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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 19, 2016 2:46:23 GMT

Post by blossom(semi-hiatus) on May 19, 2016 2:46:23 GMT

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Falconclaw

We are ~~Alive~~, Here in Death Valley

Stalking through the grass with his head and tail low, Falconclaw stalked a small but colorful bird, his focus entirely on his prey. He was not nearly as skilled a hunter as Cinderstep but he was determined to provide for his Clan anyway. He had invited his siblings to meet him here for a hunt, but had decided to get an early start. He felt determined that he wasn't going to let Cinderstep out hunt him this time, even if she had every time before this.
He loved competing with his siblings, even in a contest he was almost certain to lose, and it was nice to get out with them and let his guard down. If other cats saw the way he was with his siblings his reputation would almost certainly be ruined.
Closer. Closer. Just a few more steps - Now wait, wait- NOW!
He sprung just as the bird was about to take off, managing to catch its wing with a slow, but precise, swipe of one of his massive paws. The bird tumbled to the ground with him and he scrambled to kill it before it could regain its composure and take flight again. A clumsier kill then he would have liked, but at least he had gotten it.
Unlike most SkyClan cats, he preferred earthbound prey, since his large size made it difficult for him to jump and strike as quickly as his Clanmates and made him wary of climbing into the upper branches of the trees. Still, he made due, and every once in a while managed to bring back a bird or two. Sometimes he wished he was able to hunt as well as his sister, but he was also glad that she had something that she excelled at that he and Boulderheart did not.
Speaking of his brother, The silver tabby was surprised he hadn't heard his brother lumbering through the woods like a lopsided badger yet. He scooped up his catch and made back toward the fallen tree where he had asked them to meet.

Noes: Not the greatest thread starter ever but you know...

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 20, 2016 22:12:57 GMT

Post by ` r i v e r on May 20, 2016 22:12:57 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]Ho ho ho! What a day this was!

Boulderheart meandered out of camp, a bounce in his gait and a jovial smile on his maw. Still quite a fresh warrior, the thought of going out into territory alone and without a mentor frantically searching when you were missing for too long still left the tom a little giddy. Of course, he had still let everyone who would listen to him know that he was going out hunting (not that they had really cared). He had to share the news that his brother had invited him and Cinderstep hunting because this was certainly a special occasion. Usually he was the one pestering the stony tom to spend time with him. Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t love- he was just…busy, most of the time. And grumpy. Ah, but the sun was shining! The birds were chirping!

Today, yes, today was a good day.

The long-furred tom ventured into SkyClan territory, massive paws pounding imprints into the soft forest floor. New-leaf was Boulderheart’s favourite time of the year (though this was only the second he’d ever experienced) and the season was certainly not disappointing. Blossoming buds stretched their heads to the sky, blades of fresh new grass had poked their way to life, and the sounds of the forest were varied and vibrant. Plus, the weather could still be described as mild. In the heat of greenleaf, when heat radiated through the foliage gaps, one could scarcely find Boulder in anywhere but the shade. His thick fur became more of a hinderance than an advantage. Hence, these cooler temperatures were preferred.

Getting deeper into territory, he searched for his brother who, of course, had to run off first (no doubt to compete with his more proficient sister) despite Boulderheart’s protest that he’d only be a few minutes. Picking up a scent, he skipped his way over in its direction, undoubtedly scaring off half the prey in the forest.

He moved quickly, but distractedly, attention shifting towards the clouds overhead. Oh look at that! That one was certainly a mouse! And that one- that could be a turt-

In his distraction, he had slammed headfirst into Falconclaw’s rear-end, all of his fluffy, oversized frame pummelling into his brother. He crashed to the floor, a little dazed, before slowly picking himself up off the floor. If it had been any other cat, one without the similar looming body size of Boulderheart, he probably would have crushed them.

He let out a hearty laugh, shaking the grass from his coat, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Huh huh sorry bro! You know me- paws too big for my own good.” He playfully knocked his shoulder into Falconclaw’s side.

“Oh look at that- you already got a bird! No fair.”

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 21, 2016 0:37:24 GMT

Post by blossom(semi-hiatus) on May 21, 2016 0:37:24 GMT

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Falconclaw

We are ~~Alive~~, Here in Death Valley

Falconclaw had been having such a nice morning, his the warm sunlight and cool breeze easing him into the lovely day. He had caught a bird already, which boded well for the rest of his hunt. Unfortunately, this, and his moderately good mood, came to an end when a familiar fluffy mousebrain crashed into him, sending him stumbling forward and smacking face first into the dirt. He was half a second from snarling at the oversized lump he called his brother when Boulderheart shoved him, almost causing him to lose his balance again.
He swiped at the back of the fluffy grey giant's head, satisfied by the loud smacking sound that resulted when he made contact. He loved his brother dearly, but he spent much of their time together wishing that he could pummel some sense into him.
"Paws too big or brain too small?" He snarled in response to his brother's words, "And knowing you, that's the only thing we're going to catch today. I bet you scared off all the prey between here and camp!"
He pawed at the ground, actually rather angry he hadn't heard the big lumbering beast coming until her had crashed into him. He didn't even bother to flattened his fluffed out tail, just spun on his brother and began to storm off.
"Where in the forest is Cinderstep? I'll go insane if I end up stuck with just you all afternoon!"

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 23, 2016 20:15:26 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on May 23, 2016 20:15:26 GMT

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It wasn't in her nature to run late but today Cinderstep simply hadn't been able to avoid it. The morning patrol had run overly long due to heightened security around the borders. It had taken them longer to comb the fringes of SkyClan's territory for signs of unwelcome visitors. Any other day it wouldn't have bothered Cinderstep but this particular day had just happened to be the day Falconclaw had suggested a hunting trip with their brother Boulderheart. While it wasn't uncommon to find the three young warriors lounging around camp together in the evenings, they were seldom seen all together during the day thanks to their various duties. Cinderstep often ended up on lengthy patrols or hunting on her own since she was without an apprentice but quite a skilled huntress. Falconclaw and Boulderheart, while passable hunters, were horrible at rising early so they often had different patrols than the ones Cinderstep was assigned. So, when Falconclaw of all cats suggested the three of them spend the day hunting together Cinderstep hadn't wanted to turn down the invitation. It had made her usual dancing step impatient during the patrol, a rare streak of impatience making her want to hurry things along so she could go join her rambunctious brothers.

When at long last she'd been free to go, Cinderstep had bounded off in search of her siblings. Currently the solid grey she-cat was dancing her way through the tree branches, nimbly leaping from tree to tree like a squirrel. Boulderheart and Falconclaw probably hadn't gone far but it was still faster for Cinderstep to cover the ground from above, her light steps barely making the branches sway as she passed along her way. Giddiness sang through the young warrior, a small smile decorating her elegant face as she slid along the bowing branch of an elm before leaping to the nearest branch at the last second.

Per their usual natures it didn't take long for Boulderheart and Falconclaw to give themselves away. The boom of Boulderheart's hearty laugh guided Cinderstep's footsteps as her pace slowed, the grey she-cat dropping down onto a low oak branch above a sunlit clearing. Below, Boulderheart bumped his shoulder into Falconclaw's while the short-pelted tom grumbled and lashed his tail. Warmth spread through Cinderstep's heart as she watched her striped siblings. She loved her brothers for their loudness, even Falconclaw's sharpness. A soft purr rumbled in Cinderstep's chest as she listened to Falconclaw complain about her lateness. Crouching low, Cinderstep let herself have a little flair of drama as she dropped down from the branch on the fringe of the clearing.

"Apologies for my lateness," Cinderstep meowed, her voice mouse soft compared to the natural boom in Boulderheart's and the crispness in Falconclaw's but light with amusement. Light green eyes danced between the two toms, so similar but so different. Rising from her crouch, Cinderstep moved toward her family, sunlight warming her dark fur as she slid from the shadows at the clearing's edge. Brushing against Boulderheart's thick pelt, Cinderstep purred in greeting before moving to Falconclaw and brushing her head against his chin in greeting. Standing between the two, Cinderstep felt quite small though she was really average for a she-cat. Both toms simply dwarfed their sister but Cinderstep had never felt intimidated by them. They were safe and truly gentle giants outside of battle. "It's good Falconclaw started his hunt, you two may catch more than me today with his advantage," Cinderstep teased lightly, waving her tail toward Falconclaw's catch.

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 24, 2016 0:05:24 GMT

Post by ` r i v e r on May 24, 2016 0:05:24 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]Thwap

A paw connected with the back of Boulderheart’s skull, causing him to stumble forward slightly. This wasn’t the first time his brother had thwapped him. It was unlikely to be the last, either.

"Paws too big or brain too small?”

The grey tom, vision still a little starry from the cuff to the head, stuck out his tongue, a faux expression of hurt on his maw. The effect lasted for only a moment, however, as the facade was broken by his escaping laughter, erupting like a bubbling volcano. Oh Falconclaw, that card! He was definitely funnier than he gave himself credit for, that’s for sure. Maybe other clan mates didn’t see it- what with the fact that most of his jokes had a sharp undertone of annoyance- but Boulderheart sure did. But, then again, it wasn’t exactly a challenge conjuring up amusement from the lumbering tom.

“I bet you scared off all the prey between here and camp!"

He shook his head, exclaiming loudly enough to further prove Falconclaw’s point.

“Nonsense! I am an excellent hunter. Best the forest has ever seen. Very quiet too.” To illustrate, he crouched low to the ground, long fur grazing the forest floor, and stalked forward, his target a leaf gliding to and fro. He slipped onwards, albeit a little sloppily, towards it, eyes narrowed in comically over exaggerated concentration. With a surge of his powerful muscles, the tom leaped into the air, letting out a great battle cry, and crashed down on his unsuspecting prey, rolling as he reached the ground. He ended up on his back, a big furry lump, with the leaf dangling from his jaws. He glanced at Falconclaw with a look of triumph, a goofy, lopsided grin plastered on his face, and mumbled through his kill.

“See? What did I tell ya?”

His brother mentioned Cinderstep’s lateness- she was hardly ever tardy- and Boulderheart shrugged, pushing himself to his feet with leaf still in mouth, ready to follow his departing brother. Ah, he was always getting so worked up. Knowing her, she was just busy keeping up with her numerous clan duties. Out of the three siblings, his sister had always been the most responsible. The most mature. The fairer of the three. She was grace and soft lines and sunbeams. Kind and warm. He had a special love for Cinderstep, for how she was always there when he needed her, for her soft-spoken nature. Although Boulder felt a need to protect his sister, more often than not she was the one protecting him.

Just moments after Falconclaw’s exclamation, the grey she-cat dropped effortlessly from the trees above. Her tendencies to travel suspended above ground had always amazed Boulderheart, considering his absolute lack of climbing abilities, and he made a soft noise in surprise, dropping the leaf he had still been clutching between his teeth. She brushed against his side and he nuzzled at her as she past, a purr building in his throat. He laughed at her words, giving his fur a shake.

“Yeah, I’m not sure if you have a chance anymore, Cinder. I’ve already caught a leaf and I’m just getting started.”

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 24, 2016 2:27:20 GMT

Post by blossom(semi-hiatus) on May 24, 2016 2:27:20 GMT

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Falconclaw

We are ~~Alive~~, Here in Death Valley

Falconclaw spared a glance for his brother, just in time to watch him catch a leaf, but before a snarky retort could form on his maw, Cinderstep landed between them with all her grace. If Falconclaw was capable of doting on anything, it was her. He may have berated her soft nature, but it was out of worry for her. He knew it would be easy for her to be drawn in and hurt by others. The idea of someone hurting her made his blood boil and thankfully the thoughts were forced easily from his mind as she grazed her head under her chin. He couldn't suppress the purr that escaped him as he gently leaned into her.
He turned his massive head back to his brother, who, admittedly, he did also love, but not in the same way. While the jovial laughter almost always warmed his heart, he felt no need to worry that his brother may get his heart broken. He assumed it was simply that Cinderstep was so delicate looking. Compared to them she was so tiny, and he knew that others thought she was beautiful. He had almost gotten in a fight with a patrol member recently because of it! A warrior nearly double their age had approached him and suggestively asked if his sister liked older toms, and if she was single.If it hadn't been for that big black mouse-brain, Obsidianheart, stepping in, he probably would have clawed the older warrior's eyes out.
Once again his blood was bubbling and he huffed, forcing the memories back. He hoped that neither of his siblings had heard about the near scuffle, and was glad that Obisidianheart rarely opened his mouth unprompted. Still, it wasn't hard to imagine word getting back to his brother. The tom was widely popular, and one of few cats large enough and brave enough to challenge him.
"Off with one of your suitors?" he asked, wishing he had been able to sound more like he was joking and less bitter, "Or perhaps you just want me to kill our brother?"
He wished in that moment his tone hadn't sounded quite so harsh, but he wasn't the type to backpedal, so he stood strong, giving her one of his most scathing looks. Besides, her reference to his catch had his competitive nature raring again, and a small petty part of him wanted her off her game.

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 24, 2016 3:05:00 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on May 24, 2016 3:05:00 GMT

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Few cats had a tongue so sharp as Falconclaw's. It was quick and clever, gouging deep wounds long before his claws found their mark. It had always been his gift and curse, driving a wedge between the burly tabby and many others. Cinderstep had never felt the need to wear armor against Falconclaw, reading concern in his scolding and loneliness in his jealousy. He would flash his fangs at any and all who approached Cinderstep and the few that spoke ill of Boulderheart because unlike the face he showed to the clan, he was protective. For all the acid that dripped from his tongue Falconclaw cared, guarding and snarling to ensure all was right in is world. Boulderheart by contrast protected his heart by broadcasting it, showing the world that no a single dark thought lingered in him. It was in this constant ebb and flow of Boulderheart's light and Falconclaw's shadow that Cinderstep walked in the medium twilight in between, soothing Falconclaw's ruffled sensibilities and basking in Boulderheart's open affection and earnest love.

'Yeah, I’m not sure if you have a chance anymore, Cinder. I’ve already caught a leaf and I’m just getting started.'

Cinderstep offered a gentile smile to Boulderheart, tipping her head to one side. "Oh? Well, I'll just have to try my best then," Cinderstep meowed, green eyes lit with amusement at Boulderheart's kit-like playfulness.

'Off with one of your suitors? Or perhaps you just want me to kill our brother?'

A purr of amusement rumbled from Cinderstep as her mossy gaze traveled back to Falconclaw. For all his frowning and sharp tongue he looked ruffled and sour as though the thought that Cinderstep had truly been away with a suitor was a personal offense to him. In some respects perhaps it was. More than one rumor had reached Cinderstep's ears over the moons of Falconclaw chasing off toms that inquired about Cinderstep's...availability. A few of her female friends tutted over her brother's overprotectiveness, inquiring how she would ever find a mate with such a smothering family but Cinderstep didn't see it that way. Falconclaw was not gentle in his affections, only sharp and biting. The fact that he bothered to meddle in her affairs at all reminded the young she-cat that she was in fact cared for. Someday she would take a mate and move to the nursery bearing kits but it would only be with someone her brothers could approve of, both of them. They meant no harm when they stuck their noses in her business and Cinderstep understood that. On light paws the grey she-cat danced across the space between her and Falconclaw, skimming her side along her brother's sleek striped fur as though to actually soothe ruffled feathers.

"What need do I have for suitors when I have such fine brothers for company? Before I know it you'll be courting your own loves and have no time for your silly sister" Cinderstep meowed, bumping her head gently against Falconclaw's shoulder. "Now let's hunt before the moon rises. Are we going together or separate to race?" She turned her question to Boulderheart, dark ears swiveling toward her longhaired sibling.

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 24, 2016 8:56:43 GMT

Post by ` r i v e r on May 24, 2016 8:56:43 GMT

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[attr="class","text"]How his brother watched over Cinderstep and her love life had always been a cause of amusement for Boulderheart. In those barbed remarks and cool tones were finely masked affections. His love was transparent, thus he never understood why Falcon felt a need to hide it behind anger and sharpness. It’s not like the clan didn’t know, what with him biting the heads off of any tom that even came close to the grey she-cat. His sister, despite her understated nature, was exceedingly beautiful. He admired her in the way one would take in a sunset; warmly. She had always been graceful, smoothly sloped, and delicately made. There was no doubt in his mind that one day she would lay claim to a kind tom, someone who would treat her with the same sort of respect she granted all of her clan mates. She was much too smart to fall for anyone cruel, anyone with ill intentions. Hence, Boulderheart never felt the same need to defend her virtue, as Falconclaw did. In fact, he couldn’t wait until she had kits. The idea of little hairballs running around- small, playful versions of his sister, made him giddy with excitement. He would undoubtedly be the best uncle the clan had ever seen, with his jovial moods and passion for fun. Of course, he would never even consider punishing the poor little scraps if they stepped out of line, so perhaps ‘best’ was a relative term. Nonetheless.

He was certainly not ready to become a father. Oh, what a laugh! If he did- those poor kits. They would know plenty of love but not a whole lot else. The gap in maturity between the three SkyClan siblings was no doubt staggering to those outside of the family. All born on the same day, Cinderstep carried herself as many moons older than her male counterparts. For this reason, Boulderheart often considered her his older sister, despite her more petite frame. Falconclaw, on the other hand, possessed a cunning that hardened his features into a cat much older than the fourteen moons he was. Boulderheart, of course, was something else entirely and was likely to remain as, well, Boulderheart for as long as he could manage. When he received an apprentice- that would be a transformative day, indeed.

The grey tom watched Falconclaw berate his sister, voice sullen and dark.

“Or perhaps you just want me to kill our brother?"

At this, he looked at him sharply, clucking his tongue and mumbling under his breath.

“I’d like to see you try.”

As per usual, Cinderstep’s reply was coated in gentle amusement. She had a subtle talent for diffusing the anger in her brother’s voice, smoothing his words. Most of the time, when Boulder tried, he just managed to facilitate more annoyance. A smile was a cherished treat. But hey, you win some you lose some. Thus, it didn’t really bother the hulking tom.

“Are we going together or separate to race?"

His sister returned her attention to him and he shrugged rather nonchalantly.

“Well, Falconclaw looks about ready to claw my ears off so I suppose it’s more or less up to him.”

He turned to the silver tom, tilting his head sideways.

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[Boulderheart/Cinderstep/Falconclaw] Wait For It May 26, 2016 2:49:28 GMT

Post by blossom(semi-hiatus) on May 26, 2016 2:49:28 GMT

` r i v e r , feeling kinda blue

Falconclaw

We are ~~Alive~~, Here in Death Valley

"Now let's hunt before the moon rises. Are we going together or separate to race?"
“Well, Falconclaw looks about ready to claw my ears off so I suppose it’s more or less up to him.”
Falconclaw scowled and sighed, shifting his weight slightly. He wanted desperately to out do his sister, but the whole point of this little outing had been to spend time with his siblings. He made a face, and let the calming sounds of the forest and his sister's presence ebb away his frustrations. After a long moment he nodded and glanced between his siblings.
"Well, we already have a clear advantage here," The broad tabby flicked his tail toward his catch and his brother's leaf, "Two to none, so it would hardly be fair. Maybe we can work together and bring down something really impressive. And Boulder might actually catch something edible."
He stood suddenly, taking a more playful swipe at his brother's ear. Cinder's presence had a way of mellowing him, and with the way things had been going for the clan lately, he could use some mellowing. While he preferred his mask of eternal annoyance, since it kept most cats frightened of him, or at least away from him, it was nice to spend time relaxing among the trees with his family. The only cats that truly knew him.
"Maybe we'll find a small hawk?" He suggested, flexing his claws into the soft dirt, "I'd like a real challenge. Something to sink my teeth into."

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