well do with a walk in the Windswept Fields,” He invited with a flick of his stubby tail. ------------------------------------------- littlewing |
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Post by littlewing on Jan 26, 2023 3:03:32 GMT
It was Muddybug’s favorite time of day! Well really, she looked forward to every part of the day she got to spend with others. Morning naps, messing with the apprentices, sharing tongues… being around her clan, her family, was what brought her the most joy. So of course, she was smack dab in the middle of a crowd of hungry cats, all contentedly digging into the fresh-kill pile. New-Leaf was good to them so far; a wide variety of prey was available and no one would go hungry. If she really wanted to, she could even probably go back for seconds. Though Muddybug wasn’t too hungry at the moment, she’d probably come back later and see whatever was left and have that before going to sleep. She just wanted to be where everyone else was. Muddybug squinted at the sun, its warmth creeping away in mouse-lengths as it continued to descend. Even if camp was a tad more open than she was used to before the Journey, she couldn’t bring herself to complain about it. Everything came with pros and cons. Pros, the stars glittered like no other place she’s even known. Cons, maybe she’d get a little cold at night if there wasn’t a certain someone that usually snuggled up right against her. Well, speak of the devil. Completely in her mind, Muddybug didn’t even notice Bearheart’s approach until she felt him. She squeaked quietly in surprise, her mouth ajar with nothing but a bit of air rushing out. Just as she was about to apologize for seemingly bumping into a warrior during their meal, her expression perked upon recognition. “Oh!” Was all she could meow in the moment as she was still emerging from her thoughts, still lagging. Her body language said the rest as she popped up to let him lead the way. Muddybug shook her head, ears flopping in the quick movement. Okay, now she was present. “Yeah! But it better not be to grab any more herbs out of tree hollows. I’m done with that,” she shivered involuntarily. Her paws were a lot smaller than his and made it easier to reach into tight spaces. The last time she helped, her paw touched something soft and wet. Starclan could’ve probably heard the scream she let out. peppermint |
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Post by peppermint on Jan 26, 2023 17:56:01 GMT
Bearheart couldn’t help the sympathetic yet mirthful purr that rumbled like thunder up his throat, covering his amused grin with a large paw. “Yeahhh, no— That was entirely my fault. I should’ve warned you of possible encounters first. M’bad,” He said with a friendly grin. Though his tone spoke of amusement, one could very well detect the sincerity behind it. With a roll of his neck to really rid of any aches, the tom sighed and shook out his dark pelt, saying, “Don’t worry, I’m not about to have you root through any creepy-crawly spaces for herbs. Though, I do wanna ask we grab some catmint and any other herbs we pass along the way as we head out to Windswept Fields; since I’ve got a bumble-bee where my brain should be I’ve gone and let stock get a bit low,” he joked with a twinge of mild abashedness for his fairly important (and stupid) mistake. Starclan— you’d think he’d be more on top of things as a medic; even if it hasn’t been that long since becoming Doeskip’s apprentice. “And anyway, we’re not goin’ out just to humor my medicine cat duties— just figured I’d like to hang out with ya,” he chirped kindly, giving her a friendly smirk . “Herbs smell nice; but a cat needs time with fresh air and a good stroll, y’know?” His honey gaze softened before closing, stretching with a deep grumble of satisfaction as a fresh breeze from Gorse’s plains tugged at his fur. With a friendly flick of his little tail, he invited the molly up and out of camp with a warm gaze, saying, “You can tell me all about your day while we’re out. How was it?” Bearheart asked, voice deep and coming out with a silkiness. His demeanor, to an outsider, showed aloofness. However, those who knew Bearheart knew of two things: That’s just how he appeared and, two: He wasn’t much of a talker to begin with; more or less preferred to listen lest he was feeling particularly passionate. He honestly quite enjoyed Muddybug’s company; her way of speaking always seemed fo grab the attention of others; warriors and kits alike, and he could see why. Her company was pleasant and her happiness was infectious— kind of like sunshine personified even in the stormiest of skies; always has been. ------------------------------------------- littlewing |
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Post by littlewing on Feb 10, 2023 23:59:52 GMT
Her lifelong friendship with Bearheart meant that she was a bit more familiar with herbs than the average warrior, though not familiar enough to recognize the ‘green-and-pointy-and-good-for-you’ variety from the ‘green-and-pointy- but-very-toxic’ kind. Catmint, on the other hand, was simple. Nothing smelled quite like it. “Bumblebees can be good for the brain sometimes. Can’t have brain flowers without them,” she stated this like a fact, sealing it with a nod of certainty. Muddybug rose eagerly at his signal, just a pace behind until she matched the rhythm of his steps. If someone watched them from a generous length away, they’d only see Bearheart. The smaller molly fit snugly into the shape of his shadow, quietly thankful that she wouldn’t be squinting into the orange sun. “Hmm… what did I do today?” She scrunched up her nose in thought, the tip of her tail gently swaying back in forth as she mulled over earlier events internally. “Oh!” She perked up, ears alert. “I helped arrange some bedding in the dens and went on a patrol, then we had to help an apprentice down from a tree, but that’s not interesting-“ She interrupted her train of thought to get to the point, all in one breath. “Have you ever watched ants? Like… really watched them?” She turned to Bearheart to scrutinize his reaction. This was important stuff. “Just the way they stay in little paths and walk in a hurry. I saw some of them carrying bits of fruit and it looked tough. I wonder if they ever take a break.” Muddybug hummed, ending her ant-sized tirade. She tended to blab when let off the leash, and this only got worse around Bearheart. He never seemed to mind and she always had a lot to say. Only so many thoughts could rattle around in her head before spilling out. “If I was an ant, I wonder how we’d be friends.” The thought of not being friends didn’t even cross her mind, it was all about the ‘how’. |
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