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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 12, 2016 20:08:34 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 12, 2016 20:08:34 GMT

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though his tail and throat ached, and he still felt dizzy from blood loss, king was surprised to realize he didn't regret saving the clan cat at all. "i really must be going senile or crazy or something..." the rogue muttered to himself, very softly, rocking on his feet again. he found himself brushing fur with the lean cat, but managed to avoid using the tentatively offered shoulder of support. cool blue eyes shifted to deertail, who was seemingly holding back just a bit. "still afraid i'm going to have you for my dinner, clan cat?" king commented, too tired to muster any malice in his quiet growl.

king moved slowly, his cinder colored tail half-dragging behind him. when he realized this probably wasn't doing much for his pride or his wounds, he did his best to elevate the at this point useless appendage. "so what kind are you? rabbit chaser, fish cat or... one of the other ones?" he asked, revealing his very limited knowledge of the clan cats. king didn't really know why he asked- why he even cared. but he was too groggy to pretend he wasn't curious about deertail.

the den he'd chosen had only been temporary at the time, but now it was looking like he'd have to lay low for a while until he was healed up. strong, ancient tree roots arched up to form a secure enough place for a cat or two to sleep. the roots above his head protected him from rain, while the rest of the tall tree shielded him from the wind. in order to have any real ability to hide from predators he'd have to drag himself beneath the roots and deeper into the dark crevice, though. if that vixen came back looking to take a bite out of him, he'd be a goner. not that he would bring that up to the clan cat.

the big gray tabby sank down to lay on his side beneath the arching roots. the sandy ground was relatively warm and comfortable, and after a few days the den had begun to smell like him, mixed with the scents of blood and meat from prey eaten earlier.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 12, 2016 20:47:41 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 12, 2016 20:47:41 GMT

For the most part the walk was quiet, filled with shuffling footsteps and the soft sound of King's tail occasionally dragging against the ground. Occasionally the bigger tom would brush against Deertail's flank or shoulder but the two didn't drift too close. For his part, Deertail kept his amber gaze fixed ahead, carefully picking his way over tree roots and over uneven tracks. Normally on solid ground Deertail was...less than graceful considering his warrior suffix was normally given to cats with great balance. It was in the trees where the brown warrior flourished and while he was content with that knowledge it wasn't something he wanted flaunted in front of a loner. So, Deertail focused on his steps and tried to tramp down the fact that he was...probably breaking the warrior code in so many places and that Pinestar would skin him alive if he came back to camp smelling like a loner and foxes. 'I'll need to roll in some garlic or something,' Deertail thought miserably.

'still afraid i'm going to have you for my dinner, clan cat?'

King's low grumble brought Deertail out of his wheeling thoughts. Perking his ears, the amber-eyed warrior looked over at the grey loner. "I'm not..afraid," Deertail said after a moment, following a bit behind King as the tom approached a tree growing at the edge of a clearing. Around the roots a den had been dug out of the sandy soil, roots arching over it and tangling to create a half-shelter. Deertail chose not to admit he was perpetually some level of alarmed or jumpy. King didn't need to know that, he probably already had a bad enough opinion of clan cats. Instead he watched as King shuffled toward the den.

'so what kind are you? rabbit chaser, fish cat or... one of the other ones?'

Rabbit...chaser? He blinked dumbly at King for a moment as the tom approached the break in some tree roots to lie down. Really? Deertail stared at King as the tom laid down. A rabbit chaser. Fish...cat. It wasn't often that Deertail was affronted, he saved such strong emotions for Barkstep and Lynxheart, the more forward warriors in SkyClan but this was the first time Deertail hadn't been recognized for his clan. It wouldn't (or shouldn't) have surprised him since King was a loner but there was a tiny voice in Deertail's mind vehemently saying he was NOT a measly WindClanner or fish-breathed RiverClanner!

"Uh...No...I'm not those." Deertail looked around the forest, gaze flickering to the tree that grew above King's den. Flicking his tail, Deertail decided he might as well...correct the loner. Or at least Deertail owed him a bit of a meal since it looked like the tom would be too tired to hunt for the evening. So, Deertail decided to fix both problems at one time.

Bounding across the clearing, the amber tom took a running leap at King's den. Sharp claws dug into the rough tree bark and in quick, easy movements the young tom shimmied his way up the tree into the branches. Moving with light steps, weight balanced evenly between his limbs, Deertail continued to climb through the tree until he caught a squirrel's scent. Pausing, balanced on a branch, Deertail scanned the tree he was in and the nearby branches of other trees. There! His gaze locked on to a squirrel harvesting from a branch in an oak tree adjacent to the one King made his den under. Bounding along the tree branch, Deertail leaped into the other tree. The branch bowed under his weight but held strong. Moving quickly, Deertail chased the squirrel into a hole in the tree, dragging it out by its tail and landing a quick killing bite to the squirrel's neck.

Squirrel held firmly in his jaws, Deertail picked his way down the branches until he found himself standing above the clearing where King's den was. Peering down, Deertail debated the distance and decided it would be fine. Nodding to himself, Deertail adjusted his hold on the squirrel before running down the branch and leaping down, letting his body fall into the clearing. He landed on all fours in a deep crouch the way Barkstep had taught him when he was an apprentice. He didn't often use SkyClan's preferred fighting technique often but this time Deertail decided he liked the easy dramatic flair of just dropping down in front of the loner, looking more confident than he really felt.

Straightening up, Deertail padded toward King and dropped the squirrel within reach. "SkyClan," Deertail meowed at last, sitting back on his haunches but keeping respectfully outside of King's den. The squirrel laid dead between them like a peace offering. "I'm a warrior in SkyClan. Not fish or rabbits." If there was a bit of mischief in Deertail's gaze or a tiny smirk curling his lip, well, who was going to tell?

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 12, 2016 21:23:36 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 12, 2016 21:23:36 GMT

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he wasn't convinced by the younger cat's reply that he wasn't afraid, but decided to let it drop. king himself had had his share of fear today with the vixen's fangs sinking into his throat. and when deertail had walked away, leaving him laying there bleeding, he truly had thought he was finished. not that he really would've minded. the thought of the vixen or some other predator coming back to finish him off was what king considered unpleasant. he decided the incredulous look on deertail's face as he stared at king was far from unpleasant, though. the rogue even managed a half-grin. there was something endearing about how truly offended the warrior seemed. he guessed that the cat in his company was not a fish cat or a rabbit chaser. huh.

as he lay on his side, fur dirty and bloody, he watched the tall brown tom race toward him and dimly wondered if deertail had changed his mind and really was going to kill him off. it certainly seemed well past due. what would a clan cat want a rogue around for? but then the warrior was racing up the tree like he was built for it. something about that action reminded him of another cat he'd known, but he couldn't quite remember her name. he was unable to see much more beyond deertail having gracefully ascended the tree above him, so he simply waited, feeling drained and limp. then, hardly moments later, a blur of soft tawny fur and the scent of a fresh kill. as the other tom came to stand before him, dropping the squirrel, king chuckled. "not fishclan nor rabbitclan, but squirrelclan!" he meowed, but the glint in his bright blue gaze showed he was clearly impressed, despite his snort of amusement. skyclan, that name was familiar to him, actually. he'd met a warrior of "skyclan" before, but it had been a long time ago. half a life time ago. "aren't you afraid you'll break your neck, dashing around like that?"

the muscular rogue cautiously extended his neck and sniffed the offering, as though fearing some kind of trap or sneak attack. he was getting tired again, and his throat ached badly, more with every word spoken. he tentatively pulled at the fur on the warm animal, trying not to flex the tendons in his neck too much as he did so. before taking a bite of the revealed meat, however, he paused and seemed to have words sticking in his throat. king slowly raised his gaze and met the amber eyes that already seemed almost familiar to him. "you, er, must be hungry from running so far...?" he trailed off, looking down at the squirrel again with apparent fascination, studying its fur pattern like he'd never seen such a thing before.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 15, 2016 17:49:49 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 15, 2016 17:49:49 GMT

For a moment, fear tingled down Deertail's spine as he waited for King to say something. Uncertainty coiled in his belly and tugged painfully, tying his stomach in knots but the brown warrior pushed it to the back of his mind. After all, it wasn't terribly unfamiliar. When King finally spoke, a surprised laugh bubbling from the big loner when he dubbed SkyClan SquirrelClan instead loosened the knots. Deertail ducked his head a bit, a shy smile curling his lips, much to his surprise, and a warm wash of amusement chasing off the punishing anxiety. Abashed and shyly amused, Deertail's golden eyes shone as he watched King laugh but he did not try to correct the loner. Some of his fellow clanmates might have puffed up in indignation or started lecturing but Deertail had set himself up for that joke and he knew how to fall with grace so he let the fox-bitten tom have his laughter and basked in it quietly himself. He had never interacted with loners like this before...where claws and snarls were absent and laughter filled the space instead. It was nice.

'aren't you afraid you'll break your neck, dashing around like that?'

Brown ears twitched at the question. Sitting back on his haunches, Deertail settled into his customary low crouch with all his limbs tucked safely under his body. "I'm not. It's easy to focus up there. It's quiet." No prying eyes, tutting tongues or sneering faces. No clamoring crowds or nosey queens. Just the rattle of leaves in the wind and the rush of dropping several feet from one branch to another, adrenaline simmering through his system. Deertail loved it. Crowded camps and cramped hunting grounds crowded with brush had never been his favorite. Deertail preferred walking the tightrope so to speak, tiptoeing along slender branches and swaying with the branches in the wind. It felt more harmonious. "It's the closest cats will get to flying."

'you, er, must be hungry from running so far...?'

Shaking his head, Deertail glanced up at the sky. The sun was edging toward the horizon slowly but surely. Late afternoon. He'd have to go back to camp soon...before Creampaw or Barkstep came looking for him. His stomach growled in contradiction with his words but Deertail ignored it. He felt tired from his heart-pounding sprint but there was no time for that now. If he didn't get home eventually someone would realize he was gone and in his frightful run Deertail had made no effort to hide his scent. He could lead them straight to King and though the loner was beyond SkyClan's border that didn't necessarily mean he would be left alone. Pinestar would have a field day if he found out Deertail had helped a rogue, whether or not that rogue helped him. So, Deertail shook his head to King and nodded to the squirrel.

"You should eat it. You'll need your strength. I have to go back to my clan before someone realizes I'm gone."

The words felt wrong rolling off of Deertail's tongue. He was hesitant to leave King to his own devices in a lonely den well away from anyone that could help him. Tawnygaze preached almost daily the deadly threat of infections...what if King got sick and it was all Deertail's fault? This tom hadn't had to help Deertail despite his earlier words. The fox would have been busy ripping into Deertail and paid no mind to King, giving the grey cat plenty of time to run. Instead he had bounded in to help and been nearly throttled for it. Nervousness wriggled around Deertail's insides again like a nest of newly hatched snakes. He wouldn't rest easy until King was back on all fours, not swaying and dragging his tail.

"I'll come back to check on you soon. To make sure your bites don't get infected," Deertail said, trying to sound more firm than he felt as he stood. "Thank you for your help...you didn't have to save me and we both know that but...thank you." Hesitating a moment, Deertail leaned forward and touched his nose to King's forehead. It was a common greeting and goodbye gesture between clan cats, particularly friends or family but to King it was probably foreign (and unwelcome). Pulling back, Deertail turned and bounded away into the forest, trying to squash the warm wash of embarrassment that rose up. He tried to ignore it by focusing on following his scent trail back to the clearing where he'd nearly trampled King, ears burning.

Notes: exit deertail stage left xD
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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 16, 2016 16:20:45 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 16, 2016 16:20:45 GMT

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"it's the closest cats will get to flying." the long-legged cat seemed filled with wonder at the possibility of flight, and king couldn't help but picture him with big, feather-y wings attached to his back just below the shoulder blades, ready to carry him away on the soonest serendipitous breeze. the thought brought a small smile to his face. he wondered how he would like dashing about the tips of the trees, fearless as a squirrel. king was probably too heavy though, more bulk than gracefully distributed lean muscle. he guessed he'd be confined to the ground for the time being anyway, with his injuries.

as deertail announced that he'd have to return to skyclan, the big gray tabby felt a swell of disappointment in his chest and squashed it down furiously, breathing deep against the unfamiliar ache. it obviously was no surprise that the clan cat would be leaving, going back to where he belonged, to his family. king wondered what it felt like, to belong. he had had the opportunity for family before, of course- always abandoning it without hesitation, going wherever his paws urged him to go, unwilling to stay. yet this was the first friendly conversation he'd had with any cat in moons, and now the nimble skyclan cat was going to be leaving him, confined here to his den, empty but for bones. yet his heart lifted a bit as the warrior noted that he'd be back soon. "you don't have to do that," king muttered, surprised but strangely elated at the idea of seeing the other cat again. it would be pretty lonely and boring, just laying here by himself. but then... it wasn't very different from his usual existence, except for his body was more functional and cooperative normally.

he was taken aback as the tom touched his nose to his forehead, where the stripes formed a pale arch. king would have pulled back if he'd known it was coming but it was very brief and made his belly feel warm, his skin tingling a bit beneath his fur. "bye," king mumbled awkwardly, fighting a desire that presented itself to ask deertail if he might want to stay, here, with him. he watched the young warrior's retreating form, whiskers twitching at how quickly he'd gone. then, when the other cat was out of view, he smashed his head down onto his paws and closed his eyes tightly, hoping that somehow sealing them would block out the embarrassment he felt. bye. what a stupid thing to say. why am i such an idiot? the rogue flattened his ears to his skull and buried his face deeper between his paws. the rest of the squirrel was going to have to wait until tomorrow. once he stopped feeling like a dumb yearling he'd eat a bit more and stow it away deeper within the den, then sleep for a while. with luck his dreams wouldn't include the fawn colored cat with his warm golden gaze, wings spread as he ascended high above king before vanishing into the open sky.

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