The sweet Elixir of life {P, Elixir clan members only}

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    gιя! wrote:

    "Hello Lacrimas." Rosette said in a soft tone. She had to admit she had always been a bit intrigued by this tom.


    Lacrimas rolled his eyes. "Inspired." he drawled, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. "Do you wanna get outta here?"

    Rowan thought awhile. "How about the big trees past the shore?" he asked thoughtfully. The tom knew there was always plenty of prey there.

    Love sat in the sea, unsaid thing hung the air. She could see the fish jumping out of the water like birds. She also was aware of Quiet staring at her.

    "Yeah, thats a pretty good idea, that area usually has some prey." Feather answered. With that, she began to pad toward the entrance to the camp, flicking her white tipped tail as she left. At the edge of the hollow, she waited for Rowan impatiently.

    Quiet shook his head and turned away, heading down the other side of the shore. His white fur was plain to see against the sandy edge of the sea.


    Rowan trotted after Feather, catching up to her quite quickly. Heading out with a nod to the she-cat, Rowan stepped into the forest.

    Feather quickly caught scent of a rabbit and tracked it. She stalked it drawing one paw after another. When she was 5 ft. away she made a huge pounce, landing squarely on it's back. She snapped it's neck with her massive paws. She quickly caught a pair of mice then told Rowan she was heading back. She placed them on the pile and padded to her nest, curling up against the moss.

    Rowan nodded, rather surprised by her nice kills. Scenting the air, Rowan smelled a vole nearby. Lowering into a hunter's crouch, he carefully stalked toward it. Unsheathing his claws silently, he pounced when he was a tail-lenght away. As he landed on top of it, he bid the vole a swift bite to the spine; killing it instantly.

    As Quiet was padding away, Love turned her head, "Quiet, I know you're watching me. Do you want to come sit with me?"
    The sea kept wetting her fur, she decided that she would give herself a good wash after.

    Diadem shrugged. She had no idea what to do, she just wanted to be near a cat.

    Swift shook his head and padded away, not having "time" for her. (He is such a prat sometimes)


    Oak saw his son padded away and he padded out of the den. "Need some company?" he asked.


    Quiet turned and slowly padded over. He hesitated for a moment, but then he sat down next to Love.

    "Don't be so uptight! Have a little fun!" she told him and got up spraying sea water at Quiet and sat down with a splash, wetting him again.

    Diadem sat down. No one wanted to be with her so she decided to think to herself for a while. Contemplate what she was to do with her life. It wasn't like her life was a good one, not with that tom harassing her from a young age.

    Oak sighed and padded away from Diadem. She had not heard him, but he thought she was ignoring him. Reentering the den, he lied down in his nest and drifted into a lonely sleep.


    Quiet hissed as the salty water got all over him. "Hey!" he complained, ruffling his fur out. "Do you know how hard it is to get salty water out of long fur!?"


    Rowan buried his vole, then scented the air for more prey. Catching the faint scent of a finch, he stalked toward the scent quietly.

    Feather slept in her den, never wanting to leave it. Realizing she had to, she slowly got up and shook her fur. She padded outside and sat down grooming her tangled-with-sleep fur quietly enjoying the peacefulness.

    OOC: Do you want our cats to have secret crushes on each other? If you say no that's fine.
    IC: Love laughed,"No I don't, but you should learn to let the sea soak through your fur!"

    OOC: sure. why not?


    IC; Quiet just scowled and looked into the water and at his reflexion. Crusty and salty scabs had started to form on his fur. Grumbling, he shook it out, showering Love with dry salt. "Oops," he said grinning, not meaning it at all.

    OOC: Have you seen my profile? It's awesome!!!!!
    IC:Love narrowed her eyes playfully,"Hey! You got salt all over me!"
    She tried washing them out but wretched at the salty taste.