So You're Cedarfoot? (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: ℓυиαя [Cedarfoot] 

OOC: I'm sorry ;-; I didn't see your post on the other thread until I checked my recently made threads. So here's the Lakepounce and Cedarfoot thread! Takes place after Thrushstar has dismissed them. 

Lakepounce stood next to Cedarfoot, trying not to feel awkward. She knew Thrushstar meant well, but this tom just looked uncomfortable and frustrated. Moving forward, she reached out with her tail in an attempt to touch Cedarfoot's shoulder, she smiled gently. "So you're Cedarfoot. Nice to meet you," she said, forcing herself to make conversation. It was going a lot harder than she'd expected; normally, she didn't have trouble making friends. but this tom was being extremely uptight about things, from what she'd heard from the leader. "Well... er, want to go hunting? We could shake off some of those nerves and stress," she continued, trying to sound friendly. 

Who spat in his fresh-kill?

[ℓυиαя]

"So you're Cedarfoot. Nice to meet you."

Long legs strode from Thrushstars den, carrying him around the fresh kill pile and towards the camps entrance. A run, that's what he would do, out in the now barren fields of Whisperclan, where his worries and sadness barely clung to him. Where he finally, after all this time, felt a glimmer of freedom, and possibly, if he stretched it, happiness. When the female voice piped up beside him, green eyes darted to her face from where they had been tethered straight ahead. An ear flicked in acknowledgement as he was reminded once again of the reason she were here.

Because his leader felt sorry for him.

A thin tail whipped through the slight breeze surrounding them.

"Well... er, want to go hunting? We could shake off some of those nerves and stress," 

He didn't know why, but he had expected her to turn tail and leave after they had left Thrushstar so when she continued, he almost double took. Was she really determined to see this through? Were they not on the same page? He had imagined that they would go their separate ways. He would do his own thing as usual and she wouldn't have to deal with him, which he could only imagine was difficult. Paws slowed as he realized she was following him and he turned to look at her properly as he passed through the entrance of camp. "Why are you doing this? I don't need your or Thrushstar's concern but thank you, Lakepounce." A pause and his feet continued onward, carrying the dark tabby further out into the territory.

Hunting.

When had he last done that? Easy, the last day.

When had it been with someone else? Not in a moon at least. Border patrols were fine, hunting - he preferred to be alone.

Now, someone was asking him, making an effort and he was just going to shut them down? He wanted to yes, but that was rarely his style. Deep down, behind the fog of hurt and regrets, he didn't want to hurt others. Plus, the fresh kill pile was dwindling, growing less and he was able to hunt. To turn this down because of his own selfish reasons would be to hurt his clan. Duskpaw might go hungry.

And it was not what Cherrypaw would have wanted.

"Sure.." he agreed after a while, speeding up the pace. "but its for the clan, not for me."

[Lionhearted]

ℓυиαя [Cedarfoot]

OOC: Sorry for the delay!

"I'm not doing this because of Thrushstar," Lakepounce retorted as she followed him. "I'm doing this of my own interest. I was just talking to him, and he suggested that I go to you to try to get you to cheer up. So I did. I could've refused, you know. Like he said, you make your own decisions. You only listen to the Clan leader and obey him because you chose to. And you chose to obey him because you also chose to obey the warrior code. Nothing else but you says that you have to do anything.

"Quiet!" she hissed, freezing. "I smell a mouse. Want to take it, Cedarfoot?"

[ℓυиαя]

Did you lose what wont return?

Did you love but never learn?

"I'm not doing this because of Thrushstar."

The dark tom tried not to roll his eyes but rather kept his face in the usual passive expression.

The fires out but it still burns

And no one cares, theres no one there

Somewhere in the background her feminine voice continued on as he paw steps evolved softly beside his own. Of course she were probably saying all the right things carefully sculpted for Thrushstars intentions. Nobody came up and wanted to spend time with him, mainly because he kept himself a part.

Mainly because nobody came close to the light she had shone.

He didn't seem to be paying attention to her and in fact, he wasn't really - lost in his own world where he could retreat to the precious memories he carried gently, as if scared they would break. It was only when she froze beside him that the hunter raced ahead of the pining romantic and his paws stopped, ears swivelling forward towards her whispered warning.

"Want to take it Cedarfoot?"

Could this turn into any more of a pity party? He may be antisocial but he could hunt perfectly fine. Then again, he had been too in his own thoughts to notice the mouse first.

An ear flicked in an annoyed fashion but he wasn't about to argue like a new born kit over the matter - especially with food in the clans so scarce. Dropping to a low crouch, Cedarfoot smelt out the mouse, turning slowly until it lay right in front of him, half buried under the icy foliage. Ears trained foward, the slender tom crept forward, avoiding a littering of twigs, and at the last minute, pouncing and feeling the small body stiffen under sharp claws, heavy paws. Killing it with a swift bite to the neck, Cedarfoot felt the metallic tang of blood pierce his tongue as he straightened and scraped some snow over the still warm body. Flicking his tail in her general direction, the tom moved over briskly through the underbush.

"You're on the next one."

Did you see the sparks feel the hope? You are not alone

'Cause someones out there, sending out flares

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: ℓυиαя [Cedarfoot]

OOC: Aghh sorry D: I'm so late on replies!

"Okay." Then, Lakepounce realized that Cedarfoot had disappeared already. Heaving a sigh, she followed him grudgingly. This was harder than she'd thought. How was she going to get him to talk if he kept running away? I accept the challenge, Thrushstar. And Cedarfoot. "Wait up!" she puffed, catching up. A scent wafted towards her, and she pricked her ears, smelling the familiar smell of a rabbit. Creeping in the direction of the scent, she spotted the brown animal a distance away. Bunching her muscles, she streaked towards it and lunged, landing squarely on the rabbit and killing it with a quick bite. "I got one," she declared, carrying it back. "See? Now, I think it's your turn! What do you want to do after this?"