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because i'm happy || skyy Apr 28, 2016 12:00:24 GMT

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[attr="class","stxt2"]She awoke to a vibrant sunrise, the sky stained a mesh of splattered lavender and brilliant amber, dawn light leaking out from beyond the precipices of Highstone. A heavy silence hung over the air like a bad stench, the sleeping figures of her fellow Clanmates spread far out across the camp, their forms and steady breathing in tune to a soft, whistling wind. It was peaceful, undeniably so, a morning that practically begged to be relished and basked within. Ginger painted paws extended, a back arched and fur rippled back against a breezy breath, as a maw snapped open in a long, aching yawn.
Imagine the birds twittering as they melded and formed their nests; imagine the rabbits sleepily nibbling on a blade of mildew laden grass. Imagine WindClan Camp completely sleep drenched, as they ought to be, in the incredibly early hours of a newleaf morning. Imagine a picture of complete and utter, unbroken peace, so perfect, so heartwarming even; clanmate pressed against clanmate, kits snuggled in the crook of their mothers...
And now imagine our golden tabby molly, at the very center of it all; for a moment it seemed as if she was about to curl back up into her plume of a tail, to savor the last few remnants of sleep she had left - when suddenly, a jolt wracked her system, eyes snapped wide open, and at once, in the flash of a millisecond, she was on her paws, practically dancing on her very tip toes. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!! Last night flooded back to her in an adrenaline pumped wave; assigned a new mission, a new partner -- she could barely contain her excitement for the day ahead...!
"Excuse me," she chirped, brushing past one tired warrior, and he grunted in reply; "ow!' yelped another, pulling back a throbbing paw, and Squirrelsong quickly added, "ah, sorry about that, uh, Cormorantfur? You around here! Oh!" One fae yowled in surprise as her tail was trodden upon; Squirrelsong jumped back, fur fluffed up, and she didn't even have time to utter a hushed apology, before she was sourly told to 'buzz off.'
"Jeez..." the she-cat murmured, shaking out a paw as the victim of her clumsiness padded briskly away. "Someone's in a bad mood this morning!" That was hardly enough to bring the warrior down however. At once she was up again, green gaze peering over the grumbling and awakening forms of the Clan, her tail whipping to and fro, her whiskers trembling with anticipation. The moment she caught sight of a mass of black fur, she couldn't quell a squeal of excitement bubbling up from her throat.
Not a moment was wasted - she was by his side in a heartbeat, the ginger warrior's heart practically racing a million miles per minute. This was an important mission - no, they couldn't mess up, couldn't sleep in, they had to be up and at it as soon as humanly possible! The molly cleared her throat, seemingly attempting to calm herself down slightly, before rather roughly prodding him in the side with an unsheathed claw (she hadn't exactly meant to be so harsh, she was just, well, excited, and sometimes she underestimated her own strength, in truth.) "Wakey, wakey, partner!" came Squirrelsong's spirited chirp; "we've a lot to get done today!"

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because i'm happy || skyy Apr 28, 2016 13:05:16 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on Apr 28, 2016 13:05:16 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]Mornings had never been his favourite thing. However that particular one he was dreading even from the realms of unconsciousness. Images of foxes, of Swiftfoot, of ginger fur and falling seemed to plague his mind in wisps of dreams, never staying the same long enough for him to entirely comprehend what was happening. It had the black tom unsettled, tossing in his nest, or at least it had till he’d half awoken in the night to find the gingers had backed off completely, leaving him in his nest alone. Figures. Yet, somehow in the disturbances of his mind, quiet had been found, and he’d lapsed into a deep sleep.

Not that it would last for long. No, one moment fox eyes broke through his dreams, and the next rough, sharp claws stabbed against his side, so sudden and blossoming in pin-pricked pain that he jolted back to the world of the living, heart galloping in his chest as a strangled gasp escaped his maul, body twisting away from the claws so quickly he practically rolled out of the nest. Head snapping around, he only just caught the last words fired at him, before everything hit in a wave of consciousness.

"We've a lot to get done today!" Sharp blue eyes found Squirrelsong’s form, standing there, alert, awake, and he was entirely ready to wipe the look on her face right off with his claws off needed. A growl rumbled in the tom’s throat. “Do you have no sense of decency when waking someone up?” He snapped. However, as much as it pained him, she was right. Unfortunately. Cormorantfur gave a loud, pained groan, rolling back onto his stomach and slowly hauling himself to all four paws, stumbling a bit with the effort. He sent a pointed glare in the direction of one of the gingers that watched the exchanged through one check open eye.

The large tom straightened himself, chest puffed out, and long pelt will and truly unruly. However, he was paying that no mind. Instead, he was fixing Squirrelsong with an unimpressed stare, ears lowered against his head as he forced his fur flat, taking to standing high instead. While had Sqiftfoot even remotely believed this was a good idea? Okay, so, with rogues hovering about, foxes were of the lesser concern. He’d even agreed begrudgingly that he’d help deal with the fox problem himse.f However she hadn’t said anything about a partner until the night before when officially giving the details, and that was problem enough.

When it came down to it though, the job needed to be done, even if he was hardly in the mood to do it. Grunting, Cormorantfur pushed his way forward, bumping his shoulder roughly into Squirrelsong’s as he passed, heading straight for the camp entrance. “I’m going to presume that you have got a plan?” He meowed after a moment, forcing the words out despite his urge to ignore she existed at all. That would’ve made the situation much more workable, pretend he wasn’t trailed by perhaps the most annoying member of the clan.

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because i'm happy || skyy May 6, 2016 12:53:58 GMT

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Ah, he was such a grumpy butt! The fluffy ginger she-cat couldn't help tapping a paw impatiently as icy blue eyes rose to met her viridian ones, and she barely seemed to bat an eyelash at the growl ebbing within his maw. "Have you no sense of decency when waking someone up?" the dark furred warrior snapped. Squirrelsong in truth had no decency of the sort, though that was besides the point; with a whip of her tail she'd chosen to ignore the rather scathing comment, instead darting around to his side, pressing happily up against him.

"Oh, come on, mister buzzkill! It'll be great fun!" She was already attempting to push him into a sitting position, as if he couldn't rise to his paws fast enough. And, well, to Squirrelsong - no, he couldn't. She was itching for this mission; claws digging deep into the wind kissed earth, tail swishing side to side in barely restrained anticipation, and she just wanted to run and spy and investigate the prey laden moors...ugh, why was he being so slow?

Truthfully, Squirrelsong couldn't be mad at Cormorantfur. After all, she was honored to even be partnered up with such a revered senior warrior. And Swiftfoot had made the decision, so she'd had no choice in the matter either way...ah, but that was besides the point! Fluffy ears perked as finally Cormorantfur rose to his paws; a wide grin spread across her muzzle, whiskers twitched in impatient expectation. She was by his side in an instant, matching his steady pace, already alert and on the move. "I always have a plan," the warrior assured, bounding ahead. She scampered up the dip to WindClan camp's edge in mere seconds, her paws kicking up bits of grit and dirt, before she'd clambered up onto the breezy grass of the moor. Glancing back down, Squirrelsong threw him a playful grin. "What's the matter, getting cold paws already?" came her playful tease.

Though in reality, it would be understandable if he was. Foxes were no game to mess around with; the deaths of her mother and father served as testament to that, and perhaps that was why Squirrelsong was so eager to be on the move. The brutes had claimed many an innocent life, including the life of Sparrowpaw's mother, the apprentice now serving under Cormorantfur. There was something else besides excitement and anticipation that surged her paws forward - rather, she wanted to protect the Clan she'd come to call her own, spare her denmates the grief she'd felt upon losing her family in such a way. Anger bubbled up deep within her chest, though one look at her countenance and you wouldn't think it; she remained as seemingly chipper as ever, awaiting Cormorantfur to join her on the hollow's edge.

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because i'm happy || skyy May 10, 2016 5:33:57 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on May 10, 2016 5:33:57 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]She was touching him, she was touching, him. Cormorantfur shot the she-cat a sharp look, even if he didn’t budge any faster. "Oh, come on, mister buzzkill! It'll be great fun!" The tom flattened his ears against his head, baring his teeth a little. “Fun is not why we’re doing this!” He voice was a little loud for the cats crowded around them, all too clear by the rumbles of annoyance that broke free, but Cormorantfur didn’t given any of it consideration. If he had to suffer through Squirrelsong’s irritating company, they would to.

Soon enough, they were moving, and thankfully the she-cat was bounding ahead, off in her own world almost. With a scathing look, the black tom followed suit, holding himself upright, proper, professional in the greatest sense. He had no time for silly games. "I always have a plan." Cormorantfur wrinkled his nose. “Oh, great. Thanks for letting me in on it,” he meowed dryly, as they moved out of the entrance, the she-cat scrambling up and over the edge.

Cormorantfur followed suit more slowly, reaching the edge and looking up as she stared down at him. "What's the matter, getting cold paws already?" The black tom stared for a long moment, ears lowered once more. “Your company alone produces them,” he replied, before snorting and bunching his muscles, before launching himself up the slope and clear of the camp itself. The move took some of the air from his lungs, but Cormorantfur pushed forward, shoving past Squirrelsong, and striding forward across the grass and rocks toward the far border.

“So, we have three foxes, a mother and her kits, all together and having lived inside our territory before,” he meowed, getting to business as they moved forward. Squirrelsong would no doubt be at his side in a matter of moments, unfortunately for him, so there was no point slowing the pace. The warrior finally forced his ears straight, alert, following the howl of the wind as it rolled through. The tom’s long fur struggled somewhat against it. “Remind me why this required two of us and what we hope to achieve without getting a whole patrol to chase them out?”

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alee, i figured the reason could be something like luring them out or taking them out slowly, to limit loss of lives while the rogues are starting to become an issue and need a strong clan, so they're there to find an alternative way to get rid of them.

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because i'm happy || skyy May 12, 2016 11:33:34 GMT

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There's a harsh shove as Cormorantfur pushed past, and already he's striding fast ahead. It doesn't take long for the bouncy she-cat to match his pace. He can spit all the insults in the world to her face, and it wouldn't once lessen her hyperactive edge. Okay, so he was kinda difficult to work with - but in truth, Squirrelsong found his inherent crankiness rather charming, and admired what a sturdy senior warrior he'd become.

Indeed, it was practically an honor to have been assigned as his partner on this mission. Whereas Cormorantfur might've sighed, cringed and, at last, begrudgingly accepted, the moment his name had left Swiftfoot's lips the furry ginger she-cat had been unable to quell a rising squeal. Well, as if she could go against the word of the deputy, but like she'd even want to in these circumstances! He was a revered warrior; to work with someone older and wiser than her, well, it only flared her enthusiasm for the job.

“So, we have three foxes, a mother and her kits, all together and having lived inside our territory before,” he meowed, finally cutting to the chase. “Remind me why this required two of us and what we hope to achieve without getting a whole patrol to chase them out?”

A grin twisted upwards at her muzzle - alas, she, thankfully, knows the answer to this question, and she wasted no time in spilling its contents. "Okay, so this is what we're gonna do! When we find their nest, maybe one of us can play the lure? We split 'em apart - that's the most important thing, a pack of foxes is worse than just one." She paused for breath, and also to slow her rising heartbeat - relax. It's going to be fine, Squirrelsong! "We'll take 'em out one by one," she finished with a decisive nod of her head. "...Oooor...something like that."

Okay, she hadn't thought all the details through, but it's a start! The she-cat bounded ahead, her plumy tail whipped up in the thick breeze and sailed out like a flag behind her, and she ran, relishing in the long stretch of her limbs with every sailing step. "Come on!" She twisted her neck, to peer back over her shoulder, "don't tell me you hate running too, mister grump! It's practically what we WindClanners are best at!"

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because i'm happy || skyy Jun 20, 2016 3:25:29 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on Jun 20, 2016 3:25:29 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]Cormorantfur focused on putting one paw in front of the other, his shoulder slumped, and movements more of a prowl than a stride. However, it was all he could do as Squirrelsong started on her explanation. "Okay, so this is what we're gonna do! When we find their nest, maybe one of us can play the lure? We split 'em apart - that's the most important thing, a pack of foxes is worse than just one. We'll take 'em out one by one ... Oooor... something like that." The black tom rolled his eyes, ears flattened against his head. That didn’t sound like much of a plan. It sounded like rushing in to him, and likely to get one of them killed. Before he could open his mouth to point out such a thing though, Squirrelsong was ahead, darting forward like her namesake. It was enough to get an eye roll out of the warrior.

"Come on! Don't tell me you hate running too, mister grump! It's practically what we WindClanners are best at!" Cormorantfur scoffed, lifting himself straight, and sending a glare in the she-cat’s direction. “We are not here for running, Squirrelsong.” he meowed sternly, tail tip flicking behind him. “We are supposed be stealthy, like snakes! Especially if your vague idea of a plan is to work.” The tom did however pick up the pace slightly, glancing across the moors. If that was the situation of what they had to work with, then they needed to map things out carefully. Cormorantfur lifted his head, jaws parted for the breeze to drift through, the hints of the grass, rabbits, rogues and fox brushing across his tongue and inner cheeks.

They weren’t too far from the source of their latest issue. “Can you taste that?” he asked, stepped forward and tasting the air a second time. Definitely only one fox. Maybe they could get lucky. “Do we already know where their den is?” If they didn’t, they could follow the creature back. Otherwise, it would make the first fox and easy target. A smirk twisted into the tom’s face as he let out a low chuckle, turning toward the scent and moving forward. “We have the advantage of being downstream,” he meowed in a sing-song voice.

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because i'm happy || skyy Jul 15, 2016 10:29:54 GMT

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Post by alee on Jul 15, 2016 10:29:54 GMT

Honestly, not even Swiftfoot could be more of a buzzkill than Cormorantfur was known to be. "We're not here for running, Squirrelsong!" His voice chipped at her ears like the incessant hum of a cicada, and reluctantly she slowed her pace, falling back to match his pawstep to pawstep at a more even tempo this time. But despite his sharp snap her eyes remained aglow with bright enthusiasm, the happiest of smiles dancing upon her dainty pink lips.

"Okay, okay," came her burbling purr, pushing in against the stoic form of the warrior and playfully flicking him upon the shoulder blade with a twitching tail tip. Unshed energy crawled like a marching of ants beneath her pelt; hopping from paw to paw, her muscles poised and practically ready to spring at the slightest of movements, the ginger fae managed to quell her bubbling hyperactivity, and mustered what she thought to be an incredibly serious expression. Quickly she cleared her throat, giving her dark furred companion a determined nod. "Stealthy. Like snakes. Got it!"

Despite what she hoped to be a grave tone, she just couldn't keep the excited tinge away from her voice. They walked on - Cormorantfur an imposing and severe presence as usual, with Squirrelsong adamantly attempting - and failing - to match his grave disposition; from the purposeful way he walked, to the stiff twitch and flick of her tail. The wind sailed past, carrying with it an intoxicating array of scents. For a moment she was distracted by the sweet, telltale smell of a rabbit, and she snagged the white bob of its tail in her peripheral, before it ducked back beneath its burrow. A disappointed sigh escaped her lungs.

Well being 'stealthy' was all well and good but it certainly wasn't Squirrelsong's style. "Can you taste that?" Cormorantfur asked. At once Squirrelsong sprung to attention, her muscles wriggling eagerly beneath her pelt, head snapping left to right. "Where is it? Where??" the she-cat hissed, determination flaring bright upon her countenance. Quickly the excited warrior bit her tongue, adding in a hushed, apologetic whisper, "right - stealthy. Don't worry, I got this!"

Taking her time, Squirrelsong drew in a long breath. The tastes of WindClan moors danced oh so delightfully upon her scent glands, followed by the sweet brush of prey just begging to be caught. But there was a more menacing tinge to these usually so placid, familiar smells. Her bones stiffened painfully as she detected the musky odor of hound, oh so similar to the one she'd smelled upon her father's fur after his awful, untimely death.

For once she fell quiet, the memory tapering her enthusiasm for the briefest of moments.

"It's den has gotta be nearby," she murmured, drawing in more of the bitter smell. She glanced over at Cormorantfur, her brow furrowed in a rare show of concentration. She'd do this for HareClaw; for Snowsong. Quickly the she-cat matched his movement, eyes fixed ahead for even the slightest sign of fox. Her heart practically leaped up to her throat as something red and bushy passed through the underbrush up ahead.

She'd never seen a fox before. Was this the same brute that had killed her mother? Her father? Suddenly Squirrelsong didn't feel so enthusiastic to meet it face to face. She'd seen what it had done to her family; torn them from limb from limb, as if they nothing more than a harmless little mouse. Her ears pressed back against the flat of her skull, whiskers trembling in anticipation as a black nose poked from the bush, twitching and snuffling at the earth.

"Any ideas?" Truth be told from here on out she wasn't sure what to do. When Swiftfoot had offered her a vital part in the mission, Squirrelsong had jumped at the chance to not only work with the renowned brilliant - and undeniably grumpy - Cormorantfur, but also to participating in preventing any more deaths at the claws of such a nasty beast. But the creature was so much bigger than she'd ever expected...At that moment an idea struck her brain, fast and rushed as all her ideas were, but an idea nonetheless.

"Could we maybe like...back it into a corner or something? Oh, oh, even better! If we could get it pressed back against its den, then it should be an easy fight! Right?" Her eyes shone proudly at her little revelation. "One of us will just have to lure it somewhere perfect for a take down!"

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