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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 22:51:17 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
text | "talking" | thoughts | Though she was fond enough of her apprentice, Acaciatail would be the first to admit that training the lively young cat was exhausting. Group combat training days all the more so: between showing off her battle moves (which were admittedly quite impressive) and flirting with every tom cat from six moons to sixty, Acaciatail felt a bit as though she spent half the day reminding the young cat to focus. Still, when she did manage to focus, the white and dark apprentice was an impressive sight to behold. If she could keep her attention to where she set her paws and manage to not fall of a rock before she made it that far, she would be an excellent warrior one day.
Acaciatail was not sure that she personally would survive that long. Luckily, she was surefooted enough that even exhausted she could pick her way to camp with little effort, but when she arrived in the grassy expanse that lay before the caves and inlets, she felt dead on her paws. After an in vain attempt to shake it off, the golden and ginger warrior made her way to the freshkill pile, plucking off a nice sized oriole, its bright splashes of color and dark plumage a sharp contrast against her own.
A quick, cursory glance of camp told her that there were still quite a few patrols out--only those cats who'd had duties earlier seemed to linger in the slowly receding leaf fall sunlight. Dappledflower was just a few wing spans away, however, and so Acaciatail took her dinner and padded over to take a seat near the older warrior. "How was your day, Dappledflower?" she asked before taking her first bite of bird, the familiar flavor immediately bringing back some of her depleted energy.
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Post by DAPPLEDFLOWER on Sept 8, 2013 11:40:49 GMT -5
. DAPPLEDFLOWER .
when everything seems lost, there's always one more light
Dappledflower was beginning to become that she-cat. The one who was aging towards elder moons. It was hard to think that she might be like that. Especially since she was so motherly, though she didn't have any kits. And she didn't have kits. So motherly. So happy and content when she was around kits. Though she didn't have any. And at this particular moment she wished that maybe, just maybe, somebody would change that. But they wouldn't, and she knew it very well. Sighing softly the calico she-cat looked up at the sky, so beautiful on a day like this. Her paws kneaded the ground uneasily before she walked to the fresh-kill and picked out a fluffy bird, probably more feathers than flesh. Disregarding the realization she let the bird hang in her jaws as she moved away from the pile.
Cats weren't seen everywhere, many were out on patrol. But with her aging self, she wasn't sent out as much as she used to be. That could be partly because of her sister. Ibis-star knew how Dappledflower had become. Solemn at times as she contemplated life and all that it could truly bring, but never did. The she-cat gave a few licks to her paws before she blinked slowly and turned back to her bird. Taking a bite from it, she let her eyes wander as she found a form approaching her. It was Acaciatail.
The she-cat was quite pretty, with a pretty apprentice on top of it. Though a handful of apprentice. Sighing softly, her ears flicked forward at the sound of her voice. How was she? She was...well....well. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. How are you dear?" Dear. It was clear that she was motherly and nurturing. And so now as the younger she-cat accompanied her, she would be able to take up some sort of connection. Hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 15:28:31 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
text | "talking" | thoughts | Acaciatail loved stories, details, the connections that existed visibly and invisibly between every situation and that love made her observant in a way some cats were not. As a warrior, it was one of the reasons she was so well suited to their dangerous home: she had not earned her warrior name solely based on physical balance, but the mental effort that likewise contributed to sure footedness. As such, it was not difficult to discern the hesitation in the older she cat's voice but, too polite to prod without invitation, she let it lie between them for the moment.
"Wonderful to hear," she purred, tucking back into her dinner briefly, tugging out a bite of flesh between feathers, using one paw to pul them away while she answered the return question. "Glad for the end of the day, honestly. Training an apprentice is more exhausting than I imagined." Absently, it made her hope that she hadn't been as taxing on her mentor but she had had siblings to help curb her energy and keep her grounded between training, so perhaps she hadn't been quite as much of a pawful.
"Are they always like that?" She asked, deferring to the older warrior. Dappledflower had enough moons of experience to know better than Acaciatail would on the matter. Though really, Dappledflower was such a kind hearted cat, she couldn't imagine her thinking any young apprentice was a pawful. She could just picture her patiently shaking her head and re-explaining for the dozenth time how to properly hunt in the caves.
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Post by DAPPLEDFLOWER on Sept 9, 2013 14:39:42 GMT -5
. DAPPLEDFLOWER .
when everything seems lost, there's always one more light
Dappledflower smiled broadly as she heard the she-cat talk about her apprentice. The she-cat herself hadn't had an apprentice for quite awhile now. While she was still fully capable of training a young handful of apprentice flesh and fur, she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to. Regardless, if her sister decided it was something she was to do, she would go ahead and do it.
As Acaciatail took a bite of her own meal, Dappledflower copied her motions, smiling as her stomach began to grow warm with the happy notion of being full. "Always full of spit and vinegar?" Dappledflower laughed softly. "My mother used to use that phrase. Her mother, my grandmother kittypet a long long time ago you know. Said that the twolegs would use it to refer to their young...and then it got brought here." Smiling softly she let her eyes look away for a brief second before sighing softly trying to think back to her younger days.
"You know, it all depends how you look at it my dear. If you view them as exhausting...then they will be. But if you flip it...and see the bright eyed wondering look of adventure and curiosity....then that's a bit more entertaining and warming. But not all are exhausting. Some you have to force to do anything. They're sluggish. If you ask me, exhausting ones are easier."
Her voice was kind as she stretched out, purring and giving a soft grunt as her leg cracked from the stretching and pulling. Her ears flickered and she couldn't help but find herself drifting from the present time, and back into her younger days provided by the memories.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 18:31:36 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
text | "talking" | thoughts | The lighter she-cat nodded, giving a humming purr of agreement. Always full of spit and vinegar indeed. She'd heard the phrase used now and again by other warriors but she'd never known where it had come from (or what vinegar was, for that matter). She'd known only the general meaning and none of the story behind it. But, as she felt about every story, it was fascinating. Acaciatail loved knowing and understanding the complexities and histories of her clan, and appreciated Dappledflower sharing it with her.
"I wish the exhaustion was because of bright eyes and curiosity," she admitted, one ear flicking at the quiet statement. "She's getting better, but she's such a strong fighter, I think she feels like that's all that matters. I spend half our outings making sure she doesn't fall off a cliff." It was true, she had been improving drastically of late, but she young cat still spent more time flirting and sassing back than she did listening. But, she was still an apprentice, she supposed they also all did that.
"At any rate, she's not the first apprentice of that sort, I'm sure and Starclan knows they'll be plenty more to come," a shrug and a dismissive wave of her paw as the warrior went about finishing the last of her bird. "Leaf bare is right around the corner," she observed, absently changing the conversation topic as a chilly breeze carassed the grassy expanse of camp.
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