Posts by Clark

Zayus nodded. "If you wish." Without so much of a warning or delay, he pelted off deeper in to the forest, ears pricked and mouthed opened ajar for scents of prey.

In a few minutes, the bobcat returned, a limp squirrel hanging by his jaws. "It isn't much but it'll do. I guess." He frowned after dropping the fresh-kill on the ground. Like Zayus, the squirrel's bone could be seen, ripping out of its weak and skinny frame for it too was not adjusting well to the cold weather and the hardships it brought.

"Have some." With his right fore-paw, he nudged the squirrel toward the kit. "You look hungry."

". . . maybe I'd be safer up there." At the comment of the mountains, Zayus echoed her laughter with his own low rumble of chuckles. The mountains were a hotspot for the larger wildcats. No sole domestic feline would stand a chance. "Despite the mountain's . . . er, diversity within different species, for the time I spent up there, it was an enjoyable experience. A lot of different opportunities than down in the woods." His head bobbed up and down in a hasty nod along with his words.

Majesty's question gave way for a few moments of silence before being answered. "Well --" the bobcat cleared his throat, preparing for a long speech to come. "After spending a few seasons in the mountains with a group designated solely for bobcats, the group began to disperse and break up. Against my prior wishes, I ended up alone and having to fend for myself. The mountains were great. Unlike many cats, I enjoy the Winter; the snow and cold air. Eventually though, like many experiences in life, life in the mountains was beginning to become . . . boring. I had also heard --and seen-- that life down here --in the various forests and cities-- was much more lively. There was more of an abundance of various felines. So, I came down here 'bout a moon ago and have been travelling around since." he told her, sucking in a breath of much needed air before opening his mouth, again.

"And you? You always been living down here?"

Dustfur eyed Sweetpaw once she caught up with his steady trot. He sighed in genuine contentment. The frigid cold air was clinging on to his bones like bees on honey but after so many sunhighs and sunsets keeping himself excluded in ThunderClan's camp, it felt wonderful to be back out in the forest. A hour or so ago he would have greatly disagreed that the woods were even remotely enjoyable but now as he strode across ThunderClan's land, he felt . . . free. In fact, he felt so free that his paws began to pick up speed, racing over the sparse barren of snow-covered acreage.

The abrupt rush of running shortly caught up to him and he returned back to the pace of a trot. He was out of shape from all those days of lounging around, doing nothing. Not only was Sweetpaw bringing out his internal lighter attitude but accomplishing some exercise out of him. She was teaching him more than he was teaching her.

"So, what would it be -- skilled hunter or strong fighter?" he questioned in effort to 'kill some time' as they traveled in the direction of RiverClan's territory.

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» muse : umm. D8
» notes : yay! i'll post up a request for a thunderclan cat later today or tomorrow. :3

Gavin hastily nodded in agreement. Specifically with the resting part of her proposition. Once the thoughts of exhaustion entered his mind, a sudden urge rushed over Gavin. He opened his mouth up for a wide yawn, broadcasting two fine lines of razor sharp white teeth. He snapped his mouth shut and stood up from his prior sitting position. His fore-legs reached forward in a stretch and yawned, again.

A pair of multicoloured blue and brown eyes scanned the present surroundings, directing anywhere from across the river. 'Don't want to make that mistake again,' the sable tom-cat thought to himself, mentally shivering at even the thought of water. His eyes dropped upon a nearby oak tree, standing so tall the feline's neck was required to be strained in order to see the top. Placing one paw in front of the other, Gavin advanced forward. Upon arriving at the tree, he inspected its vicinity, sniffing at the roots and pawing at the bark.

"There's a large deserted hollow in this tree over here. Looks plenty big enough for two cats to rest," he called out to Mangekyo before slinking in to the opening. As he thought, the den held enough space big enough for three cats -- four if they were not picky about being slightly squished. He nosed around, prodding at the ground until he found a spot of comfort. There, he sat down and began to --for the umpteenth time that day . . . He has a slight obsession with a clean, attractive pelt. -- groom his coat, licking down the damp chest fur first.

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» muse : all right.
» notes : with no word requirement on this site, i'm beginning to get a bit lazy. xD ohweeeell, i hope i gave you enough to work with. :]

"Oh, a leader?" Zayus repeated, tilting his head slightly in interest. This prior clan of her's interested the bobcat. A clan where all supported each other and trusted in their own beliefs? No wonder Majesty missed them so dearly for it sounded like she was living a life of pure happiness.

He took a step closer to her once the tears began to flow but stopped mid-step when she shook them away. "Hey. No need to apologize. I understand that feeling of loss." He nodded in recognizance. After all, he, too, had dealt --and was dealing-- with a life of solitude. His misted green eyes watched her gracefully step down from the tree. He chuckled at her comment. "Glad to hear you now do not fear me." He returned her smile with a soft smile of his own before questioning, "Have you been in contact with any of your past clanmates? It sounds like you all formed a tight society -- it surely can not be broken off so quickly."

Zayus replied with a silent nod. He bent down and took a bite out of the freshkill, as well. The frail yet delectable squirrel felt wonderful as it fell down in to his empty stomach. He took another bite, this one just as delicious as the first and after another bite swallowed, the bobcat could feel his belly slightly swelling up in genuine satisfaction.

Wanting to leave the rest of the squirrel for Brownkit, Zayus leaned backed and began to groom himself. He began with his paws, licking the snowy feet and drawing them back and around one ear. He did such routine with each paw numerous times before moving on to his ruffled chest fur.

"Both," answered Sweetpaw and a low chuckle from the pit of the solid blue-pelted tom-cat's stomach greeted the silent surroundings. "Well, of course. Does not every cat?" An amused smile spread across Dustfur's face as he continued to talk. "As a youngster --probably close to your age-- I always wanted to be the best hunter ThunderClan had ever seen. See, as a skilled hunter you have agile moves, quick and silent feet and the ability to survive on your own. I guess my anatomy thought otherwise because I ended up like this --" he paused, indicating with a point of his muzzle to his hefty yet muscular frame, " -- because fighting became my real skill," the warrior told the she-cat.

"Anyways. Looks like we're here."

A frozen river was spread out before the two. The regular quick flowing water was covered under a thick layer of ice, creating a sort of pathway across the water. RiverClan's camp was on the other side and to his advantage, the other side appeared to be deserted. Dustfur raced down to the water's -- well ice, technically-- and pawed gently at the ice. He sighed in relief when no cracks could be heard or seen. He diligently stepped on the ice, bracing for impact. To his astonishment and wishes, his blue paw remained planted on the frozen surface. "Sweetpaw, come behind me. Be very careful. The ice should be thick enough at this time of year but there's no wrong in being careful." He took another step on to the ice which was soon followed by two more until all four paws were on. With tensed muscles and a worried feeling that hung in the bottom of his stomach, he slowly continued forward, praying to StarClan that nothing would go wrong.

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» muse : great!
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"You lost someone too? Whom if I may ask?" Majesty's question caught Zayus a tad off guard. It had not just been someone but, a group of someones for he had lost many in his life, but after six years of genuine loss, only a few came to mind. "Well, a friend of mine, a fellow bobcat, during our travels was hunted down by 'em two-legs." He winced at the thought. He was probably no older than three years old when Chester had been captured by the hunters. To this day, his dear friend's death is unknown. Zayus had heard off a small enclosure, some called it a 'zoo', where felines and various other animals were taken and kept in cages until the day the cats in the sky took their life. Quite honestly, if it was being trapped in a cage all life or being hunted down, Zayus hoped Chester had gone through the latter.

"Then there was the group I belonged to. Good group of cats. It wasn't a big group -- probably no more than six so we all got pretty close." A frown drooped on his face at the thought of the six ex-clanmates. "Good group of cats, good group of cats . . . " He mumbled under his breath, his eyes dropping to the floor beneath his paws in despair.

"Anyways --" he cleared his throat, closing his eyes for about three seconds before he brought them back up, looking at Majesty. "Oh, you have a sister? That must be nice. I had no siblings. But, you say she took your place? Does that mean they --the group you lead-- er, mentored-- are still around?" he questioned, gray speckled ears perked.