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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 13, 2019 3:09:21 GMT
 Vixenleap((Figured I might as well attempt to squeeze out some form of character introductory post before the long-haul of work days)) At dawn, the russet warrior greeted the golden morning sunlight joyfully, rising with the amber orb in the sky to privately go out on a hunt. She was uncertain if her clanmates would be particular concerned with her whereabouts, seeing that the warrior had a tendency to wander about the territory and go for morning hikes. The molly was as active as she was social, so attempting to hold her back was just about pointless. With her long limbs stretched before her, Vixenleap continued to tour around the territory on silent paws, her large ears perked to scan the area for the slightest sound of scuffling prey. The river drowned most of the noise out with its lazy gurgling, but those large radar-like ears that Vixenleap inherited from her kittypet ancestors proved to be somewhat useful, albeit a little embarrassing from time to time. From a few fox-lengths away, the ruddy warrior detected the sound of gnawing, and to her great pleasure, she spotted a squirrel. Oblivious to the hunting red warrior, it went about chewing on its breakfast. It was a shame that it didn't realize that it was about to be someone else's morning meal. Dropping down with ease and fluidity, the warrior crouched into a stalking position, creeping forward with cautious paw-steps. Thinking it over, it seemed like a much easier solution to use her elemental gifts to fry the furry critter to a crisp. But then again, someone was bound to complain about it being too crunchy. Ugh. As quickly as the warrior dropped down, she leaped at the rodent with her claws extended and fangs prepared to be buried into hot flesh. However, something alerted the squirrel before she struck, something that wasn't her. Frightened by whatever had disturbed it, the prey shoved its meal into its cheeks before taking off at blinding speed, leaving Vixenleap to come crashing onto the earth with nothing but air and leaf beneath her paws. Snarling in frustration, the fox-colored warrior attempted to hare after the fleeing pest, which quickly became aware of her presence after that loud thud. She tore after the animal until she had to come to a screeching halt, with the squirrel safely finding its way into a thorn bush. "You mouse-brained hairball! Get out of there and face me!" She resorted to yelling at the rodent, which she used as a solution to most of her problems and arguments. Hot with seething rage, the unsuccessful hunter continued to snarl into the undergrowth while the squirrel barked its mockery. |
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Post by Blaze on Mar 13, 2019 13:48:08 GMT
Fernbreeze strolled through the birch river, humming a happy tune as she went along. She'd been tasked by Lynxstar to redo the Windclan border while another patrol went to remark the Shadowclan border. She truly hoped the patrol wouldn't run into any trouble, she might not like Shadowclan, but Lynxstar... she didn't want to give him more reasons to accuse Duskstar and actually go to war. Leafbare was a time to be at peace, to focus the clan's own troubles rather than try to correct another's.
As she trotted along, lost in thought, her paw stepped on a twig, its 'SNAP' finally making her aware of herself and remember what she was here to do. She spotted a squirrel take off in the opposite direction, its mouth full of what appeared to be it's food before it disappeared under a thorn bush. Her fur fluffed up in surprise as a red blur tore after it, stopping just before the bush and crouching down, trying their best to reach the squirrel which seemed just out of reach.
Her whiskers twitched in amusement as Vixenleap resorted to yelling at the poor squirrel, growling at it as if it would help. She decided to make herself known and stepped out beside the she-cat, so she wouldn't frighten her. SHe didn't want to make her angrier than she already was. "What are you doing?" she said in her usual cheery voice, unable to hide the chuckle in her voice. "Yelling at it won't help, you know."
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 13, 2019 17:26:48 GMT
With her minor same-gender aggression, the presence of another female wasn't always the best when Vixenleap was on a rampage. However, in this scenario, most of her rage seemed directed at the clueless prey animal that was only doing what nature had designed it to do. Her fellow warrior's more passive approach seemed to be the best idea in the situation. Flanks and nostrils flaring, the fiery warrior backed away from the pest cornered in the thorns to turn and face Fernbreeze. Heat radiated from Vixenleap as her tail twitched out of frustration. Hopefully the rising body temperature was only out of her anger over the situation, and not that she was thinking about setting the prickly bush aflame.
"Seems to do me good in most situations." She grunted with an obstinate huff, sending the barking rodent a threatening side glare. All attempts to flatten her bristling hackles proved futile, her failure gnawed at her like a hound chewing on a meaty bone. Vixenleap knew that this issue would bother her all day and night until she got her revenge on the prey animal, at least until something else came along to distract her. Most would argue that missing a squirrel should be the least of her concerns, with Thunderclan being on the brink of devastating war.
Maybe the idea of bloodshed simply didn't bother Vixenleap. From time to time, the molly seemed to lack any form of shame, and with her increasing age, she had participated in plenty of skirmishes, both minor and major. Very few things seemed to get under the warrior's skin, save for the occasional failure like this. Gore, drama, competition, she seemed to accept and even welcome them all, so long as she came out on top. "I'd fry it without another beat of hesitation, but I'd rather not waste good freshkill in Leafbare. Unless you prefer your breakfast crispy, then in that case, I'd be overjoyed to oblige."
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Post by Blaze on Mar 14, 2019 14:29:13 GMT
The tan she-cat gave Vixenleap a kind nod at her offer, though her face was twisted into a grimace, her stomach dropped as she imagined the finished product. That wouldn't be a pretty sight, not even for the most experienced of warriors. "No, thank you. I... ate before I left camp." she said, cringing a bit and shifting her paws. She didn't want to subject that poor squirrel to that, she always made a prey's end neat and swift. She respected the older warrior but... sometimes she absolutely frightened her.
Fernbreeze looked around the area, her tail waving back and forth in thought. She turned to the russet warrior, a hopeful smile plastered on her face. "Do you wanna come help me remark the Windclan border? That way, you won't have to do it later and we can hunt together on the way back if you'd like?" she said, purring a bit.
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 14, 2019 16:03:54 GMT
Despite expecting a disgusted response, Vixenleap couldn't help but to admit that she was offended. Perhaps it was because of her age and that, as an older warrior, she demanded more respect. But more than likely, it bothered her that the majority of her clanmates didn't share her element. She sometimes wondered if it was StarClan's way of urging her to return to her roots in ShadowClan, but she was in denial. She was born in ThunderClan, even if their blood wasn't what flowed through her veins. It mattered not to her, as her heart beat for ThunderClan. True, her interests sometimes...went beyond borders and what the warrior code permitted, but that didn't mean she loved her clan any less.
"I suppose it's rude of me to expect my clanmates to all share my tastes." Not that she ate all of her fresh kill deep fried, but there was no denying that she did it from time to time. She housed such a powerful element that was just as relentless in her personality, and holding it back was somewhat agonizing. It longed for its freedom, same for her. With all of that aside, Fernbreeze should have felt proud of herself. It wasn't very common for the Vixenleap to admit that she was being rude.
"Hmm..." Tipping her narrow skull thoughtfully, the flame-colored she-cat thought over the younger warrior's offer. It was probably for the better that she marked WindClan's territory and avoid ShadowClan, she was much less likely to pick a fight with some bee-brained-moor-lover. While her heart and claws were itching for a good skirmish, she decided it was best to act reasonably and patrol WindClan for now. Besides, her time would come...she was sure of it. "Alright, I'll join you. So long as you swear on your life not to mention my little accident with the furball back there." For a prideful cat like Vixenleap, a minor hunting slip did great damage to her ego, and that wasn't something she'd welcome.
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Post by Blaze on Mar 15, 2019 13:11:38 GMT
Fernbreeze's eyes widened. Vixenleap admitting she was wrong? Was she talking to the right cat? Coming over her initial shock, she still couldn't believe it, Fernbreeze gave Vixenleap a pleased grin, her tail waving happily in the air behind her. "Don't worry, Vixenleap, I won't tell a soul!" she mewed happily. She trotted off, not looking to see if the older she-cat was coming after her.
"I hope we'll be able to catch something good for the clan, the elders are looking thinner that usual," she said thoughtfully. "Do you wanna try hunting by the river or near the trees? I'd like to try and catch a water vole. My father always said they were juicier around Leaf-bare, but they're harder to find as well. I've always wanted to try one!"
She knew she was rambling, but she simply couldn't help herself. She always enjoyed talking to her fellow clanmates about such trivial things, it helped take her mind off of the more important matters like the everlooming threat of war in the future. She'd learned that sometimes all someone needed was a smile to brighten up their day and made it her mission to see everyone in Thunderclan, even grumpy old Lynxstar, smile. She turned to Vixenleap, her ear flicking in curiosity. "What do you think of Windclan? I think they seem nice enough, but Heatherstar seems a bit..." she struggled to find the right word.
How could she put it nicely? She knew the cat wouldn't hear them or find out about it anyway, but she still didn't like to talk ill of anyone behind their back. "...Sly. I don't know, I wouldn't trust them with a hair on my pelt if I didn't have to, but, y'know..." she said, trailing off.
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 15, 2019 19:56:32 GMT
The red warrior eyed her clanmate almost suspiciously at how joyous she was to 'not tell anyone'. Vixenleap couldn't quite recall if Fernbreeze was one to run her mouth or not, so the older feline would be certain to check in on that. She awkwardly watched as the eager warrior began to trot off without her and--with a final glare towards the now-silent thorns that held the squirrel captive-- she turned to follow the sand-colored molly with long, swift strides. She had no personal qualms towards the WindClan cats, but Vixenleap generally disliked all other clans. Maybe she was a little too patriotic.
"I prefer trees," the ticked tabby responded to her question, but thought it over for a brief second. Yes, she personally preferred the cover of trees, but Fernbreeze was clearly longing to get her paws on a water vole. Seeing that Vixenleap already had (and failed) her chance, she thought it only fair to give the youngster her opportunity. This would be one of those times where her rarely seen thoughtfulness came into play. "...but I suppose we could try the river. Clearly the wooded areas weren't feeling so generous towards me, and I think the elders might appreciate a fat vole."
StarClan knew they all would. Vixenleap had kindly forfeited her breakfast before heading out, and had already failed to catch a squirrel but a few heartbeats ago. She needed to ensure that she didn't miss prey this time. As she began to grow distracted, Fernbreeze's following question caught her attention, causing the older warrior to snap her head in the younger's direction.
"Fleeting as the wind, those 'Rabbitclanners' are. I don't trust anyone beyond our borders, let alone our close neighbors." This was somewhat false, seeing that a handful of toms from outside of ThunderClan occasionally caught her interest. But was it so wrong to just look? "Sure, they look pretty weak and act like diplomacy is such a valuable asset, but they seem like little weasels. I wouldn't be surprised if they were plotting something right now."
Sometimes, the idea of infiltrating another clan excited her, kept her up at night. She would be honored if Lynxstar ever selected her as a spy to join their ranks and dig up some dirt. After all, her distant ShadowClan heritage might make her a little less suspicious, despite her blaring dedication towards ThunderClan.
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Post by Blaze on Mar 22, 2019 14:26:44 GMT
Fernbreeze trotted along side the older warrior, beaming in happiness over her choice. Despite liking the wideopen space, she did enjoy the cover and shade of the trees more. She supposed it was because it was all she had ever known, so she was biased in that area. Giving Vixenleap a small, energetic nod, she parted her muzzle and began to taste the air, her ears pricked for any kind of movement.
She listened intently to Vixenleap's words, giving her a glance before turning back and continuing to smell for prey. She couldn't help but agree. "That is true. Even if they're a clan just trying to survive like the rest of us, I'd still keep my eye on them. They may be small but they're cunning little mouse-hearts. They'll run and then turn around, just to bite you in the back first chance they get." she said, matter-of-factly. Ok, so she'd never even properly met a Windclan cat, but shed heard enough stories from her brother to know what they were like. Liontail was much more submersive in his warrior duties than she was. She was fine with it, but he could always take a step back and relax every once in a while.
Maybe that's why they weren't as close as they used to be.
She soon stopped once she spotted the edge of Thunderclan territory, jogging ahead of Vixenleap to mark it properly. SHe looked around as she did, pointing her tail to the river. "My father told me that voles stay by the edges of the river, so that's be good place to start as any." she said.
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