the last of the good ones [sharing prey/open]

[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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The days were getting shorter. Cooler, too, if he were honest with himself. As much as he wanted to cling to the warm summer days and all the goodness that had lived within them, on his doorstep now was a drastically cooling autumn where the days were more often cloudier than sunny. It would be the Deputys first time experiencing the cold season as a wild cat and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect beyond the vague tellings of his clanmates; a shortage of prey, frigid cold temperatures, a lack of herbs to treat the sick and injured with, dangerous sickness that could infect every cat in the territory. It all sounded rather bleak to the copper tomcat, sounding far too familiar to a past he had done his best to all but forget.

With the sun slowly beginning to sink low on the horizon, setting the sky ablaze in oranges, golds, and reds, it was easy to see where the Deputy got his namesake from. While he was nowhere near as vibrant, his own copper-gold coat seemed to blaze like fire in the fading light of dusk as he crossed the camp toward the freshkill pile. Physically he'd been recovering well from his fight with the hawk, and while his shoulders and chest bore clean scars from the ordeal, the large tomcat seemed otherwise unhindered in his movements. Emotionally and mentally? Well, he was still recovering. He'd lost his first apprentice after all, and on top of that Inkylotus had chosen to return to their life of wandering the moors, leaving Duskfire the lone bearer of responsibility when it came to Slitherpaw and Dustkit. It was a lot, and it was going to take time for him to settle into this new life.

Green eyes would settle over the pile of prey before him, glad to see it was still mostly full despite the terror of the hawks and the toll they'd been taking on the prey as of late. At least the clan wouldn't be going hungry just yet. Grabbing a fat rabbit from the pile and settling down a few feet away, he decided to do something he didn't do all that often- open an invitation to the clan to join him. And that wasn't because Dusk preferred to be alone. No, the tom just hadn't been raised in a place where you went around socializing with the other cats, and so he hadn't ever had much practice in making friends or noticing social cues. Tonight though? He didn't care. He didn't want to sit in silence with his thoughts.

"Anyone feel like sharing this rabbit with me?" he called as he took a seat, not really caring who it was as long as that someone was willing to act as a distraction for him.

OOC- come eat with Dusk! Just a nice little social thread for the cats to hang out and chat- feel free to grab your own piece of prey and join in as well :)
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windclan warrior - male - 20 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat

 

[Siennachirp]

"And I have homework and shit I need to do"​

The cold air had a mink bundle curled up over by one of the tunnel entrances, shivering a bit as the sun was going down so it was colder than it had been during the day. Then dark ears pointed upwards at a voice calling across the clearing; it was Duskfire. The bengal deputy was always something of a force in Windclan, striking in apperance and strong over all. The tom seemed to have gone through a lot, and he had only seen him around camp and never really spoke to him. He knew why, and that was because Siennachirp had the worst puppy crush on Duskfire. Solely based on his looks so it was something harmless, but how could someone not? The deputy and handsome? Just needed to get the courage to talk to the large tomcat, and it seemed that was better said than done.

So, when the tom called out for those to join him in eating, Siennachirp hesitated a moment. Could he go up to the other and just sit down to eat? Was that something that easy? There had to be more to the situation because why would the deputy be so- casual? He, however, found himself getting up from his spot on the cold ground and drafty tunnel, and headed over towards Duskfire and gave a meek smile. He dipped his head low in respect and moved to settle across from the bengal with a soft squeaking noise in greeting. It sounded strained and harsh, but it was pretty clear. ​

✦ ★ ✦​

 

[moonrabbit.]

"Really? Devouring my kin right n'front of me?" She interjects, faux offense plastered on her features. All-inclusive is the furrow in her brow, the cartoonishly wide, astonished gape of her maw, before it all melts away into lazy eyes and a tired smile. Unceremoniously, she flops on the ground beside the other two warriors. She nearly makes a show of snatching the rabbit from Duskfire's grasp for the sake of a joke, but she could never really tell what would get on the nerve's of Sootstar's little clique. Weirdly enough, the Deputy was probably the least annoying of the bunch but... better safe than sorry.

Moonrabbit rolls her shoulders, lets out a yawn that ends up being way louder than she'd intended. "I've re-evaluated my morals. What's kin if you can't eat em'? Eeh..." she draws a paw across her face, one eye barely cracked open by a sliver. "Them oversized birds finally let ya' snatch up somethin' good?"​

 

[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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When a cat finally did begin to make their way over, to his surprise it was the brown and black figure of Siennachirp. He was a little surprised only because the other tomcat and him hadn't really made an effort to interact in the time that Dusk had been there, but he wasn't about to complain now. After all, it wasn't like he knew nothing about the other. They did live together, so it would have been hard not to notice them at all. On top of that, Siennachirp seemed to be a good friend of Sandwhisper, a shecat that Dusk ended up spending a lot of time with, to the point where he might as well consider her a friend. From what he'd observed, Sienna and Sand both seemed to have a penchant for mischief, though the blue eyed tomcat had never joined her in any of her forays against Dusk. He wondered why exactly that was, but as the other settled across from him with a squeak and shy smile, he figured it didn't really matter. Instead he would offer them a lazy halfsmile in return, nowhere near as meek but lacking the overall enthusiasm that Sand might have delivered it with. "Hope your hungry cuz I definitely can't finish this on my own." he chuckled, green eyes shifting away from the fluffy tomcat as another feline came into view.

The Deputy would chuckle at the shecats words, glad to see that Moonrabbit had a sense of humor. He didn't really know much about her, but he always found it easier to get along with cats who were able to relax once in a while and the fact that she seemed able to do that was definitely reassuring. Dusk was already shit at getting to know others, so anything that made the process easier as welcomed by him. "Well what do you know, I think I can see the resemblance." he replied after a moment, gaze shifting between the rabbit and the shecat in playful consideration. While he didn't often get the chance to show it, Dusk was far more easy-going than most cats had him pegged for. He just spent too much time working to actually socialize and show that side of him off. Throw into the mix the fact that he was expected to uphold Sootstars laws and support her in her decisions, and it wasn't difficult for cats to get the wrong impression of him. It was... complicated, was all. Sootstar had literally given him his life, had bestowed upon him a purpose that anchored him in an ocean of chaos. Whatever crazy shit she might do, she also did good as well, and he was grateful for what he had. Those who hadn't experienced her kindness or mercy though were far less likely to understand, and he knew there was no point in trying to change their minds.

As the shecat settled alongside him and Siennachirp, apparently re-evaluating her morals, Duskfire found himself grateful to them as well. Sootstar may have given him his life, but it was the Windclanners that made it something worth hanging onto, and even the small gestures like eating a meal with someone held more weight with Dusk then they probably should have. It was hard not to appreciate them though, when he'd spent his entire life beforehand without anything to compare them to.

"They let someone snatch something good- not me, though. I can catch everything from mice to squirrels, but Starclan forbid I cross paths with a rabbit." he replied before leaning down to take a bite. Try as he might, Duskfire had never been able to bag himself a hare out on the moors. He could snatch birds clean out of the air or run a squirrel up a tree, but he just couldn't seem to snag a rabbit- and it wasn't because he was slow either. Dusk could move when he needed to. They were just slippery little bastards with all those sharp turns.

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WINDCLAN DEPUTY - TOM - A LARGE COPPER-GOLD BENGAL WITH GREEN EYES​

 

[Siennachirp]

"And I have homework and shit I need to do"​

Deep auqa hues moved from the golden tomcat before him and towards that of Moonrabbit. The she-cat proclaiming something about eating her kin in front of her, and he couldn't help the little silent snicker. A paw to his nose and everything as if there was a sound to be had. Then she joined in with the two of them and those eyes moved back to Duskfire as he spoke, stating he could see the familiarity.

With Moonrabbit now questioning her morals about such a thing, Duskfire had answered her question about the hawks. They had become quite the problem recently and it made hunting and being outside in general be hard. The sepia mink watched Duskfire take a bite of the prey before tugging it over to himself for a bite, then passed it to the she-cat on his other side.

This was rather nice. Though it made the tomcat weary because he couldn't contribute to the conversation unless it was yes or no questions. A dark paw went to his throat as the piece of prey stuck slightly, and then breathed evenly as it went down. Siennachirp had been in a fire shortly before his run-in with Windclan, and his crying had cause him to inhale smoke- thus destroying his throat. So, he could talk if he really wanted too but it would be horrifically painful and be exhuasting to do, so he remained in a silent endeavor.

Siennahop cleared his throat for a moment before nudging Duskfire with a paw, gesturing to the sky with the other as if to ask about the hawks. He hadn't been there for the patrols, but he was curious about it nonetheless. ​

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[MALLOWLARK]

What fun- a lovely little gathering, with some familiar faces! His aunt, the deputy- a warrior, he thought, one ha had not run into much... and they were all talking! So quaint it was to find something so simple endearing, yet the little huddle... they chatted, kindness on their tongue, no bite or claw to their words. Humour helped- Moonrabbit was funny, so funny, and that opinion was made quite clear as a burst of laughter tore itself from his throat, loud enough to hear clearly despite the distance. In a grinning maw did the snow-painted tom grab his own meal- only something little, a mouse- and strode over, spring in his step.

"Oh, I've never caught a rabbit either!" A cheer in his voice, Mallowlark clearly found humour in the concept- Windclanners, moor-runners, unable to run after rabbits! It was worse for Duskfire, though- he was the deputy. The idea of him being on the same level hare-wise as Mallowlark was so funny that a chittering giggle shook his shoulders, unable to be stopped before it escaped between his fang-toothed smile. Wide, unblinking eyes snapped quick as lightning from the rabbit to Duskfire's face, back to the rabbit again. "I've always just-" Maintaining eye contact ceaslessly, the white tom leant to take a bite of his meal, its prey-blood smearing around the white fur of his maw. "... been the one that tracked'em. We're lucky they reek!" Another laugh- as if such a thing could be surprising.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​