Doing Nothing {{Open}}

[sweetbriarrose]

Silverdust groaned inwardly. She was extremely bored--she had already hunted a few times today, and for long periods of time. She had made the mistake of getting up early in the morning, and now she was very, very, repeat, bored.

She took another bite of the rabbit she was eating. She had caught a few already today, so now Silverdust took the liberty of filling her stomach.
Then she looked up again, hoping something interesting would happen.

[I v y]

&&Visionstar

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The beautiful she-cat prowled her camp, it was peaceful between the Clans but would it last? Visionstar paced to the fresh-kill pile and picked a plump rabbit not meaning to be selfish. She took her first couple bites of her rabbit and saw Silverdust seeming very bored, Visionstar rolled her eyes and finished her rabbit in a couple ravenous bites.

She padded up to Silverdust and tilted her head. " Silverdust? What are you doing? If it's nothing important you could make yourself useful and go hunting maybe?"[/sub][/blockquote]

[Winter]

The femcat could not help but giggle. It had sounded so hilarious the way Visionstar had admonished Siverdust, in spite of the fact that Nightmoon would have despised to be in that situation. Of course, it was a phrase impossible for her to receive, for when it came to hunting, few were better than her. The young she-cat traipsed the WindClan moor with the phylactery and respect that never relinquished her scheme. Her jaws carried two recently caught rabbits, who's blood was still foundering in her mouth. They were the ideal thing the frail kittens in the nursery and the complaining elders needed, for Leafbare had hit WindClan, and it had hit it hard.

Nightmoon, as usual, had been anticipated for this. She had stored several of her prey in burrows near the warriors den. However, the she-cat has never been selfish, and all of the supply had been given to the kits, queens, and elders. For this reason, most of it had already been consummated and the puerile warrior had been dedicated to fill it up again. It had not been such an ardous task, but she could use a hand paw.

'You can come and hunt with me' she alleged as she approached nearer the two. Nightmoon politely dipped her head to Visionstar. 'I've been hunting all morning and I've been pretty successful, but it is always better to hunt in pairs.' Rage quietly surged in Nightmoon's eyes as she noticed how tranquil Silverdust was eating the rabbit, when many others were needing it. 'You should leave that for the apprentices...' she mumbled inaudibly and scratched her nose. Nightmoon could be the most unselfish creature in the world, but stubbornness was a characteristic as frequent as unselfishness she had.

[night]

Fieldstep came over. "I'll go hunting with you, if you don't mind." he mewed. Despite being as at ease with himself as ever, he treated her with a certain quiet respect of one great hunter to another. While he was certain that, due to his special technique, he could always find the most rabbits. However, he would like soem tips on hunting rabbits in the open from her. Also, he wanted to propose a competition, and was sure she would accept.
He was sure onyl because if someone had proposed a competition to him, he would of course accept.
"Visionstar," he meowed, lwoering his head respectfully and meekly, "Perhaps I coudl go in Silverdust's place? She looks tirede, it's been a rough time these last few weeks. I guess it's not my place to say so, though."

[Winter]

Nightmoon's growl of disapproval of Fieldstep's arrival could not have been louder. Why did that tom had to come every time she was radiating like a diamond in front of others? It was probably part of his plan to ruin her life, which was effectively working. Once he arrived, her body distorted in revolt, making it obvious that she loathed, abominated, and despised him. That little pipsqueak... I'll show him who's the boss. was the phrase that thwarted the she-cat's mind. 'No she isn't' Nightmoon snarled, then bashfully calmed down as she acknowledged Visionstar's precense.

'And Silverdust should assert weather she's tired or not, rather than have you talk for her.' Even with Visionstar present, her voice was sharp and demanding, lancinating even her throat. To show respect to Visionstar, she gruffly bowed at Fieldstep. 'With all your respect Visionstar of course, it is you who will organize this hunting patrol.' Nightmoon then remained quiet, but her abhorrence for the tom was still prevailing.

[breezewing]

A small cat padded out of the medicine cat's den, she had just gotten her 'check up,' since she had recently gotten an infected cut when hunting. Even though Robinsong insisted that her cut was fine, she knew that the medicine cat knew best and if Icepool said that she had to be checked then she had to be checked.

Robinsong padded over to the commotion in the middle of the camp, she knew that Fieldstep and Nightmoon didn't get along, so one of them must have said something because they kept on yapping. Pawstep after pawstep, she got closer to the quarrel and when she got there she paused to listen to what they were saying.

"Ahh, Nightmoon is upset that Fieldstep offered to go hunting with her," she thought very calmly.

"If you don't mind Visionstar, I think I can handle this," Robinsong said very politely, she did not want the leader to get upset. "Silverdust has hunted a lot today, she has done a tremendous job and she does need a break. Silverdust, you can go to your den if you wish and rest. Fieldstep and I will go on one hunting patrol and Nightmoon, you can choose who you wish to hunt with." Robinsong had to put her foot down somewhere, if she hadn't of said anything they probably would have gotten into a larger fight.

[[[: A.m.b.e.r]

O a k .x. h e a r t

darlin'.ain't.nuthin'.to.worreh.'bout.[/right]


{{ i wrote this years ago at my
first warrior role-play ever.
i never changed it so it sucks. xD}}

There was a soft rustling in the undergrowth. A small pink nose poked out of a bush, twitching as it scented the air. A shadow moved swiftly toward the mouse that was now coming eagerly out of its home. It grabbed a seed and began to chew upon it. Stupid creature. Suddenly the mouse sat, ears pricked forward and eyes wide. Something was near.

How cute, fresh-kill.

The shadow moved closer and closer, amber eyes narrowed with delight. The shadow was very muscular with wide shoulders. It moved forward, behind the mouse. Slowly it sank into a crouch, eyes never leaving its soon to be meal. Then it leap into the air, the mouse turned and let out a high-pitched squeal of alarm. It dropped its seed and ran to a hiding place. Too late, a massive paw grabbed the creature. Then it was thrown into the air and landed with a sickly thud. The mouse lay stunned as the shadow loomed up in front of it. With a last effort to get up, the mouse flopped back down again.

As the shadow stepped into the trickling sunlight, a dazzling dark brown tabby pelt shone out. The two amber eyes blinked from the brightness of day. The tabby cat grinned at the mouse; it was a tomcat all right. He bent down and bit the neck causing it to go limp immediately. It was all too easy for him. The tom stood and admired his fresh-kill for a moment before picking it up and bringing away. He padded silently over to a mound of dirt. Putting his mouse down he began to dig. Eventually he had managed to get out two voles and a sparrow. The clan would be proud. Taking a breath he picked up the two voles and the mouse with their tails and got his sparrow to hang with them. Only that he had to have the head in his mouth. He hauled his kill away, as he did so he threw up sand behind him to cover the stench of blood and death.

At last the camp came into view and he brought his share to the pile, carefully setting them down. He gave a lengthy yawn then stretched luxuriously. A fine day it was. The tabby sat and groomed his warm pelt.

His name was Oakheart. He was a handsome tom at that. His eyes could be as warm as the sun but as mischievous as the shadows of the forest or the kits in the nursery. He can fight extremely well against attacks for one his young age. He has great hunting skills too. He cares for himself but not as much as he cares for his clan. He has one flaw that can seem quite obvious for a tomcat; he can be a somewhat rude at times. But all cats can't be nice all the time, can they? He is very popular with his clan and would do what ever he could to help it. Thus he became a fantastic warrior. This is Oakheart. [/font]

[night]

[ZOMG Amber, you think so too? Shadow + Rouge was always obvious inmy mind...which is sad, cuz he's the Ultimate Luifeform and i don't even like Rouge....anyway. Sorry for being gone so long everyone.]

And HAHAHA!!! U guys aqre almost making poor Fieldstep into a villian!! [Laughs maliciously at poor Fieldstep]

Fieldstep was most surprised that his small breach of authority/etiquette/perfectness was so hostilely, even venomously, recieved by Nightmoon. he had just been trying to make friends...maybe she was just mean. [HAHA, now he's making HER a villian, this is so fun!] Also, he was surprised that whhile Nightmoon had made outcry at his breach of authority, which had been to avoid a fight, and then Robinwsong could just prance up and disrespect Silverdust openly for the same cause, and no one seemed to mind.

But alas, he was too good-natured to run after Robinsong and shout: "Who do you think you are?!?" [And thus, even noble Robinsong is bad in someone's eyes...ah, life is lifelike...]

[breezewing]

Robinsong gasped, she had only tried to handle a situation because quite frankly, she hadn't been able to handle many situations. She couldn't believe that a warrior would dare to disrespect her like that and inside, she was hurt. She felt upset that someone actually could be like that and now she felt like she should have left the situation alone.

"Excuse me?" she asked."I am actually the deputy of this clan! I was just trying to be nice Gosh! Silverdust may hunt if she wishes to, but I thought that she may want a rest since she has done a lot of work! I am the deputy and you know what, one day I will become Robinstar and I expect you to respect me like you respect Visionstar! Now I am sorry Visionstar for this outburst, but I think that I deserve a bit of respect!" Robinsong was hurt, as mentioned and she didn't even feel like doing anything now because she had been so disrespected, but she knew that as a member of Windclan, she must help and do anything that she can. So Robinsong decided that after Visionstar had finished talking to the others that she would have a chat and see what she could do!

[I v y]

&&Visionstar[/i]

Visionstar raised her tail for silence. " Robinsong is right, she does deserve respect. Everyone in my Clan deserves respect and will be respected, if you feel that anyone is not respecting as much as you deserve; then report it to me, please." She scanned the cats in front of her. " Understood?" She said that word firmly. Now, make yourselves all useful, Robinsong can you please make some hunting patrols and can ou get some people to go patrol and refresh our borders? Thank you hun.

She flicked her tail saying that she was finished.

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[night]

Um...guys, he didn't say that. I said he was too nice to say that. But...okay. Anyway....

[heh, sorry if that was confusing...]

[breezewing]

OOC: Oh sorry, my mistake!

[night]

OOC: No, my fault, I prob'ly shouldn't put direct quotes in as hypothetical... Anyways...