Post by katnez on Dec 26, 2015 9:11:23 GMT
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@ulla
first post with this guy! ^u^ to anyone that replies i apologize for the way it kind of jumps around >.< i sort of suck at starters Q.Q
@ulla
first post with this guy! ^u^ to anyone that replies i apologize for the way it kind of jumps around >.< i sort of suck at starters Q.Q
there's a distance here between us that wasn't here before
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Ashenfang's paws carried him silently through the budding forest, the sounds of new leaf buzzing in his ears. The crackle of frost beneath his pads, the chittering argument of squirrels and birds; the forest was waking up, and it screamed good morning demanding to be heard. It was heard, at least by the black masked male currently making his way through it, but it was heard distantly and registered like a dream; a long forgotten language that whispered anciently in the back of his mind. 'New leaf is here.. New leaf is here...' The tom paused when a particularly talkative sparrow shrieked at him from above, warning him away from a nest soon to be filled with eggs no doubt. For a moment he regarded the avian with vague interest. Had he been a Skyclan cat perhaps he could have climbed the tree quickly enough to catch it beneath his jaws or knock it from its skyward escape with a large paw, however, Riverclan was in his blood and he had different prey in mind for that morning. He continued on, as careless of the bird and its jabbering as if it were little more than the wind.
He moved slowly, almost luxuriously, making his way through the forest with care. The river was his destination, but if Ashenfang came across any other reasonable prey he didn't want to scare it off before he could decide whether or not it was worth the effort of a hunt. Specifically hunting birds, or mice was one thing, but when there was fish on your mind the hassle of a chase was wasteful and unnecessary. Though many hassling things were wasteful and unnecessary to the large tom, and many things were a hassle in his opinion. Giving chase during a hunt was taxing and not always successful - a hassle. Waking before the peeking of dawn, so Quailwing wouldn't badger him into a hunting trip with her, was tiring and left him in a sour and tense mood - a hassle. Relationships were messy and fickle things - a hassle. So many tedious moments of life, and what did he have to show for it? Solitude. Though perhaps solitude was best for a cat like him. He had his clan when he needed them, but otherwise he was left to his own devices and expected to uphold his warrior duties of his own motivation. What need did he have for another cat to slow him up? Especially one as flighty and prone to outbursts as his sister? 'A hassle...' The words echoed in his mind, and at once they were an annoyance. The tom shoved them aside with a flick of his tail and forced his thoughts upon the present, urging focus into his task.
The river spread before him as Ashenfang stepped from the forest's edge, picking his way across the rocky, sandy edges of the life source and namesake of his clan with care. It would be all too easy to slice a pad on a shell shard, or twist a paw by slipping of the frost slicked stones, and that wouldn't serve his hunting skill at all. He stepped from one sure footed placement to another, pouncing from rock to rock when the going became questionable. This area of the river was more stone than sand, and with the morning chill beginning to dissipate, so to did the night's frost begin to melt and slick the rough surfaces. When he finally found a rock dry enough to serve his standards, the tom lowered onto his haunches and turned his steady gaze to the choppy surface of the river.
Fish were an easy enough thing to catch if you had a knack for it, and with the size of Ashenfang's paws he had a knack for most anything that required physicality. Even larger fish could be plucked from their watery domain with a well aimed strike. The warrior regarded the water thoughtfully, carefully adjusting his position to ensure the rising light of morning would not find his size and cast a shadow upon the water. In his experience, fish were simple minded prey but a shadow across the water's surface was blatant caution enough to keep them away from a waiting cat. Ashenfang refused to be absent minded enough that he let such a simple mistake cost him this hunting trip. Settling down, easing his weight further onto his hind quarters, the tom allowed his mind to wander toward darker thoughts.
It had been many moons since her passing, but the river still held memories of Hazelstream and the time the two had trained together here when she had still been called his apprentice. She had shown such skill, such promise, her small paws darting into the water like the head of an adder. It had always been a rare occurrence that she didn't find her mark, Ashenfang had admired that ability in her. In fact, there was a lot in her that he had admired. Her desire to succeed, her insatiable determination, her desperate need to be better than the day before. There had been so much of her that reminded the smoky male of his own nature, and he couldn't have asked for a more fitting first apprentice. Perhaps that's why he had fallen for her so severely. Sure his affections had lain quietly present, never demanding his attention but still offering pleasure when he found himself in the she-cat's company, but present they had been and to have her ripped away from him before he could realize his own desires had been devastating. He was only a cat after all, and he had a heart just like anybody else. A heart that could want, and need, and love...a heart that could break.
Ashenfang frowned at his own thoughts, furious that his mind had once again wandered toward the past. He should know better. But then..he should have known better than to ignore the stirrings in his heart when he first felt them for the young she-cat. Perhaps if he had addressed them sooner, things might have turned out differently for both of them. 'And perhaps fish will fly and land perfectly on the fresh kill pile..' His mood continued its decline toward irritation when something caught his attention from the forest behind him. Only an ear flickered backward to alert whoever was approaching that he was aware of their presence.
The tom waiting for them to approach, silently watching the river for any sign of fish. He continued waiting until his slim patience began to wane, making him impatient of whoever had happened across his company. Ashenfang sighed lowly, the tip of his tail ticking from one side to the other in mild annoyance. "Are you going to stand there all day?" His voice toned in an even edge, never rising above the necessary level to be heard though somehow bearing the force of a battle cry. "Or did you actually come here for a reason?"
Ashenfang's paws carried him silently through the budding forest, the sounds of new leaf buzzing in his ears. The crackle of frost beneath his pads, the chittering argument of squirrels and birds; the forest was waking up, and it screamed good morning demanding to be heard. It was heard, at least by the black masked male currently making his way through it, but it was heard distantly and registered like a dream; a long forgotten language that whispered anciently in the back of his mind. 'New leaf is here.. New leaf is here...' The tom paused when a particularly talkative sparrow shrieked at him from above, warning him away from a nest soon to be filled with eggs no doubt. For a moment he regarded the avian with vague interest. Had he been a Skyclan cat perhaps he could have climbed the tree quickly enough to catch it beneath his jaws or knock it from its skyward escape with a large paw, however, Riverclan was in his blood and he had different prey in mind for that morning. He continued on, as careless of the bird and its jabbering as if it were little more than the wind.
He moved slowly, almost luxuriously, making his way through the forest with care. The river was his destination, but if Ashenfang came across any other reasonable prey he didn't want to scare it off before he could decide whether or not it was worth the effort of a hunt. Specifically hunting birds, or mice was one thing, but when there was fish on your mind the hassle of a chase was wasteful and unnecessary. Though many hassling things were wasteful and unnecessary to the large tom, and many things were a hassle in his opinion. Giving chase during a hunt was taxing and not always successful - a hassle. Waking before the peeking of dawn, so Quailwing wouldn't badger him into a hunting trip with her, was tiring and left him in a sour and tense mood - a hassle. Relationships were messy and fickle things - a hassle. So many tedious moments of life, and what did he have to show for it? Solitude. Though perhaps solitude was best for a cat like him. He had his clan when he needed them, but otherwise he was left to his own devices and expected to uphold his warrior duties of his own motivation. What need did he have for another cat to slow him up? Especially one as flighty and prone to outbursts as his sister? 'A hassle...' The words echoed in his mind, and at once they were an annoyance. The tom shoved them aside with a flick of his tail and forced his thoughts upon the present, urging focus into his task.
The river spread before him as Ashenfang stepped from the forest's edge, picking his way across the rocky, sandy edges of the life source and namesake of his clan with care. It would be all too easy to slice a pad on a shell shard, or twist a paw by slipping of the frost slicked stones, and that wouldn't serve his hunting skill at all. He stepped from one sure footed placement to another, pouncing from rock to rock when the going became questionable. This area of the river was more stone than sand, and with the morning chill beginning to dissipate, so to did the night's frost begin to melt and slick the rough surfaces. When he finally found a rock dry enough to serve his standards, the tom lowered onto his haunches and turned his steady gaze to the choppy surface of the river.
Fish were an easy enough thing to catch if you had a knack for it, and with the size of Ashenfang's paws he had a knack for most anything that required physicality. Even larger fish could be plucked from their watery domain with a well aimed strike. The warrior regarded the water thoughtfully, carefully adjusting his position to ensure the rising light of morning would not find his size and cast a shadow upon the water. In his experience, fish were simple minded prey but a shadow across the water's surface was blatant caution enough to keep them away from a waiting cat. Ashenfang refused to be absent minded enough that he let such a simple mistake cost him this hunting trip. Settling down, easing his weight further onto his hind quarters, the tom allowed his mind to wander toward darker thoughts.
It had been many moons since her passing, but the river still held memories of Hazelstream and the time the two had trained together here when she had still been called his apprentice. She had shown such skill, such promise, her small paws darting into the water like the head of an adder. It had always been a rare occurrence that she didn't find her mark, Ashenfang had admired that ability in her. In fact, there was a lot in her that he had admired. Her desire to succeed, her insatiable determination, her desperate need to be better than the day before. There had been so much of her that reminded the smoky male of his own nature, and he couldn't have asked for a more fitting first apprentice. Perhaps that's why he had fallen for her so severely. Sure his affections had lain quietly present, never demanding his attention but still offering pleasure when he found himself in the she-cat's company, but present they had been and to have her ripped away from him before he could realize his own desires had been devastating. He was only a cat after all, and he had a heart just like anybody else. A heart that could want, and need, and love...a heart that could break.
Ashenfang frowned at his own thoughts, furious that his mind had once again wandered toward the past. He should know better. But then..he should have known better than to ignore the stirrings in his heart when he first felt them for the young she-cat. Perhaps if he had addressed them sooner, things might have turned out differently for both of them. 'And perhaps fish will fly and land perfectly on the fresh kill pile..' His mood continued its decline toward irritation when something caught his attention from the forest behind him. Only an ear flickered backward to alert whoever was approaching that he was aware of their presence.
The tom waiting for them to approach, silently watching the river for any sign of fish. He continued waiting until his slim patience began to wane, making him impatient of whoever had happened across his company. Ashenfang sighed lowly, the tip of his tail ticking from one side to the other in mild annoyance. "Are you going to stand there all day?" His voice toned in an even edge, never rising above the necessary level to be heard though somehow bearing the force of a battle cry. "Or did you actually come here for a reason?"
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