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A morning encounter (open) Nov 28, 2015 22:07:43 GMT

Post by Decadence on Nov 28, 2015 22:07:43 GMT

Nightpaw ---

The morning air was crisp as normal during new-leaf. This was her first yet experiencing this season. The young she-cat closed her eyes tightly as the breeze racked at her slender frame. It was odd how somehow it smelt of dear Petalpaw, always reeking of moss and daisies. Her sibling could always be found in the elder den helping to apply daisy leaves to an aching elder's body. The rawness of the scent caused Nightpaw's eyes to snap open as if her sister would be sitting on the smaller stone below her as they had when kits but the stone was a empty as it had remained for moons. A pang of sadness struck her heart causing her cheek to slant downward as her lips dipped into a frown. Petalpaw would have become a fine cat, she was always so darn serious. It seemed unfair for her to have perished of sickness why not Nightpaw herself? She wasn't ambitious, wise, loving, or nearly as perfect as her sister but how she tried to honor her sister's memory by being all that she no longer could.

Emerald orbs fluttered off the stone as she attempted a half-smile as paw-steps neared the clan entrance. The morning patrol would be returning any moment now and she couldn't look like a forlorn kitten who had been denied milk. No she had to shine and look like she didn't hurt so deeply down below lest others would worry for her and tell her to stop pushing herself so hard. 'I can't stop now,' The words echoed from one edge of the she-cat's mind to the next. She wouldn't stop pushing no, not anytime soon. Stepping from the stone, Nightpaw was careful to round the edge of the clearing entrance so she would get the snoop on cats returning before they spied her. The ebony furred feline dipped her bodice low against the dirt as her paws crept her forward. She launched herself forward at the first cat to step through the clearing. 'Was the morning patrol exciting?' Her voice was rather loud as she raised herself out of her crouch and impatiently paced in front of the cat.

'Things are still quiet here, and my paws are aching to go hunt before all the lazy bones awaken. Anyone wanna come with, everything is better with more than one!' The she-cat explained with a toothy grin as she casually pawed at a wayward feather before her. The poor apprentice just couldn't bare to alone right now, not with this breeze and her thoughts.

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A morning encounter (open) Dec 8, 2015 5:01:36 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2015 5:01:36 GMT

Tired white paws padded towards the camp entrance. Being a deputy has tiring work, and in the few moons she's been working with Rosestar, she already felt like she has aged to be even older than her leader. However, the she-cat didn't mind the work; it gave her something to do. Not only that but being deputy gave her the opportunity to serve her clan in a way that she couldn't before which she adored doing. Yes, organizing patrols may be awful and tedious. Yes other cats may complain and grumble at her for assigning them on the morning patrols but everything about being deputy was worth it in the end. Neritefang can only hope that she'll continue to be this useful to her clan as moons pass.

As the calico she-cat approached the camp, a flash of midnight dark fur appeared from the corner of her amber eyes and out jumped a young apprentice. Neritefang blinked in surprise. The fluffball turned out to be Nightpaw, Onyxfeather's apprentice and more importantly Rosestar's niece, who certainly allowed no time for the deputy to react before she began to loudly inquire about the morning patrol. Well, maybe loud is a bit of an understatement. Neritefang could've sworn that even the warriors in the dens could hear the fledgling.

"Morning, Nightpaw," greeted the she-cat. "The patrol went pretty decently. We actually found faint scents of rogues or loners close towards the thunderpath but I doubt that they'll give us any trouble."

Neritefang's amber eyes glanced down at the young Nightpaw's night-colored paws who were now impatiently pacing around in front of her. She softly chuckled. "I can clearly see that," the black-masked calico pointed out. "You also should've told me you were aching to do something, y'know. I could've assigned you on the evening hunting patrol. Plus I wouldn't have to deal with the cats who complain about their assignments if you voluntered." Her tone was gentle and carried a softness that showed how worn down she felt lately from her deputy duties. Neritefang wasn't even scolding the apprentice. She just wished that the younger cat could've come to her so she could've fixed two problems at once.

"I don't knoowww," she dragged the last word on a bit and then continued to tease, "It seems awfully dangerous with all those loners and rogues out there. Are you sure you can handle it?" While she was honest about there being traces of loner/rogue scents, it shouldn't be anything to worry about. They patrols always find faint traces of loner/rogue cats and they never really find anything. Most of those cats know better than to mess with the clans anyway. Although, there was something about the scents that seemed familiar but the deputy can't quite put her paw on what it is at the moment.