; x Life x ;

[Blair ;;]

Sagestar looked back at her at her nod, then bolted, hoping she could keep up. Not that it was wrong if she couldn't.. She was a little older than him. It was fine if she couldn't. At the thought, he slowed down his pace, but still was going at a medium pace, not to make her think he was slow. His black pelt was pushed down with the cold substance of water and he hissed in complaint. Sagestar hated getting his paws or pelt wet. It annoyed him to the core. His whole body tensed as he ran. Finally, they reached camp, just outside of it, and the rain was beginning to let off, but not by much; the thunder was still coming down hard. Sagestar sighed softly as he entered the camp, the sound lessening the farther they got in. He shook his pelt off, careful not to get it on her. "Sorry about that." he said, a frown deepening on his lips. [bg=000000][atrb=width,438,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Clove]

Her paws moved in a smooth yet slightly awkward motion. Her old injury weakened the fluency of her movement. It was frustrating, but she was used to it. It has been there for a while now. Mud squished loudly under her paw pads. She didn't really mind getting wet all the much. It was a little annoying though. Her pelt clung tightly to her fur. She longed to dry it with long licks.

She moved quickly through the plants. She scowled and wished they weren't there to get in her way. She almost desired to take a swing at one, but she would look silly. She continued to race onward. 'Or at least as close to racing as I can get,' she thought with a light laugh. Her darkish green eyes darted around. She darted to the side to avoid a tree. It would not have been comfortable to smack right into that.

Vinetangle can feel the camp getting closer. She smells the scents of her clanmates. Her tail whips to the side. She charges into camp and plops down. She breathes heavily from excitement and running. She looks at Sagestar and smiles for some reason. She turns away and lays her head upon her paws. Her tail twitches then wraps into her side. She draws her tongue across her muzzle. She decides to close her eyes for a moment before grooming.

[Blair ;;]

Sagestar looked back at her as they entered the camp, and easily smiled back at her, then stood in the middle of the camp. Most of the cats were in their dens, but the rain seemed to begin to cease, but the thunder still remained, just about almost shaking the whole camp. He shivered slightly, then began to lick his pelt down. Sagestar felt younger when his pelt was wet; he shook it off, though, he didn't like it sticking to him. It was rather annoying. He twitched his tail, his own green eyes darting around the camp. Inside the dens were all the warriors, and none of which were outside like himself and Vinetangle. It didn't matter. It was fine out here.. They weren't getting too wet. Sagestar looked back at Vinetangle. "Maybe when the rain stops, we can go back and hunt?" He liked the idea of going back to hunt; there wasn't anything to be planned in the camp; besides, he liked hunting. If she didn't want to, he would anyways, by himself. [bg=000000][atrb=width,438,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Clove]

Vinetangle opens her eyes back up at the sound of thunder. The surroundings rush into her vision. She sits up quickly, feeling slightly dizzy. She shakes it off. She starts to groom her drenched pelt. She purrs as it begins to become more dry. She considers going into the dens. She looks over at the warrior's den. Glowing cat eyes shine from the darkness within. She stays put.

She waits patiently for the rain to stop. It seems to be slowing down so hopefully that is soon. She feels a bit like a mouse-brain sitting in the open like this. She isn't getting all that wet though. Her fur is drier now and not nearly as annoying. Her tail tip twitches. She feels an itch in her throat. She lets out a cough that echoes around camp. She smiles. She can't help laughing a little. She doesn't know what she's laughing at, but she just goes with it.

Her mind wonders to all the cats hiding in the dens. They are obviously weaker than her if they are so afraid of the storm. She's more experienced, sure, but that doesn't mean younger cats have to be scared little mice. Apparently that's what these cats are. She catches some of their eyes and shakes her head. Their clan hardly stands a chance against danger if the warriors are afraid of a little rain and thunder. She lets out another laugh and shakes her head at them.

"Hunting. That sounds splendid once the rain quits," she replies to Sagestar. She thinks about the blood of a rodent or bird seeping into her jaws. She licks her muzzle and unsheathes her claws. She sends a light scratch across the ground. She imagines the fur and flesh of helpless prey ripping up.

[Blair ;;]

Sagestar flicked his tail and began to groom himself, his eyes darting across the camp again to see the rain that poured down. It seemed to look fine. It was lessening by the second. A loud CRASH! coming from the lightning made him almost jump. Must have hit one of the trees. He listened harder. The crackle continued, but it didn't seem like it was close to the camp. Sagestar listened again with his highly trained ears. No, not close to the camp. The twoleg nest close to the border.. Possibly. No where near the camp though. Oh, probably that really big tree near the twoleg nest. Yes, that would make sense. . Oh, but it seemed so much closer. His heart sank as he thought: The meadow? No, no. Probably beside it.. He would check when they went hunting. He didn't tell the other warrior because he didn't want her to worry. "Y-Yeah, I like that idea." his voice shook. He loved that meadow. No, it was impossible for a tree to fall there. Not high enough. Atleast that's what he told himself as he groomed himself, his ears alert. [bg=000000][atrb=width,438,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Star (Noblelion)]

(Mind if I join?)

Whiteheart walked slowly back to camp, his fur slicked down by the rain and his green eyes bright. He looked around, and felt a pang of homesickness. This forest reminded him of his old home, back when he had still been trusted and loved by his Clanmates. Now he was on the lam, but at least he had found a new place to call home. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

He stretched in the rain, he heard the sound of thunder, but that did not bother him, he had seen worse storms in his old home. He decided it was actually time to enter the camp so he padded inside.

"Greetings, Sagestar and Vinetangle," Whiteheart meowed, padding up to his Clanmates. "Fine weather, isn't it? How about we go hunting, once this calms down some?"

[Clove]

Vinetangle paced impatiently. She shouldn't pace, really, with her nearly lame leg. She didn't care though. She couldn't take it anymore. Her black and orange fur practically rippled with annoyance. She glanced at Sagestar for a moment. She decided it's best to show some patience in front of the leader. She sat down and huffed. She scuffed the ground with her paw on her uninjured leg. The dirt sprayed up. Some of it went up her nose. She sneezed. She turned away, embarrassed.

She closed her eyes for a moment. The thunder had faded away. She expected to come back. The storm didn't seem finished yet. She enjoyed the bliss of near silence. Only the rain was the sound, pounding hard against the forest floor. She jumped out of her skin when the thunder finally came back. She should've been more prepared. She shook her head, disappointed with herself. She drew her ears away from sound. She pawed her ear, wishing for the bliss to come again.

Her eyes lay on Sagestar. He seems suddenly nervous. Her ears twitch. She acknowledges that his voice shook. She gives him a questioning look but doesn't say anything. She draws her eyes away as he grooms. She gives her own chest fur a lick. Her head snaps up. She watches Whiteheart appear into the camp. She hopes for him not to come over. She's content with the leader's company and that's all. Though Whiteheart is a tom, she's not really in the mood to interact with many others.

Biting back a sigh, she gives a nod of greeting when he comes over. She laughs at his remark about the weather. Obviously it's not fine, since it is raining. Maybe it isn't so bad that he came over. She could use a little humor once in a while. She actually digs her claws into the ground when he brings up hunting. She withers a bit. Now that's just too far. There's no need to show her dislike of other cats in front of the leader. She replies with,"Yeah sure."

[Star (Noblelion)]

Whiteheart noticed as Vinetangle dug her claws in the ground when he brought up hunting. He narrowed his eyes at her. She reminded him of a cat that used to do that all the time, a cat he once thought he could trust...

Whiteheart shook his head, Vinetangle was nothing like his brother. Whiteheart sighed, lately thoughts of his old home had been coming to him more and more. Was it a sign that he should go home? He hoped that StarClan would be more direct towards him.

"The ground is not prey, Vinetangle. If it were, we would have gobbled it all up by now. If you don't want to go hunting, thats fine. If you don't want to go hunting with me, thats fine too, but I deserve to know why," Whiteheart meowed, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of rain sliding through his fur.

[Clove]

Vinetangle felt an unnerving twist in her stomach. It hurt, oddly enough, and she winced. Realization struck. There was a storm going on inside her as well. She eased away the twist. She swallowed hard. 'Calm down. Don't take your rotten mood out on other cats for once,' she told herself mentally. She stilled her lashing tail and let it hang limp. She sheathes her claws. Her eyes went blank, forcing all of her emotions down.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest at his remark. She almost bared her teeth. It irks her to no end when cats talk to her like she's an idiot, or at least just when they seem to have an attitude. The pain is a sign of oncoming rage. She took a deep breath to cool off. She gave him a fierce look that said 'Don't mess with me.' Of course the ground isn't prey. She doesn't always control her movements. Her claws pretty much did that on their own in response to her uncalled for annoyance. She blinks.

Her tail lashes to the side. She wants to go hunting, with all her heart's desire. It's pretty much her duty. She's awake, wide awake. No way is she going to sleep anytime soon. Also the camp is too stuffy for her right now. She needs to be out and about. She has to restrain herself from clawing his ears off. Although Whiteheart is the deputy and older than her, he's only 6 moons older. He doesn't need to act like he knows it all. She's not an inexperienced apprentice, but in fact she's an aged warrior. She rolls her eyes discreetly. "I've wanted to be hunting since this storm started," she meowed, nearly uttering 'mouse-brain' at the edge of her sentence but controlled herself like the mature warrior she is,"And I have no excuse for my actions except that I'm not in the greatest of moods. I really don't care if you wish to join Sagestar and I." Remembering that he's the deputy, she dips her head and looks him the eye, trying to show that she's done with this issue.

[Star (Noblelion)]

Whiteheart purred with some amusement, Vinetangle obviously did not like being told what to do. He remembered that his brother used to be just like that, and he probably still was too. He had lots of respect for this she-cat, despite her attitude towards him.

He froze when she dipped his head towards him, he was not used to being treated with that kind of respect. He flicked her over the ear and meowed, "I was just teasing you, no need to get so upset. And, please, there is no need to dip your head to me. You deserve just as much, if not more, respect than I do."

With that last part being said, Whiteheart dipped his head to Vinetangle and meowed, "You are a warrior worthy of lots of respect, don't let any cat make you think or feel otherwise. I think you would have made a great deputy."