Switchingtide's ears perked with interest, his head poking up from behind a rock. The red tom had been lazing, spending a perfectly relaxing afternoon doing... well, nothing. Nepthys's invitation sounded fun however and so the tom padded over.
"Sounds great, count me in!" his husky voice rumbled with pleasure. He always liked participating in activities with numerous other clanmates, finding it fun to catch up with everybody.
The camp clearing seemed empty in the middle of the afternoon, warm sunlight casting dappled shadows beneath the trees. The bonfire pit was empty, where it likely was to be until the next round of celebrations. Switchingtides did miss the festive air of such events and he wondered briefly when the next one would occur.
Shaking his head, he got up to his paws. There was no point moping around, he should make himself useful instead! Switchingtide raised his head.
"Would anybody be interested in forming a hunting patrol?" he called out.
Well, that didn't take long. Switchingtide flicked his tail, green eyes meeting each of their gazes in greeting as he trotted forward. The Abyssinian looked vaguely familiar, and it took him a full two seconds before he realised that she was an Abernathy too.
"Sure, come right on," he chirped in response to Kyou. "I was thinking of going a loop and just hunting whatever's on the way. We could cut through the forests, pass by the beach and loop our way back."
Switchingtide shrugged amiably at Kyou's question. He didn't really mind one way or the other.
"Well, I'd suggest we get a move on. If we see any other clanmates on the way, we could always invite them then," he suggested. "Of course, the more the merrier!"
Switchingtide cast his gaze at his littermate, pleased to see her. It had been a long time since he had seen Abby, having been busy with patrols and such. He swiveled his head to face Kyou when the black feline begin murmuring, straining his ears a little to hear her.
"Now that you've mentioned it..." Switchingtide frowned slightly, as he tried to remember the last time he has seen fine, weathered seaglass, and not the sharp shards of glass that were freshly tossed in by the twolegs.
"Hmm. Well I guessed Cabinclan didn't sound as nice," the tom joked, green eyes gleaming with mirth. None of the other clans would have taken them seriously, that's for sure.
Hearing the commotion, Switchingtide couldn't help but to nose his way into the crowd. He came just in time to hear Kyou's explanation of the game. Shrugging, the red tom stepped forward.
"May I?" His paw hovered over the bottle. Without actually waiting for a response though, he spun the bottle. Well, no point waiting around right?
Switchingtides filled up the form and passed it to Resonatingkit.
NAME: Switchingtides Abernathy
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
CLAN: Seaglassclan
ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC?: Prefers romantic, but doesn't mind making new friends
ooc ; sounds fine to me? I can edit my post if kyou says otherwise though
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He didn't use much force in spinning the bottle, and it only spun one round before the tip came to rest in front of a brown tabby tom. Franklin, Switchingtides thought that was his name. Had seen him around camp, but never actually seemed to have the time to talk to him.
He had been out minding his own business, doing a solo border patrol, attempting to catch a squirrel on the way, just average stuff really, when the scent of blood and pus had invaded his sense of smell. From there, it hadn't take long for the red tom to make his way towards the crowd and the big black tiger by the borders. Switchingtides hurried over to the crowd, feeling more worried the closer he got to the source of the smell. To put it simply, the tiger looked like hell. To make matters worse, he doubt that any of them could carry him to camp. He looked much too heavy.
"What.. What happened?" Switchingtides' ears perked at Romeo's question and the tom quickly volunteered himself as well. "Please, if there's anything I can do to help.."
rip mikoto
A thief? That sounded more like a kit's tale than a legitimate reason. Maybe the thieves were all the other felines who collected the seaglass. That sounded more plausible. His train of thoughts were broken by the alarmed cries of Mosspaw though, and the tom looked up to see the apprentice hopping and smashing her paw against the sand.
"Are you ok?" although his voice was concerned, Switchingtides had ducked his head down to stifle the chuckle that threatened to spill out. Mosspaw had looked pretty funny, as though she had been dancing a gypsy's jig. When he looked up, there was still a trace of a smirk left on his features.
Woah woah woah! Switchingtides winced at the rough, harsh sounds of Slayer's choking.
"I'll get the alcohol!" he volunteered. Switchingtides paused for a moment, wanting to offer some sort of reassurance to Russetpaw but honestly, he didn't have a clue on what to say. Deciding that it would be better to be helpful in other ways, the red tom turned and rushed back to camp. He assumed the alcohol was in the Shaman's den. Or something.
It didn't take long for Switchingtides to return. Or at least, it didn't feel long. He probably outdid his record on the way from camp to the borders. The bottle of alcohol was grasped in his jaw, a piece of rag wrapped around it for better grip. He set it down beside Russetpaw.
"Everything is going to be alright," it was the most cliché and potentially cruel thing to say, but Switchingtides couldn't stand the negative atmosphere that was beginning to form. Words wasn't his strongest suit of cards, he could never really put the things he wanted to convey he into words which was why he pursued the path of a warrior instead of an artisan.
Russetpaw's explanation didn't seem very... credible? Switchingtides couldn't help but grimace.
"I don't think it's a good idea... But you're the shaman right?" Surely he was trained in it. Maybe Switchingtides should stay out of it. He turned his head to look at Slayer.
"Do you want a stick or something? To chew on or something. Might help with the pain?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you are," a deep voice spoke as a red tom picked his way through the foliage. His paws were muddy from trekking through the stream. "Looking to join eh? I'm sure you'd fit right in." Switchingtides flicked his tail in acknowledgment to his other clanmates.
//rip muse
"Err, we could go past the forests, down to the streams and end off at the beach. We'll just stop to hunt whenever. How does that sound?" Although at first unsure, but as he mapped out the journey in his head, it seemed fine. Maybe a little bit far, but nothing too unusual for a hunting trip. Border patrols normally were longer than that anyway. He turned to the back to look at Leftfield and Nephthys.
"Will that be alright?"
Switchingtides shrugged. Mosspaw seemed fine, so why not?
"Bet that I'm gonna find the biggest seashell," he teased the other cats playfully, strutting exaggeratedly down the beach.
Switchingtides left to hunt around for a sturdy branch. It had to be strong enough so that it didn't splinter in the tiger's mouth, lest the feline choked. He shuddered a little at the thought. Eventually, he found two suitable ones which he placed by Slayer's mouth.
"Well.. Maybe we should just stick to the old fashioned way. I don't think it's a good thing to wait for somebody with such powers to come along.. Might not be anytime soon," Switchingtides trailed off.
While the rest had been crowding over Mosspaw's find, Switchingtides had been scavenging several fox-lengths away from them. Although he had originally meant his earlier challenge as a playful one, the red tom couldn't help but feel spurred on by the desire to win.
Spotting something flattish and grey in the sand, the tom had dug around it and had pulled the object out. It was a crabshell, and a large one too. It was almost the size of his face. Granted, it was chipped on the side but well.. It'll do! The tom bounded back to the group to show off his find.
"I found the largest seashell!" he declared smugly once he was close enough, presenting the chipped crab shell to them. "Ok, it isn't as pretty as the other seashells but well.. it is a shell and it came from the sea, so technically it is a seashell?"
