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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 11:39:06 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
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It is, Acaciatail decides, destined to be one of those days. One of those days when all your best intentions decide to war with one another and all the things you dislike jumble into a big, tangled mess. It's unseasonably warm for this time of year, which is just the sort of thing that she would normally just tell herself to ignore. But, on top of being a bit too warm under her fur, she's on a patrol at dewing falls, which means the misty spray of the waterfall has covered her already uncomfortable pelt with a fine layer of water droplets that cling and mat together to make her look a bit like a drowned old beach rat. Sighing, she twitches her wings to dislodge a few drops and turns to her patrol mate, a self depricating smile on her face and a shrug rolling her shoulders.
"Looks quiet to me," she mewed evenly, casting one final critical glance about the area. No trespassers, be they cat or creature, no stone out of place, nothing at all out of the ordinary to note. Patrol well done then? The sun is high now, blearing down upon the cats in all its just past midday glory. "Ready to back to camp?" She adds, more than ready for some shade and lunch.
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Post by BRIGHTNOSE on Aug 25, 2013 12:16:50 GMT -5
the clay was soft, the future bright he never liked patrols. well, really, he never liked the territory. it seemed his body wasn't made for leaping across cliffs and scrabbling up stone like a lizard. he'd fallen from the cliffs more than once - thankfully they were very short drops - and he wasn't looking forward to adding more numbers to that count. leaving camp made him nervous, so very nervous, but there isn't any helping it, is there? with a grimace, brightnose thought of how nice it would be to have been born into a wolf pack instead of a clan. in packs, there's an omega. and omegas don't hunt or breed or fight unless they have to. they babysit. they take care of all their pups and just try to stay out of the way of all the other big bad wolves. and that's what he felt like his future should've been.
and yet, here he was, with his fur fluffed out defensively against the flying droplets of water from the quick flowing falls, his paw pads aching, and his whole body trembling in fear as he attempted to make his gangly legs find some sort of balance on the rocks. after finding a sturdy looking place to stand, he let out a relieved breathe and turned his gaze to acaciatail, a white she-cat with a ginger face and a sense of balance that made him jealous. he just didn't have anything going for him that'd be any use in cliffclan except for maybe his nose. he could smell a lizard a hundred foxtails a way, but what good was that if you couldn't catch it?
"oh, um, yeah," brightnose said, his claws extended in some effort to cling to the rock, "w-why do we need to patrol so often? it's not like any other clans can climb these cliffs..." his voiced trailed off at the thought, his whiskers twitching anxiously. not even all their cats can climb these cliffs well. in example, a fluffy ginger and white tom named brightnose.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 18:39:34 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
text | "talking" | thoughts | Casting a concerned gaze over to Brightnose, all the minor annoyance that Acaciatail had been feeling suddenly melted away. Yes, it was unseasonably warm for leaf-fall and yes, her white and gold fur was covered in the uncomfortable weight of waterfall spray, but at least she was surefooted and certain she could make it back to camp on her own paws. Agile and well balanced, Acaciatail had never doubted she was meant to be anything but a true Clffclan cat. Scaling the slippery, jagged slopes of their home was as simple as a walking Cypress Beach for her. Poor Brightnose looked as though he felt quite opposite, clinging uneasily to ever paw hold he could get.
Softening her gaze, she leapt over a little closer to the tom, landing neatly a few tail lengths away. "You never know, some of the other clans can be a bit crazy, they might take it upon themselves to try, just to throw us off." Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she thought. "You've heard about that mangrove maze assessment Swampclan's apprentices go through, right? Any clan that's lizard brained enough to do that to their future warriors can't be too logical." She well remembered hearing about that from fellow apprentices at the gatherings of her younger moons. She couldn't imagine having to try something like that. Then again, she did regularly scale nearly shear cliff sides for no other reason than she could, so there was that. "Come on, you lead the way and I'll follow behind," the warrior offered, shrugging off in the direction of camp. If she kept right at his shoulder, she could help guide him through the safer spots and catch him if he went to stumbling.
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Post by BRIGHTNOSE on Aug 26, 2013 17:58:41 GMT -5
the clay was soft, the future bright brightnose watched with a hint of envy as acaciatail leaped closer as easily as if she had wings. sometimes it just wasn't fair. he wondered if his clanmate would be willing to trade some of her agility for his clumsiness, if she was feeling generous enough. blinking his amber eyes in curiosity, he listened to the she-cat's amused voice. "would they really?" he asked, a bit of a high pitch in his voice and he glanced around nervously as if pineclan cats were going to attack them right then. well, he certainly wouldn't put it past them. he'd heard stories about their behavior, and they were less than friendly.
and her next tale was even more shocking! "a-a-are you serious? is that why they're so..." he lowered his voice, his eyes shifting about just in case any swampclan warriors were listening, "tiny?" the tone in his voice hinted that not very many of their apprentices made it to their warrior ceremony. it scared him. suddenly, he was so very glad he was born in cliffclan instead of of the swamps. they were like jungle children, those cats. they always had a bit of a wild look in their eyes as if they could jump you at any second.
gulping fearfully, all brightnose did was nod when acaciatail suggested him taking the lead. he kept replaying the idea that swampclan was sending apprentices to their deaths oh god they were feeding them to the alligators he bet in his head like an eternal record. he shuffled his paws before taking a cautious step forward, cautiously moving towards the spot where acaciatail was standing. he trusted her not to let him fall to his death. or at least he hoped. he leaned against the white she-cat's shoulder, seeking some sort of balance before moving towards the lead. oh boy, he just hoped he made it home alive. he didn't want to die and be reborn in a clan full of lunatics and giant lizards.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 21:47:39 GMT -5
Acaciatail
"she's that feeling you get on a [Sunday] ; [Forgiveness] when you need it the most"
text | "talking" | thoughts | The white and ginger molly gave a shrug as it incredulous question. What cat could say? They would be bird brained to try it but Acaciatail was not the kind of warrior who put it above any clan to attempt to scale their stony cliff home it the thought suited them. "If it suited them, they might." Came the simple but neatly summed up reply. Truthfully, it summed up what she expected were the motivations and actions of many a cat and clan: if they took it into their heads to try something and convinced themselves it was a worthy endeavor, then certainly they could be capable of any stunt or attempt. Still, it would be foolish for them to try and yet more foolish still for Cliffclan to let their guard down on an assumption.
"Well, it's not as if their apprentices don't make it out eventually," she put in, her tail waving in a dismissive sort of gesture. "From what I understand, it's a matter of timing and if they can navigate it efficiently enough. Their warriors keep an eye on them, I would imagine." It would, after all, be poor practice to leave your clan's future defenders and hunters completely defenseless. Still, it seemed a daunting way to ensure your warriors were prepared for their duties--not to mention, a bit impractical. What did navigating some maze prove about one's warrior abilities? She would keep her cliffs and slopes and rocks, thank you very much.
Brightnose did not seem any more reassured to be at the front of this patrol than the back. Still, he managed a nod and stepped closer, pressing her shoulder before overtaking her just slightly. As he moved past her, she gave a confident, and hopefully reassuring, nod. He'd be just fine, and she would be sure of it. As they moved forward, Acaciatail kept close, her shoulder rubbing occasionally across his flank, ready to dig in and hold him to the slope if he should stumble. How in the name of StarClan had Brightnose made it this far, she wondered, if he could barely scuffle his way around Dewing Falls without the crippling fear of losing his footing? (Granted, that curiosity was not something he needed to know she was thinking). Instead, she merely kept her eyes open, calling out helpful 'what your steps' and 'to the rights' when they seemed necessary. "We'll be back at camp before you know it," she added as they continued along.
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