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Post by pookakin on Sept 25, 2014 11:02:17 GMT -5
Frostpelt lay stretched on a rock, relaxing in the late greenleaf sun. It was early afternoon on a warm day.
She had meant to hunt, but the flat rock in the center of the stream was too strong a temptation. Despite being so close to the water, she stayed warm and dry. She could hunt from the very same rock after a rest. Just as she was dozing off, a horrifying squall, like claws being drug down a rock, erupted from the stream's shore. Startled, Frostpelt shot to her paws, but ended up toppling from her perch into the stream. Spitting in frustration, she hauled herself back onto the rock, glaring at the culprit: a pair of seagulls stood on the stream bank, one holding a tiny fish that the other obviously wanted.
"Mouse-brains. Go catch your own fish," she growled.
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Post by Pancakes on Sept 25, 2014 11:39:04 GMT -5
Icescale let out an an amused snort as she padded over to her wet clanmate. Sitting back on her haunches the tabby couldn't help but breaking out in giggles. "I don't th-think that's how you f-fish, Frostpelt."
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Post by pookakin on Sept 25, 2014 13:59:55 GMT -5
The seagulls scattered at Icescale's approach. Frostpelt shot them one last furious glance before scenting Icescale.
"I don't make a habit of falling into streams wherever I go- those filthy birds..." she declined to finish her sentence. Icescale's laughter irritated her, but she wasn't going to bite her whiskers off over it. Tail twitching, she settled back onto the rock, out of the water.
"Well, there likely won't be fish around here for a while." Not with that performance! She'd have to try elsewhere. The sun would dry her off quickly, but the peace was gone.
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Post by Pancakes on Sept 25, 2014 18:02:01 GMT -5
Sensing the change in mood Icescale stifled her giggles and apologized. "It's not everyday that I see someone make the mistake of falling into the current," her tail twitched at her side," Seagulls are horrid creatures though, I remember being scared by them on countless occasions. Once one of them took my prey, they have a set of nerves on them!" The she-cat batted at a bird that landed a few tail lengths from her, and snarled at it, effectively getting it to fly away.
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Post by Osp on Sept 25, 2014 18:37:47 GMT -5
Breamstream closely watched the seagulls, they snorted as they closer towards Frostpelt and Icescale, "Sup, how's going you?" they asked, "I see there's been recently been some of those wicked little flying beast," they wrinkled their nose as they thought about seagulls. Seagulls were on their top list of creature they disliked right next to crabs.
The silver tabby cat had once was nearly attacked by a seagull and it was enough for them to build up a great dislike for those winged creatures.
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Post by pookakin on Sept 26, 2014 17:37:22 GMT -5
'Mistake'? Frostpelt had thought something was prepared to brutalize her! Anyone could have fallen into the stream like that... She listened to Icescale talk while grooming her chest fur back into place, tail still twitching.
She gave an amused twitch of her whiskers as Icescaled chased off some returning birds. Where did they get all their pluck? She would eat one later- prey shouldn't wander so closely to cats.
Breamstream sidled up to join them. Had someone called a Gathering at this stream without her knowledge? They didn't have any jibes, at least. Her tail ceased twitching as they spoke.
"They're quite nasty. Icescale was doing me the favor of scaring a few off..." She didn't deign to mention her "dip" in the stream.
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Post by Pancakes on Sept 26, 2014 20:41:45 GMT -5
Mewing in delight, Icescale beamed as BreamStream padded over. "I'm doing well, a little tired, but good, thank you for asking."
Settling down into a more comfortable position she focused on some seagulls flying across the water. "They are pesky, and they don't taste very good... they have a weird flavor." Wrinkling her nose, Icescale rolled over onto her back, closed her eyes, and sighed. "I hate going out on moon high partol..." she murmured.
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Post by pookakin on Sept 28, 2014 20:29:06 GMT -5
Frostpelt nodded sagely at Icescale's comment. "They fill the belly. But they eat so many odd things- the aftertaste is too strange to be enjoyable."
She continued to groom her fur, not wholly paying attention to Icescale or Breamstream.
"Moon high patrol?" She asked with a flick of her ear. "Well, the borders are a priority, with those MountainClan foxes... no one likes getting up at that time, though." She shrugged. "The clan thanks you." Maybe Frostpelt should attend the next one...
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Post by Pancakes on Sept 28, 2014 22:09:24 GMT -5
"The clan thanks me? I thank the clan for giving me what it does, I am merely doing a warriors duty. Although I think I'll stick with hunting, eating a fish that I caught tastes much better then one I took out of the kill pile." Rolling back onto her stomach Icescale stretched, and blinked the sleep out of her eyes.
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Post by amberbydreams on Sept 29, 2014 22:58:20 GMT -5
Amberpaw pricked her ears as she padded downstream, increasing her speed when she sees the warriors talking. "How's the prey running?" she asks, glancing at each of the warriors. "Morningflower sent me to hunt for the elders and I was hoping for some quick catches here, but I can go downstream if you're busy," she explains, then pauses, tilting her head. She notices Frostpelt's dripping pelt and her eyes glimmer with confusion. "Did you go for a swim?"
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