Post by Airabelle on Dec 20, 2017 14:29:16 GMT -5
When Rowanstar called out, Mapletail's ears perked, and he immediately forgot about the task at hand. This had to be an announcement about the Deputy, right? His tail quivered excitedly, and he flicked it down Snowfire's spine, bouncing on his toes. The cool and collected tom was acting as if he were an Apprentice again, and in some ways, it felt like it. He had never witnessed a Ceremony like this, and the customs of his Clan had always interested him. This was a new experience, one he certainly wouldn't miss.
"Come on, Snowfire, I'll bet ten mice this is about the new Deputy!" he meowed, trotting towards the center of the Clearing and taking his spot, craning his neck up to look at his mother. Although she was scarred and worn by the Earth, Mapletail still thought she was one of the prettiest cats in MistClan, and how couldn't he? She was his mother, the one who had raised and protected him while taking care of the whole Clan. Any tom would be lucky to have his mother as a friend, let alone a mate. Perhaps that's why she had never taken a life-mate; no one was good enough for her.
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Mosscloud had returned to Camp much calmer than they had left. There had been no sign of the trespassing cats, and their anxiety had dissolved into curiosity by the time they and the patrol had made it back to Camp. They had been pacing by the Camp's entrance, debating on whether or not to go hunting again when Rowanstar called for a meeting, and they jumped a bit. They would never get used to loud noises; this was something they'd come to terms with. Their sensitive ears disagreed with any noise above a crow's call, and although it rarely scared them, they were never comfortable when a voice rang out, or a battle cry was bellowed.
They took a spot near the back of the crowd, hoping they wouldn't draw too much attention to themselves. They knew they had no chance at becoming Deputy; they hadn't mentored an Apprentice, and they were barely old enough to call themselves an experienced Warrior, but they still didn't want any eyes on them.
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Roseheart had spent most of her morning idling by the fresh-kill pile, unsure of what to do. Patrols had been sent out, and although there were only a few pieces of prey on the pile, she knew that some cats had to stay behind and guard Camp, as Rowanstar had instructed. As much as she hated to do nothing, the fiery red she-cat had kept reminding herself that she was doing something; she was guarding her home.
Her gaze lit up when she saw Nettletuft approaching her, and she stood to meet him, purring happily as he ran his forehead along her neck, and once he withdrew, she ran her jaw along his. "Always so concerned with me," she chided gently, though love and gratitude shone in her eyes. "I'm fine, what about you?" she meowed, but before she could hear an answer, Rowanstar's voice rang out around Camp. Her former mentor seemed excited; something must be happening. "Let's go see what she has to say," Roseheart meowed, entwining her tail with Nettletuft's and walking over to the Clearing, finding a spot big enough for both of them to sit.
(sully)