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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 16:51:33 GMT -6
It was earlier in the morning, the birds had just begun to chirp and the first rays had creeped into the warrior den. Although, something else was coming in too... well someone else. Someone around her age who she had been acquainted with when they were both apprentices. The tom went by the name Thistlefang and at this point he was just returning from vigil. Fadingnight wasn't one to be tired but the day she had been sitting vigil had definitely tired her out. So she didn't expect him to say, didn't expect him to notice she was there, but she decided to say her congratulations anyways.
"Finally Thistlefang eh?" She mewed, her voice a quiet purr as she strained not to wake up the entire den. Although it wasn't long before she got to her paws and pushed the new warrior back outside. "Come on let's get you some moss first."
( sorry my muse is running on an all time low ) Thistlefang
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 17:26:54 GMT -6
Thistlefang breathed a sigh of relief when he ended his vigil. I can finally talk now. Not that I want to. He yawned and gave his front legs a stretch. That was easy. Just boring. Shaking his pelt, he lazily trudged to the warrior's den. I don't have a nest, but I'm so tired I could just sleep on the floor. He narrowed his eyes as he entered, not caring if he woke anyone. Finding an empty spot at the side of the den, he started to settle down.
Until he heard his name.
Grunting in annoyance, the tom turned to look at whoever had called him. Oh, just Fadingnight. Doesn't she know how tired I am? He thought to himself, and whined when the warrior pushed him back out. "Ugh. Can't I just go a night without moss?" His voice was dry, and his tail and ears hung low, like he was too tired to hold them up. "Just let me sleep."
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 17:44:04 GMT -6
The new warrior was tired, that was acceptable, normal. Fadingnight was often kept up at night by her dreams full of scarlet that didn't belong to her, that innocence in her screaming and crying out only in her slumber. But now wasn't the time to be thinking about her dreams, now was the time to make sure that her friend was properly nested. "No Thistlefang, I'm going to make sure you sleep well. You look like you need it." She laughed, her voice not hinting her being at all sleepy, but it was friendly.
Holding him up with her own shoulder she lead him to the medicine cat den and went in herself, stealing some moss silently like a shadow then moving back outside into the small light of day. Thistlefang had been falling asleep on his feet when she returned in time to catch him with the moss stuffed under her neck and in her jaws. He was heavy, way heavier than her. Fading's lack of muscle didn't help her either. "Come on you sack of potatoes, walk with me."
Luckily they made it to the warrior den and she held him up with her flank as she spread out his nest not far from hers. At least he would have a friend in the warrior den to start off with. As soon as it was done she quickly moved and let him fall straight down, landing with a thump in the nest.
((just continue with a waking up
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 17:57:08 GMT -6
Thistlefang was half-asleep as Fadingnight led him to the medicine den. He groaned as she came back out, and hardly moved as she took him back to the warrior's den. He was still pretty large for his age, it wasn't a surprise that his weight could have been too much for the she-cat to handle. He already started to snore as she arranged his nest, and when she left him, he landed with a thump. He let out a cry of agony, but that soon went away because he instantly fell asleep again.
It was just past sunhigh when the tom finally woke up. Thistlefang staggered to his paws and blinked his eyes wide open. That was my first night in the warrior's den. The warrior's den! He looked down at his new bedding, not remembering when he made his nest. Then he realized. Fadingnight made this. Where is she? He looked around the den. "Fadingnight?"
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 18:14:26 GMT -6
The warrior hadn't moved much since the morning when she had made Thistlepaw's nest. She had wanted to wait till he was up to be the first one to welcome him, and it wasn't too too long before he had finally woke up. Fading had took the time to gnaw down on a vole while she waited for the tom to wake up. Hearing her name she popped her head into the den and looked towards her own nest to around where she had made his. "Fadinignight's dead." She mewed, thrusting herself through the entrance and tumbling limply downward towards the tom in a summersault - type - thing and nimbly rolling back up to a sitting position right before the tom.
"Nice to finally see you again, congratulations on your name!"
(my muse is dying
halllllp
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 18:19:44 GMT -6
(*halps*)
"Dead? I wonder how she's enjoying Darkpool." He rolled his eyes and watched as she tumbled next to him. "Thanks. Thanks for the nest, too." He yawned, and flopped back over with a groan. "I could sleep for moons." The tom laid on his stomach, paws extended out in front of him. He poked Fadingnight's paw with his claw. "What's been up with you?"
(mine is dying too.)
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 18:59:05 GMT -6
Fadingnight joined him, only on the floor beside him and looked up at the curves of branches of their head with an interested golden-amber gaze. The way they were intertwined and twisted together made her wonder about how the clan's loyalties were, intertwined and laced in layers of strong wood.
What had been up with her? Oh nothing much besides my insanity and nightmares. Although she decided to reply like any normal cat would. "Well, not much to be honest. Sunheart's apparently my mate now." She paused and turned her head to look at him. "I know right, me? A mate? BAH! That's like you being named Cloudstick." Which made literally no sense, but she thought the name was extravagantly hysterical and she smiled at herself as she looked back up at the ceiling.
"If I ever have kits though, you better watch that I don't literally go insane."
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 19:13:12 GMT -6
Thistlefang smirked, surprised by her answer. "Mates are gross." He said simply. I hope I never get a mate. He chuckled as she continued. Cloudstick? What's that supposed to mean? "Oh, so I'm Cloudstick now? Well you're.....Prickleface." He stuck his tongue out at her, and rested his chin on his paws.
Thistlefang scoffed as she spoke again. "Kits? Seriously? That's disgusting. Why would you want children?" He shuddered to himself. "You seem a lot different from when I first met you."
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 19:25:10 GMT -6
Fadingnight laughed, "Prickleface? Yea okay." He was on his stomach now while she was still positioned on her back. Then he mentioned kits.
"Well who else am I going to teach my insane ways?" The she-cat purred, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath of the Newleaf air. She had been enjoying the warm weather and the amount of fur her pelt was losing. Maybe she would finally be able to look sleek rather than fluffy. "And it's not that I particularly want to have kits..." She paused for a minute, opening her eyes and scraping her brain for a clever answer. "I just want to have blood in the clan from me... as me before I go. Don't you want to pass on your blood?" Once again she craned her neck to look him straight in the eyes, giving him a playful yet questioning face.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 19:33:03 GMT -6
"Apprentices. You can teach apprentices your insane ways." He rolled his brown eyes and stayed silent as she started talking. He gave her a look as she finished. "Uh, not really. Why would you wanna pass on your blood?" He tilted his head. Do all she-cats want kits? That's so weird. And gross. Kits are super annoying. He rolled onto his back and kept his gaze on her.
"Does Sunheart want kits?"
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 19:43:34 GMT -6
She pondered this, never had really brought up the question with him. It was interesting how comfortable she was getting with this tom she had only known for so long, but she loved to have cats close to her that weren't Sunheart, so if she went a did something crazy she wouldn't only have her mate to address it to. So she shrugged and kept her gaze locked, adding a slight confused look to her eyes, "Hmm, well I never really asked him before..."
At this point he probably didn't. Fadingnight was still a young warrior, and had plenty of other things to tend to like apprentices to be worried about kits. "Yea, I really don't know."
Her paws were beginning to itch to get up, get moving, do something besides sit around and think about twined clans and vines. "Wanna do something crazy?" She mewed, running scenarios through her mind, flicking her tail with amusement.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 19:52:36 GMT -6
Thistlefang shrugged. This is so weird. I want to talk about someting else. Or nothing at all. He looked across the den, trying to name other warriors he knew. He couldn't come up with any. All the cats I can call my allies are apprentices still. At least I have Fadingnight. Even if she is a little out of whack. He chuckled, looking at her for a moment.
Enjoying the silence, Thistlefang's paws soon itched to do something aswell. He grinned at her question. "Sure. What's your idea, Prickleface?" He staggered to his paws and shook his pelt. Dust and dirt flew off of him, as well as stray bits of moss. "Hah. You're dirty. Now what's the crazy plan?"
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 20:02:05 GMT -6
"Hmmm."
Her tail stopped flicking as soon as she had thought of something, it was crazy. But they were cats and as long as they weren't randomly named leader of the clan they only lived once. "How about, we jump into the creek by Iceclan." It was a warmer day, and the water was deep but it wasn't rapidly flowing in some areas at least, so it wasn't life threatening.
"What do you say, don't you bail on me." She purred, getting to her paws and restraining herself from bowing down, although that was what she was itching to do. Fadingnight wasn't a kit, but at heart once you got past the insanity she was still an immature apprentice.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 12, 2015 20:09:55 GMT -6
Thistlefang grinned at her idea. "Let's do it." He flicked his tail and walked out and over to the exit. She's a lot different than Brindlepaw. Brindle would've screeched and cried if I tried to jump into the river. He turned to glance at her, and slowed his pace so they could walk together. "It'll be freezing, but that's the fun part."
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Post by Fadingnight on Apr 12, 2015 20:21:52 GMT -6
Fadingnight smirked at his reply, they were doing it. As she trotted out of the entrance her mouth was greeted with another smirk as mentioned the freezing part being the fun part, when really it probably would be. Or the adrenaline of fear as she dove under the dark water. Adrenaline was what she lived for, the rush of her blood in her veins. That was the best part of living.
Walking side by side, not talking the entire time they finally reached the river. It ran dark and cold, almost calling them once her plan had been created and accepted. "Well, ladies first." She bowed over and stretched her paw out, signaling Thistlefang to go first. Fading knew he was no where near a lady, but she really had wanted to be a mousebrain.
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