Camp [♥x] {oh.how.boring}

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

A small, dainty creature ambled about the forest slowly, her paws barely rustling the soft earth below her feet. With a flick of her ear, she regarded the sound of a mouse skittering in the bushes. She gave a very low purr of laughter at the foolishness of the mouse. Well, it didn’t really matter how smart the prey she caught was – as long as she caught some. Swiftly, she lowered herself into a crouch, spreading her weight evenly throughout her petite frame. She stalked the mouse for a few brief paces. Once she got within range, she sprang using her powerful haunches and came down lightly on the mouse and took the small creature’s life easily. Tossing a few dead leaves over the mouse, the animal – which could be easily identified as a cat – padded off deeper into the woods. The many trees shielded her from most of the sunlight, although brief splotches of the rays managed to penetrate the thick layer of leaves and shine on the she-cat’s pure white pelt. It was white enough to match even fresh-fallen snow. Although her white coat wasn’t the best thing for hunting during seasons such as new-leaf and leaf-fall since the green and bright fiery colors of the leaves during those seasons easily showed her white coat. In leaf-bare, though, her pelt blended in with the snow, concealing her. The she-cat paused for a moment, sweeping her gentle gaze across her surroundings. Her beautiful brilliantly bright green eyes were filled with peace as she heard the serene sounds of the forest. It was completely silent, only broken by a few notes of birdsong every so often. The cat’s paws padded silently on the rich earth. Every once in a while, she would step on something, perhaps a pile of dead leaves or a twig, causing a noise to interrupt the calm hush. Whenever that occurred, she would give a wince. The she-cat was more of a fan for quietness than listening to kits and apprentices play their rowdy little games.

Although two-legs probably didn’t know this, the she-cat knew that all cats had feelings and that they felt the same emotions as those flabby faced creatures with basically no hair except on the tops of their heads. She herself was a rather passionate and kind cat, although like every creature on the Earth, she had her good days and bad days. Even though most of the time, she was a composed, relaxed cat, there were times when words would fly from her mouth like darts, sometimes resulting in even more pain than your ordinary physical pain. The she-cat was slow to anger, but she was also slow to forgive. She did not forget things quite easily, especially quarrels. While she had only seen a couple winters, her mind was complex. She was wise, but at times, her anger or fear blinded the truth, making fact and fiction blend together.

A while ago, the she-cat had chosen the path of medicine cat of her Clan. She had vowed that from that day on, she would serve her Clan until StarClan called her to join their ranks. That was just one example of her loyalty towards her true callings.

The she-cat’s dubbance? Ivorywing.

Ivorywing returned to the camp, her maw beginning to ache slightly from the pressure of the amount of fresh-kill she was carrying. Dropping it into the pile that was partially stocked, she took a vole and settled down in a spot in the clearing, beginning to nibble at the fresh-kill daintily.

[frosty ♥]

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.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

A song.
And a breeze.
How the two went together, she had no idea.
The leader of her Clan just decided that her warrior name was supposed to be like that.
From Songkit to Songpaw and then to...
Songbreeze?
It was a rather odd name, but the originality and strangeness of it made her unique amongst the other cats.
It had been a bit difficult to become accustom to her new name, but after a while, she eased up to it.
Songbreeze.
Some thought it was a lovely name while others that it was utterly disgusting. But that was just their opinion.
She herself favored her name greatly.

The slim figure of a she-cat padded out of her den, her pelt slightly ruffled. She twitched and fidgeted a lot in her sleep, although she usually slept like a rock. In dreams such as catching a mouse something similar, her paws would actually move as if she was running. It was strange, but that was just how she was.

Anyway, going back to her ruffled pelt. It was ruffled obviously because of moving while she slept. Sitting herself down with her long, bushy tail curling around and laying on top of her slender paws, she turned her elegant head and ran her rough pink tongue over her fur attempting to smooth it down. After a while of wrestling and massive licks against her fur, it finally layed down, sleek and shiny. Brown and black stripes sometimes intertwined on her fur, halting all of a sudden to let the color of white come over. While her haunches, part of her face, her chest, and her skinny yet powerful legs were white; her silky tail was just the opposite color - a black color, a dark shade obviously.
Pale green eyes gazed about the Camp, noting on the status of the other cats. They all seemed to do well enough.
After she had completed her grooming Songbreeze padded to the fresh-kill pile. She took only a small thrush for herself and began eating it, careful to avoid the feathers. She plucked the feathers out so that it could provide extra bedding for the apprentices. That was a good personality trait she had - she was always, at least, usually, thoughtful about other cats. Another characteristic was that she was conservative - you could tell that by the way she only took a small amount of fresh-kill for herself.
Swallowing her meal and swiping her tongue around her jaws, she vowed in her mind that later she would go out hunting to make up for the meal she had just received.
Looking up at the sky, Songbreeze gave a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan for the food.

[Battooth]

A young tom woke in the warrior's den. His amber eyes flickered open after a moment or two of reluctance to wake up. He yawned, showing sharp teeth and a nice pink tongue. The tom stayed in his nest for another second before standing and plodding slowly out of the den, stretching each long leg as he went.

The tom was black almost all the way through. The only part of him that wasn't black was a single white spot on his chest. He was pretty disproportionate, with huge ears, long legs and a longer tail. His ears were what had given him his name: Battooth. He vaguely remembered his mother gently grooming his huge ears and purring little compliments and tiny bits of teasing to him.

He pushed the memory away. He didn't want to think about that. He missed his mother too much to want to think of her. He missed his family too much. His mother had died in a badger attack, and soon after that his father died, some suspecting a broken heart. His sister had left his Clan after that, having been reminded too much of their parents. His entire family was as good as dead to him, and he missed them terribly.

But now wasn't the time to think of that sad stuff. Now was the time to start the day, run in a few patrols, and possibly even run an errand for whoever needed an errand ran.

Battooth padded to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a small vole, then backed away to where the warriors ate. He sat down facing the center of camp so he could watch everyone as he ate.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Songbreeze.
Yeah, it was an interesting name all right.
The she-cat could nearly picture her dubbance in her mind clearly.
When she closed her eyes to imagine it, she saw melodic notes floating gently on a brief and faint zephyr, barely moving, but all the same, in motion.

Right now, Songbreeze was in one of those trances. She was picturing her name in the forest surrounding the EarthClan territory. Crystal clear silver notes poured out, fluttering and wandering about on the gentle lull of the breeze. It was rather strange, but Songbreeze favored doing this - it was nice and helped her concentrate and think when she needed to desperately, although she also did it randomly at times, just to lighten up and to get her spirit to return to her again.

Her faded green eyes opened themselves once more. Songbreeze wasn't surprised that she was in the same position of when she had been gazing up at the sky, thanking StarClan. Maybe it was them that sent her the few moments of wonder that she thought about once in a while. Parting her gaze towards the sky momentarily to glance around her, she was aware of other cats in the clearing; some eating while others were sharing tongues or doing chores. Her pale eyes caught the sight of the medicine cat of the clan - Ivorywing.

Songbreeze rather liked the gentleness and kindness of the Clan's medicine cat although she felt that Ivorywing was a bit too quiet when it came to certain things. When she longed for conversation and she attempted to speak to Ivorywing, Songbreeze usually got a smile a nod or a few words as a response. Something inside Songbreeze had made her realize a while ago that Ivorywing would only speak if there were actually a real serious problem or event that had happened.

Although she longed to have her wishes to actually have a full conversation with Ivorywing satisfied, she was content with just catching the white she-cat's eye and giving her a nod of acknowledgement and greeting.

[Agii♫]

Indeed, it was quite boring on this day.

Feathered creatures sprittled about with their own business, furred and pink-toed critters scuttling about, gathering seeds and all sorts of dropped berries from the fresh season's growth. The ebony beads of one critter's eyes expanded as large circular ears pricked upwards, body freezing as its chest rose up and down rapidly. Rose paws uplifted to its chest, the small rodent found the earth to have an unusual beat to it. Tilting its head to the side, the mouse flinched before scurrying away suddenly.

Large, lithe paws padded uncaringly through the foliage of the camp. Bright and joyous tawny eyes closed, the immensely long-legged tom pranced through the underbrush gaily. Long tail straight in the air, his ebony-tufted ears flickered to the side as the small rodent scrambled away, seeds bunched in its tiny mouth. Pulling back his ivory lips, the golden tom rolled his strong shoulders backwards, kicking his hind legs up more as his trot became a full-out dance almost.

This was Eagledance, the strange foreigner of Earthclan.

Long whiskers twitched at the soft, even breathing of another being, much larger than a mouse. Eyes blinked open, revealing an oddly-dulled pair of tawny-hued irises, pupils expanding as he gazed curiously around. Finding their target extremely easily, he pranced over to the she-cat with a crooked smile. However, Eagledance soon caught himself, and lithefully swayed his body in the direction of the border. He was on patrol, and needed to stay focused; no time for dawdling.

But, being a rather new member of the clan, he still had not learned everyone's name quite yet. Tilting his head, slowing his pace, Eagledance parted his slim jaws to release his thickly accented words. "What am I to call you?" he asked her, voice light and youngly accented with his homeclan's tongue.

The young warrior slowed his pace, coming to an elegant halt not a foxlength from the pale-green-eyed feline. His movements were odd--elegant and lithe, but odd. He seemed to have an almost ghastly movement in the way he ran and walked. It was almost... exotic.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

A song with a breeze.
It was just something she couldn't stop contemplating over.
Yes, it was an odd thing to think over and the fact that she kept on thinking about it was boring, but to her, it was a fascinating subject that could keep her entertained for hours at a time. It was strange what could keep her mind occupied, but Songbreeze was a relatively sweet and kind cat when she wasn't stargazing in her mind and daydreaming.

Looking up at the tom cat warrior who had skidded to a halt in front of her, she gazed at him with curious pale green eyes. In her mind, many thoughts processed at once. First of all, she noted that he didn't actually skid to a stop. Instead... It seemed more if he had just stopped perfectly without throwing up any dust at all. It was rather strange - she had never seen a tom cat move like that.

As he stopped near her, her ears flicked to the side as well as her tail twitching slightly. Turning her faded gaze onto the tom cat, she spoke in a rich, syrupy and lilting tone. "Good day, sir."

It was rather strange - Songbreeze didn't always adress other cats with their warrior names. Like now, she sometimes spoke to them using "sir" or "miss". Although it was in her nature to be polite, it was still rather strange to other warriors in EarthClan.

She continued thinking about the way he made his movements. It was strange. He seemed to move with an odd eloquence and flow, as if he were swimming within the air.

Well, perhaps that was the reason why he was called Eagledance.
But it was still strange.

[frosty ♥]

Oakheart rasped his tongue of his paw a few more times until he was finished. He sighed and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He started down at it for a few heartbeats. It was over flowing with prey. With a purr he picked up a thrush and gazed around for someone to share with.

His eyes locked onto Songbreeze, her beautiful green eyes were glittering like shiny emeralds. He blinked and padded over quietly, setting down his thrush he sat beside her.

"Hello Songbreeze" he meowed then dipped his head politely. Oakheart's tail tip flickered back and forth as he gathered the proper words for one cat to eat with another. "Would you care to share a meal with me?" He asked, his amber eyes were warm.

He had always favored Songbreeze. The way she talked was sweet like honey and silky like that of kit fur. The way she walked with that elegant grace in her strides made Oakheart's fur stand on end. The pretty she-cat always had herself wrapped around his paw.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Well...
She had just eaten a thrush recently.
Strange.
But she couldn't just turn this tom cat down, could she?

Glancing at Eagledance then back to Oakheart, she gave a nod to respond to Oakheart. "Very well, Oakheart," Songbreeze answered the tom cat, settling down beside him. Her tail twitched back and forth, slightly from distress at eating more than her share of fresh-kill even though she had eaten only a small thrush before.

"I won't be eating too much, so I hope you're hungry," Songbreeze murmured to Oakheart softly. She wouldn't eat too much. That was the answer. If she didn't eat too much of the thrush and hunted extra today, she would be able to pay off her... debt, shall we say?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ivorywing again. With surprise, she saw a spark of amusement and interest in the medicine cat's eyes. Songbreeze sent an interrogating and questioning look to the white she-cat but was answered only with a shake of Ivorywing's head.

"Strange," Songbreeze mumbled to herself, planning to go right over to Ivorywing and speak to the medicine cat herself once she was done sharing the thrush with Oakheart.

And remember, Songbreeze, don't eat too much of it. You're going to have to hunt more today because of eating this extra bit of fresh-kill! she thought to herself - silently of course, because thoughts to her were never meant to be voiced aloud.

[Agii♫]

It wasn't a particularly straight answer, but at least it was a sign that she had acknowledged him.

He was interested.

He wanted to ask the she-cat what her name was.

But she seemed occupied on the other tom, whom he hadn't caught the name of either.

With a crooked smirk, Eagledance turned away, giving the two some peace together. The golden tom cat picked up his exotic trot, padding silently away from them and towards the fresh-kill pile. A good small meal did catch his fancy. "G'morn'," he called back to them thickly-accented. He could always come across them some other time and ask for their names then. Now, he was urging for a bite of vole.

His pale tawny gaze shifted over towards an obsidian feline whom was surveying and eating simultaneously. Strong heels rose higher, thick glossy coat catching a dappled spot of sun beneath a tall oak as the young warrior padded closer to the oddly-porportioned tom. In some ways, this tom lightly resembled his own mis-porportions. Unnaturally long ears and a long, lean body, Eagledance found this raven-hued feline quite interesting. With long, lithe strides he came within a foxlength from the warrior, gold eyes bright with interest.

"D'ye mind if I grab somethin' t'eat with you?" he asked, long tufted ears pricked with acute keenness. Long legs steadied and light as he stood, long thick tail curled and relaxed, he tilted his head to the side in questioning.

[Battooth]

Battooth glanced up at the other tom, his ears swiveling forward. He swallowed his bite of vole and nodded. "If you'd like," he said pleasantly. He looked the tom over. "You're the newest warrior aren't you?" he continued. "Eagledance, I think? I'm Battooth." The black tom flicked his tail to indicate it would be alright if Eagledance wanted to sit next to him.

Battooth was rather eager to get to know the new member of EarthClan. He had a habit of being incredibly cheery, and trying to have as many friends in the Clan as possible. He came across as annoying most of the time, but when he wasn't trying hard, he figured he was alright.

[Agii♫]

"I s'pose," he replied with a crooked smirk, ivory lips pulled back in to a devilishly coquette facial expression. "A foreign warrior some call me." He jested. "Battooth." The tawny tom rolled the fresh new name on his rose-hued tongue, rasping it against the scent glands of the roof of his mouth.

Strong shoulder blades rolled backwards lithefully as the warrior tom padded elegantly towards the fresh-kill pile, bending down and picking up a small vole. Blinking over the selections of the other critters he could've possibly chosen, Eagledance gave a brisk flick of his long tawny tail placidly, turning around to trot back to the side of the ebony feline. He grinned as he settled beside him, powerful haunches reclining to his lean sides.

Running his tongue across his lips once more, he neatly began to de-fur the small vole, his work quick and acurate. It took only a few moments, and afterwards he turned his attention back towards the other warrior. "Is this your birth clan?" he inquired.

[Battooth]

Battooth nodded. "Yep, it is," he meowed. "I've never even been able to think about living in another Clan." He purred happily to himself as he finished off his vole. "My sister's in SkyClan though. She left after our parents died." His voice was cheery as he spoke. He had long since gotten over her leaving, despite the occaisional feelings of sadness, he didn't mind any more. Besides, Eagledance might as well know a bit about his new Clanmates. "What about you? I mean, I know you're not from EarthClan, but your name is a warrior name. Did you belong to a Clan before this one?" Battooth glanced over his shoulder at the camp barrier behind him and stood, rushing to them with the remains of his vole in his mouth. He quickly buried them, then returned to Eagledance, muttering a soft apology. Battooth liked cleanliness. He couldn't help it.

[Agii♫]

"I'm sorry for yer sister, Battooth, I truly am. I 'ave a brother, but he's still back in m' old Clan," he comforted soberly with a dim smile.

He nodded as Battoth returned from his short moment of buring the remainder of his food. Eagledance had set his food aside for the time being to answer the ebony tom's inquirey.

"Oh yes, I was born in a Clan pret'y far from 'ere. I guess I can't exactly say where, really, but it was a might of a travel. I was travelin' with three other Clanmates of mine, none of 'em kin o'course, but I did leave m'mother an' father back there. An'way, Ravenstripe, Owleye, Elkfoot, an' me set off t' find another Clan to set'le down in. I was th' only one to survive th' travel.

"M' BirthClan was called RainClan. Our leader, Cloverstar, 'ad jus' declared our clan to bat'le with the ot'er Clans, ValleyClan, RoseClan, an' TwilightClan. We were a pret'y large Clan; feared by the others," Eagledance gave a sad smile.

"We were 'bout ready, and I was in front of th' line, bein' one of the most skilled runners. We fought, an' it was dammned mouse-brain hard. We didn't lose many, which I'm happy of, and nei'er did th' other Clans--more than us, but not enough to severely damage their population. I was beat up good." The large, tawny tom grinned and gave a soft laugh.

Flicking his tall, ebony-tufted ears to pass the time, he curled his long lean tail around his small paws. Blinking, Eagledance glanced around the camp for a brief moment before regaining a sober air, comically smirking to break it after a moment's time.

"I am much diff'rent from the others, aren't I?" he mused, "Not all of my Clan looked like I do, but we all had th' same basic structure, if ye'd like t'call it that. I wasn't the largest of my Clan f'sure, but I was the tallest. We all have long legs 'cause of the prey we eat down there, I guess. I've been watchin' some of th' cats 'unt, and you 'ave a much diff'rent tactic than we do." The lean tom puffed out his cream-coloured chest in a light laugh.

[Battooth]

Battooth listened politely, a bit astonished to learn that not only were there other Clans, but there were four other Clans. This bit of news alarmed him slightly, but then he remembered that Eagledance had said they were far from here.

He nodded to Eagledance's last comment. "We must be very far apart to look so different," he meowed. "But I'm sure you'll catch on to our hunting soon enough. You seem to be adjusting really well though." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Your friends- the ones you spoke of before- Ravenstripe, Owleye, and Elkfoot. What were they like? And if it's not too much to ask, how did they die?" Battooth loved stories almost as much as he liked cleanliness. He had loved caring for the elders as an apprentice, simply because if he did a good job clearing away their dirt and dirty moss- which you can be sure he did- he would earn a story from the wise old cats.