in the north (bird) | Closed

TEAM SKYCLAN

skyy and her socks

Founder • Administrator

I could put in a stardust in your eyes, put a little sunshine in your life

1,411 posts completed

in the north (bird) Dec 3, 2015 11:51:14 GMT

Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 3, 2015 11:51:14 GMT

There was something soothing about the birch glade. The way the trees stood high, their tips touching the clouded morning sky, and the delicacy of the leaves as they fluttered, much smaller and thinner than those of the oaks that otherwise filled the territory. The small ferns that covered the forest floor and the fine mist in the air only added to the calm, the beauty, the peace of it all. Pinestar would always inhale deeply, and enjoy every moment of it. While many things swarmed throughout his mind, the territory itself, which was something he could always find comfort in.

After all, in the territory there was time to think and rarely did a cat go past or stay to chat. The other clans were far from him and there was simply peace. Something that was rarely present in other areas. As much as he loved the buzz of the camp, the territory, that was where he really thrived. Not to mention where he felt his most productive. Large, practiced paws made gentle paths between the small fern frons, deep amber eyes scanning through the misty toward the far reaches of the glade. His tabby and white pelt pricked up slightly against the morning cold.

His intention however was not to go far. Behind him he was conscious of the camp entrance, a small break in the glade that led to the safety of the hollow. No, standing in the glade, looking up toward the tree tops was just another morning routine, and he sat himself down a few fox lengths away from the entrance itself, beneath one of the trees, and keeping his gaze up for a long, steady period. If a cat needed him, they could find him. For Pinestar though, it was a focusing act, a moment to embrace the territory, to be thankful to StarClan, and to remember what was needed for that day.

His tail lay still amongst the greenery, and the leader forced away from his mind any concerns about the deputy’s organisation or the camp’s recent gossip that focused on cats like Hawkpaw and news of Falconstar’s rise beyond the border. None of that was his concern there and then. He needed a plan of attack for Snakepaw’s training, for his own hunting goals, and for the approaching gathering. That was all. The large leader took a deep breath and gave a little nod. Centring himself would always come first, before attempting anything else.

tagged: bird , for snowpaw
ooc: <3 i hope this is okay!

Last Edit: Dec 10, 2015 3:07:13 GMT by skyy and her socks

bird

Legacy Account

I'm a simple person with a complicated mind

64 posts completed

in the north (bird) Dec 4, 2015 1:05:43 GMT

Post by bird on Dec 4, 2015 1:05:43 GMT

Snowpaw padded through the birch glade, her eyes looking steadily at the ground before her. Her tail was held straight out behind her as she went forward. She wasn't quite sure why she was here. She may have needed a quick break from training, or maybe she just wanted to get away from the bustle of camp. Either way, she was eager to get away for a short while, and she had been desiring a walk through the birch glade by herself for a while. Birds in the trees may have been chirping, but the forest still felt silent compared to the noise in the camp. Snowpaw enjoyed the quiet. It gave her time to think.

Part of her hated to be alone with her thoughts. She enjoyed being distracted by what was happening around her, and it was difficult to face herself when she was left alone at times. Memories could be painful, and she often felt the guilt and horror that came along with what she had done. She was an awful cat, whether others knew it or not. She had made so many mistakes, and the biggest one killed the cat that she should have been closest to. Part of her hated being alone, but part of her felt as though she deserved to think about it. She did a horrible thing, she needed to face it or she would carry on without remembering. How she wished she could forget without her conscious getting in the way.

She took a deep breath, and caught the scent of another cat. She was not completely sure who it was, but it was certainly a SkyClanner at the very least. She sighed in relief; she was not ready to deal with a trespasser, not to mention one with the determination to go this far into SkyClan territory.

She approached the other cat, her mossy green eyes raising from the ground and looking around her in search of the other feline. She soon found Pinestar, sitting rather solemnly. He looked to be in deep thought. Should she interrupt him? No, probably not. He was, after all, the leader. He surely had plenty of important thoughts to think about. She was sure that he knew more than she did about clan affairs, and with the gathering coming up she could imagine that he would be stressed. Despite her better judgement, she walked closer to the tom. It wouldn't hurt to say hello, would it?

"Good day, Pinestar," Snowpaw called out, her tail raised high in a friendly gesture. She was afraid to say more. Hopefully, he wouldn't be angry that she had interrupted him to say what she had.

Word Count: 448
Notes: It's great! <3

snowpaw . sandfeather . shrewblaze . Mothflame

TEAM SKYCLAN

skyy and her socks

Founder • Administrator

I could put in a stardust in your eyes, put a little sunshine in your life

1,411 posts completed

in the north (bird) Dec 5, 2015 11:46:40 GMT

Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 5, 2015 11:46:40 GMT

It was interesting exactly how many thoughts liked to assault him whenever there was quiet moment. His discussion with Half-face from the day before, about the frequency of patrols passed across his mind, and for a moment he almost latched onto the moment to reconsider what he’d said. After all, had he said the right thing? Or was he completely wrong and made his deputy wonder exactly what he was thinking. The uncomfortable pricking of uncertainty buzzed at his paws, and clawing at the ground a few times, he took another deep breath, and forced it away. He’d said the right thing. There was absolutely no reason to think otherwise.

The same went with his latest conversation with Lilyfang. While she'd been much better over time since they'd had their argument about her bull-headedness over the whole deputy thing, his mind always liked to trace back to that fight, about the whole event. Did he made the right decisions back then? All that time ago, it hardly seemed relevant these days when things were stronger than ever. That was worth not thinking about it in itself. So, once again, he chased the thoughts away, and gave his pelt a little shake, trying to free himself from the uncertainty that clung to his pelt like snow. He’d made the right decisions, and thinking about them again wasn’t going to help. That was the mantra he needed to keep in mind, rotating on a constant basis to keep his sanity in tack.

It appeared though, he may have some assistance, as pawsteps, small ones reached his ears. Pinestar straightened ever so slightly, head turning in the direction of the noise to find Snowpaw, making her way forward with tail high. "Good day, Pinestar." The leader blinked for a moment, before giving a little rumble of a purr, tail flicking and a warm look settling in his eyes. “Oh, good morning Snowpaw,” he meowed, voice deep, but held a little quieter than his usually booming volume. The peace was too nice to shatter completely. “Not often I see you passing through here at this time. Have you already been out today?” Had Half-face assigned the apprentice to anything? He couldn’t recall.

It didn’t matter though, the distraction was welcomed. For all his enjoyment of time alone, company was always welcome when the thoughts became too overpowering. He wasn’t sure he could ever be completely alone for that reason all of itself. Pinestar’s gaze moved across the glade before him for a moment, before back to the apprentice, as he gestured to the ground beside him. “If you’re not in a rush, come sit for a bit. Enjoy the peace of the glade before Spiderpaw or Snakepaw come rushing out.” His whiskers twitched slightly with amusement, as he turned his attention from Snowpaw, back up to the pieces of sky moving high above the frail leaves of the birches. A twisted jumble of whites and grays, with small glints of blue as the clouds brushed their way through.

tagged: bird
ooc: <3

Last Edit: Dec 10, 2015 3:08:26 GMT by skyy and her socks

bird

Legacy Account

I'm a simple person with a complicated mind

64 posts completed

in the north (bird) Dec 6, 2015 17:56:11 GMT

Post by bird on Dec 6, 2015 17:56:11 GMT

Snowpaw froze as she awaited the tom's response, but it ended up being a positive one. She relaxed as she heard the tom's low, rumbling purr, and she felt comfort in the fact that her leader had not snapped at her for interrupting his thinking. He meowed in response, his voice deep, but Snowpaw almost thought that he sounded differently now than when he would, for example, talk to the senior warriors when sharing tongues. It did not sounds higher in the slightest, but the intensity of the voice was less intimidating for the very small she-cat. Maybe it was because of her size, maybe her rank, or maybe the silence of the glade was just too precious to break. Either way, Snowpaw was grateful.

Pinestar continued to speak, and Snowpaw's ear gave a flick. "I am just taking a walk. It is very peaceful out here even if it isn't too far from camp," She mewed lightly. It was the truth. The brisk newleaf air kept her fur cool and stimulated her thoughts. "I was just thinking to myself. But no, Halfface has not assigned any patrol to me today. I think that she heard that Asterfang was going to take me out to train later today." She responded.

The she-cat looked out at the glade when she noticed Pinestar's gaze shifting from her, and her eyes scanned the peaceful trees, stretching towards the sky. It reminded her of the fur of a warrior getting ready for battle, their fur raised to make them seem bigger. She was not sure why she jumped to this conclusion, but her mind frequently strayed to battle ideas. Part of her hoped to start battle training to show what she could do, but part of her felt that she wouldn't be strong enough or fast enough.

Snowpaw looked back to Pinestar, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Sit with him, the leader? She had never even thought that an apprentice was worthy of doing such a thing. Usually, the leaders stayed around the senior warriors to talk. She had never been asked to sit with Pinestar before. Maybe he wasn't as preoccupied as she had thought. Maybe he was bored or something.

Her whiskers gave a twitch as she padded towards the leader. She sat down next to him, just a smidgen away from where he had motioned for her to sit. She looked over at the leader as he looked up at the sky above them. She wondered what leaders thought about. What kind of things did they worry about, feel joy for? "If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about?" She asked without thinking. Mousedung! She may have just ruined everything.

Word Count: 456
Notes: <3
Tagging: skyy and her socks

Last Edit: Dec 6, 2015 17:58:14 GMT by bird

snowpaw . sandfeather . shrewblaze . Mothflame

TEAM SKYCLAN

skyy and her socks

Founder • Administrator

I could put in a stardust in your eyes, put a little sunshine in your life

1,411 posts completed

in the north (bird) Dec 10, 2015 1:56:23 GMT

Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 10, 2015 1:56:23 GMT

"I am just taking a walk. It is very peaceful out here even if it isn't too far from camp. I was just thinking to myself. But no, Half-face has not assigned any patrol to me today. I think that he heard that Asterfang was going to take me out to train later today."

It was like the apprentice had read his mind for a moment there, commenting on half-face's organisation. Yet he dismissed that particular thought and bobbed his head in acknowledgement. Walks were the best way of clearing the mind. They didn't need to be far or of any particular kinda Simply the motion, the quiet and the scents were enough sometimes to chase away the feelings that could bog someone down longer than they needed them. It was certainly one of the reasons he sought time to himself out of the camp's hustle and bustle. Only by taking in what existed could one really feel... themselves he supposed. Being part of a clan has expectations and behaviours that others wanted. Sometimes facades were necessary to continue to survive and prosper in the environment. Knowing who you actually are however, still stood as a key part to survival of the mind to the leader regardless. Individual cats always had the best ideas.

"Good, I'm glad he didn't try to overlap on duties," was all the leader said in response, before moving on. Snowpaw, despite appearing surprised, or at least that was what he read her expression to be, she did come join him. Through the corner of his vision he watched her move over, even if his attention remained mostly above. There wasn't any need to watch her the whole time. Soon enough though, she had something else to ask, and that alone had him turned his head down and to the side to consider the smaller she-cat. "If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about?" It was a good question, and one that was of perfect fairness to ask. After all, he supposed sitting out in the territory alone was a good prompt to thought being the reason why. The question was simply how to respond. For a long moment, he considered Snowpaw.

It would be easy to respond in something about the past, to tell the tales of wars with ThunderClan of his first apprentice. He didn't particularly like talking about his own thought, either. However, this was a different sort of situation, one that wasn't with a cat his own age or a warrior who might use it against him. But simply a curious apprentice who still had things to learn. He twitched his whiskers, before finally deciding. "About bits of everything, really. Things I did long ago, and things that were said yesterday. There are a lot of elements to consider in the world, and paying attention to what comes through in every detail in itself is the only real way to understand what's going on. But it takes time to process." Pinestar's tail twitched. "Then again, a lot of the time I just need to keep doing things. Too much time to think is just as bad as no time. Everything required balance." He realised it was likely a slightly cryptic answer, but, if the apprentice wants specifics he'd leave that to her to ask.

Pinestar's gaze moved back to the ferns across the glade floor, slithers of grass poking their way through and up toward the dappled sunlight. "That's the issue of over-thinking, or trying to reach perfect. What is right, and what seemed right at the time can morph into two very different things the longer you think about it, to the point where a simple request can seen rude or badly worded the next day. So, I suppose that's what I was thinking about. Thinking about over-thinking."

tagged: bird
ooc: sorry for the wait!

Last Edit: Dec 10, 2015 3:10:14 GMT by skyy and her socks