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If you were to ask Buzzcloud what he missed most about being a kitty-pet, the warrior would be listing things until the sun had dipped far out of sight. He missed a lot of things, you see. Chasing the livestock, drinking out of the milk pail when nobody was looking, his makeshift bed in the barn rafters. But most of all, he missed his human. The boy who had raised him from kitten hood and took care of him when no one else would. The rest of his family hadn't liked Buzzcloud, and they would've kicked him out if not for the boy protesting. He owed his life to the boy.
But seasons changed, and the boy one day packed up all of his stuff and disappeared in the family truck. There was a lot of yelling that night in the farm-house, and Buzzcloud, known as Buzz or Buzz Lightyear back then didn't think twice before following in his owner's footsteps. He abandoned the barn and soon found himself in Thunderclan, where he managed to make himself a new life. But as much as he loved looking back on his old life and reliving fond memories, he was enjoying clan-life, and was intent on making new memories here. The bi-colored tom was currently standing near the camp entrance, yellow eyes half-lidded as he let out a yawn. "Good morning," He said to no one in particular, trying to project his voice. "Did anyone want to go on a patrol with me? It's always good to start early. Besides, I want to see more of the territory."
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Down on the farm there hadn't been that many other cats around, unless you count the cranky, blind tom-cat that belonged to the boy's grandma. But she didn't visit all that often, and the tom-cat became absent after her second visit, so he'd probably died from old age sometime beforehand. As Moonwatcher approached him, the warrior temporarily ceased to function, unsure of what to do. Was there a certain way he was supposed to treat her? Did clans have some sort of secret handshake or code that he was supposed to know? Uhh- she was speaking to him now, introducing herself. Everything seemed normal- she seemed perfectly normal. Oh, and she wanted to join him on the patrol. How nice, maybe he should like, actually say something in return. You know, so it didn't look like he was staring vacantly into the void. "Sweet. I mean- it's nice to meet you Moonwatcher. I hope you uh, enjoy the patrol." Was that what people said? Did she notice that his voice broke at the end? He mustered up his best smile, and without knowing what to do next, would plop down onto the ground. "Hey uh- Moonwatcher, how many cats do you need to go on a patrol anyway?" Two sounded alright to him, but maybe they had a minimum or something in place.
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yo yo! here's a new character to replace the probably dead but not forgotten applegaze! i've missed thunderclan!
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Uhh- what had he walked into exactly? He had just returned from a hunting patrol, and was pretty proud of the fact that he'd managed to catch a squirrel, albeit an already injured one, when he noticed the commotion in front of the High Rock. Dropping off his prey at the freshkill pile, the tom walked over to see what all of the yelling was about. Some apprentice, who believed was the clan's medicine cat was holding up a squirming kitten, who reeked of fish and river-water. Judging by everyone's reactions, he guessed that the kid didn't belong here, and was a long way from home. Another clan maybe? He'd heard there were three other clans next to Thunderclan, though he couldn't remember their names. He'd also heard that the clans didn't get along that well, and didn't react kindly to trespassers. And if that was the case, Buzzcloud could understand their frustration. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel bad for Olivekit. She had dug herself into quite the hole. "I doubt her reason for being here is anything more than 'I got bored and snuck away from home because I felt like it'." He drawled, stepping forward. "After all, she's just a kid. She can't do much harm, and I doubt she's a spy." Did clans have spies? Did they know what spies were? "I say we let her off with a warning, and let bygones be bygones. No need for long winded explanations or throwing kits."
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Padding up to the riverside, Buzzcloud remembered when he and the boy had first went fishing together. He had been frightened at first, terrified. The boy had built something out of wood planks that would allow them to float on the water without touching it. In the end he had refused to get inside it, partially because he was afraid of water, and partially because he was in the middle of sunbathing. The boy had wrapped his arms around Buzzcloud's torso, thrown him in the boat and pushed it away from the shore before Buzz could scramble out. At first the tom refused to go near the boat's edge, huddling near the boy as he inspected a box of worms. But eventually curiosity got the better of him, and he would swat at the fish as the boy reeled them in. He was also in charge of delivering the killing blow. A couple of trips later and he had become quite the fisher, as well as a proficient swimmer. One needed to be if they were constantly falling in the water.
In the present he let out a sigh, only half listening to the conversation going on in front of him. "I think that it's alright to be fishing in there as long as the prey's running strong." It's an expression he had learned as of late, and hoped that it was being used in the right context. "Besides, Blizzard's right. I don't think it's possible for them to own a whole river, despite their name. It's kind of hard to scent mark water." His voice was uncertain, and he didn't want to cross the apprentice, though he couldn't see how someone could own a river. Yeah, it could be your main source of food, but you can't really own it. Stepping past Asphodelpaw, the warrior would dip his paw into the water, eyes full of nostalgia. Of memories long past.
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"You're pretty hardcore." The former farm animal appeared soon after Stonepaw, his bi-color pelt standing out against the brush. Up until joining Thunderclan, he had been provided with two meals a day, courtesy of his owner. They weren't good meals per say- table scraps mostly, bits of bread, meat, occasionally fruits and vegetables, but he didn't have to hunt for it. Which in his opinion was a good thing. It meant that he didn't have to go out, find a mouse, chase it down, and kill it only to be rewarded with a few measly scraps of meat. He was a bit chubby due to his lack of exercise, but Buzzcloud figured that as he got used to this whole warrior thing, he would thin up a little, earn some muscle. "Tracking it for this long, I mean. I would've given up already."
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ahh, i knew i recognized your writing style! it's good to see that you're throwing out more angsty teens for people to enjoy <3
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plotting, eh? buzz is a pretty sheltered cat who does stupid things, so maybe he can attempt to jump from tree to tree and end up injuring one of his hind-legs? asphodelpaw can help him up / get back to camp, but can judge him and/or complain all the while about kittypets and their uh- dumbness.
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i can make it tomorrow if you'd like!
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Three or four, eh? He'd have to remember that number for later. "Sure, the more the merrier." He meowed, letting out another yawn. "I'm sure you can patrol as well as anyone else, apprentice or not." The tom wasn't much of an early bird, preferring to wake up around noon, but seeing how most patrols and hunting parties set out in the morning, plus the fact that sleeping in was frowned upon, Buzzcloud had been forcing himself to wake up with the sunrise as of late. It was exhausting, and he normally fell asleep before everyone else did, though it felt nice to be part of the morning hustle and bustle. As Rustpaw talked about Asphodelpaw and how he was wearing down her ears, Buzz stifled a chuckle, amused at the apprentice's complaints. Whether or not they were valid? He couldn't tell, having no first-hand experience with the medicine cat.
I think the three of us could handle a border patrol. At her words Buzzcloud would stand up and stretch, a few of his joints popping from disuse. Man, he really needed to get out and exercise, hence the patrol. Rustpaw was itching to move out, and frankly so was he. The bi-color was eager to explore- to go out and see more of the world. "Unless you want to wait for a fourth member, I don't see why not." A grin shifted onto his muzzle, and letting out something that resembled a whistle, the tom began to head out of camp. "Let's get moving!"
