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imagine we are higher than the sparrows (skyy/ame) Dec 29, 2015 1:07:51 GMT

Post by hallelujah on Dec 29, 2015 1:07:51 GMT

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you will hear our voices echo

[attr="class","itdscroll"]Elksong stood outside of Skyclan's camp and inhaled, sucking in oxygen coated with the tint of morning dew. The taste rolled around on her tongue, drawing the lights down dim when she lowered her eyelids, world sipping away in the moisture that coated the bottoms of her paws. Elksong unsheathed her claws and flexed them into the damp earth restlessly, eyes flickering open, catching the world in an array of flashing rainbow colors; the morning draped itself in new-leaf glory, as though Skyclan territory were a robin shedding its ugly fledging grayness for a new coat of many colors. Elksong looked skyward, narrowing her eyes against the rising sun's glow, before dropping her head to examine the ground dug up between her claws. She was lucky it was only dew that soaked the ground, and not spring rain, for she would have mud to coat her claws instead of a few clumps of clinging clay. Elksong shook the dirt away with a huff of air, gaze returning to her surroundings as she sheathed her claws once more. I'm being silly, she thought to herself, remembering with an anxious pang of her heart why she was here.

Lilyfang, her old mentor and closest friend and confidante, had set everything up. The two of them would be hunting with Pinestar this morning, a task instigated by Lilyfang herself, whose friendship with Pinestar had its perks. Elksong sorely wished there was some way to dispel the nervousness that shivered its way down her spine every time she thought about the morning's task. I did ask Lilyfang for her help, Elksong reminded herself. But then again... I didn't expect her help to be so prompt. Or to aim so high! Elksong certainly hadn't had her sights set on their leader. But Lilyfang's confidence had been infectious nonetheless. She rolled her shoulders and got up, pacing in a tight circle that wound itself around the tiny holes she had dug with her claws. Elksong was pleased that they were going hunting, at least, for here were her strengths. She was one of the better trackers and hunters in Skyclan; her long legs gave her an advantage when killing birds. Elksong was reminding herself of this and her typical prowess when it came to serving her clan when she heard sounds and froze in her pacing, turning as neatly as she could manage to greet Lilyfang and Pinestar when they emerged, belatedly soothing the excited rustle of her twitching tail behind her.

TAGGING calm in the storm skyy and her socks

MEL @ ADOX

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imagine we are higher than the sparrows (skyy/ame) Jan 24, 2016 9:48:12 GMT

Post by skyy and her socks on Jan 24, 2016 9:48:12 GMT

The morning air clung to his pelt, wrapped around each fur and into his skin itself, a reminder of the last strands of leaf-bare clinging to the chill. Yet, even so, his routine had gone on as normal, or as much as it could do when Lilyfang had decided they were going hunting before his own private hunt in the glades. It had his fur ruffled, but he was ready nonetheless. She’d given him warning at least. Why the sudden invitation he wasn’t sure. Of course he’d heard plenty from Lilyfang about Elksong, she was a fine warrior to the clan and a cat Lilyfang had trained when they were much younger cats. But even so, it seemed odd for the three of them along to be going on a hunt. If it was a former apprentice trip, he could have drawn Patchcloud from the elder’s den, or Whitewhisker against his wished into the morning air. No matter, he supposed. Each day needed to be taken with a certain amount of flexibility.

The leader Lilyfang could have done was be on time at least. He’d at least wanted to question her about another cat joining them. However, she was nowhere in sight, even as he looked toward the warrior’s den. Pinestar let out a snort, lifting his head and striding across the camp, the briefest touch of Elksong’s scent brushing over his tongue. Well at least one of the two was punctual that morning. With no lack of noise, the leader moved, head and tail high, bright amber eyes glinting as he pushed his way through the tunnel, long fur catching on the small outcropped branches. He paid it no mind, his focus immediately finding the younger warrior, posed and ready. A warm respect soaked his words as he emerged. “Good morning. I trust you slept well?” The words rolled off his tongue with no hesitation, his usual greeting to any clan member that crossed his path so early. Yet that would always make slipping into more meaningful conversations easier. Everything had to start somewhere.

“It would seem you’ve surpassed your mentor in terms of timeliness. Don’t let her forget that when she decides to show herself, I certainly never do.” Pinestar straightened his shoulder, bright eyes amused as he moved forward a bit, a few more steps out into the glades. The scent of the dew and the early roaming mice swam across his tongue, causing the faintest twitch of his whiskers. After a moment, he glanced back over his shoulder. “Do you prefer hunting in the mornings or evenings, out of curiosity?”

hallelujah , ame, here we go!