NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags

Stormsnap wasn't out for any real reason really. Usually, he was happy to stay in camp. Camp was the perfect place to over hear a lot of things, lots of gossip from the elders, lots of imaginative worlds from the kits, lots of memories from everyone in between. The words and the constant bustling calmed the tom. He rode the waves of movement like a boat on the waves. Ever changing, but always a float. Sometimes though, the waters become a bit to much. The sky a bit too full, and the boat has to make land fall. Thats what he was doing. Grounding, he supposed. Relaxing, he supposed.
Sometimes, when he was in the open, he could hear the ones he failed behind him. Like dust, kicked up in every paw step.
He never liked being alone, perhaps they knew that. A comfort he couldn't provide them. Something they needed.
Or perhaps he was just in his head again. Probably.
The tom padded along, stopping every now and then to watch the flowers dance. He was unaccompanied today - at least by warriors.
The tom sat down at the base of a large tree. It over looked a large clearing that held mainly rocks perfect for sun bathing- but thats not what he planned to do. No, no, sun bathing? That sounded normal. Which was a slightly nice way to say 'you can do that at camp, Storm,' which was true. The tom smiled to himself as he dropped a small mouse into the clearing and hurried back into the shadows of the tree.
It didn't take long for the black birds to come. The birds came slowly, a bit cautious of the mouse, for no reason though. Storm didn't plan to hunt them, in fact quite the opposite. The tom sleeply watched the birds from the cool shade, smiling to himself as they chattered and hopped. He studied their shapes, wondering how it felt to fly.
"Prolly find out when I'm in Star Clan, I suppose."
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NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags

"HHHHHHhoh my Star Clan, Hi," The tom blinked, stifling an embarrassed smile. He'd almost fallen asleep under the tree. Well almost was a nice word, he'd been precisely 0.0001 seconds away from rest, but he had no idea what numbers were and no way or want to communicate any of that to Canary, so instead he went with something a bit more normal.
"Hi, Canarysong." He mewed, tipping his head in greeting to the molly. He'd seen her around camp now and then, heard small rumors about the scars that decorated her pelt like badges. He'd heard that she won them by defeating a large group of rats that had found their way into the nursery. That she'd lost one of her ears protecting an apprentice from a fox. He'd heard ruder rumors too. But as much entertainment as he got from gossip, he'd also gained a nose for hyperbole; and if you asked him all of the rumors smells a bit... off. Besides, he'd rather learn from the cat herself.
"Care to join?" He made no attempt to get up, he was quite comfy in the shade, however he did shuffle aside for the molly to have space to sit down without touching him if she wanted.
"Just listening to the birds, found out a while ago if you feed them-but don't hunt them-they'll bring you things. Every once and a while I'll get something shiny. I've gotten some food once." He mewed mainly to himself, the sleepiness still evident in his voice. "They are usually," he paused to sniff the air, "louder then this...Did you bring any-Hey, whoever's there don't hurt the birds!"
He called, a few birds leapt to the sky at his call. Hope someone was there, else I've scared the birds for nothing. He pouted. Hopefully they'll still bring me something shiny.
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NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags

Storm raised an disbelieving brow. What stuff? Wasn't Canarysong not allowed to hunt? Being pregnant and all. What did she do to pass the time? The tom considered for a moment. Well he didn't like to hunt, but he could hardly see the molly talking with elders, watching the kits or studying plants. Well maybe she played with kits at camp? She was going to be a mother, after all. Maybe she practiced battle moves with the apprentices? Storm did that every now and then, but still.
"What have you got to do?" He playfully asked, chuckling a bit at her agitation. "Go find a better spot of sun to lay in?"
His eyes traced the crows as the few brave ones hopped about, still looking for food. Who else was out there? He scanned the area, recognizing a feline scent, but it was too thunder clan to really pick out who it was.
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NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags

Storm blinked turning his head to see Mossberry. His soft smirk broke into a warm smile. He didn't know much about the molly, which was a rarity for the gossiper, but she seemed nice, if not very shy. His gaze slipped over her posture, had she just made warrior? She seemed very scared. Maybe of Canarysong He thought with a small laugh.
"No worries." He mewed, attempting to catch her eye. "Theres still a good few of them," He nodded towards the few crows that continued to pick that the ground not to far from them. "I used to hunt them too, until an old friend showed me what they could bring you if you just gave 'em small bits of food. Like, well, like that."
One of the crows let out a sharp call that admittedly made Storm jump for a second. It blinked, setting one of it's deep black eyes on Storm before flying off. He had nodded towards the bundle of flowers the crow left. They waved gently in the wind, and without going over there Storm could tell that they weren't from near by.
He smiled, looking back at Mossberry. "cool, huh?"



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