Song Birds(twineheart)

[Lightningtrail]

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

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The air was crisp with leafbare, and the trees were leaf-less and dead-looking. Frostmaple could not help but miss the bright colors of leaf-fall, and the soft green hues of newleaf. She would even prefer the hot and humid greenleaf to the emptiness that filled the forest when it was cold. The birds were silent, and the leaves no longer danced in the wind as they used to. The she-cat curled her soft tail tighter around her feet as she sat on the edge of the clearing, A thin sparrow laid at the she-cat's feet. Frostmaple had not yet touched it. Frostmaple had taken this prey for it's lack of blood, and then she had laid it out as though it had only been asleep. Maybe this little sparrow would make up for the lack of song birds in the trees. but Frostmaple soon decided that this was not going to do anything but waste prey, so she brought it closer to her and took a modest bite of the animal before looking around the clearing again. 

the fear of falling apart

[Twineheart]

Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Decent
OOC: It's perfect^^
Words: 335

Liontuft also missed the warmer months of leaf-fall and greenleaf. but his reasons didn't include their beauty, not in the slightest. He missed being able to feel his extremities when he stood still outside of his nest for longer than a minute. His missed the abundance of prey greenleaf braught and the weight it lifted off the clan's shoulders. The worries it vanquished, Liontuft missed being able to relax without worrying his clan might starve. This is what had driven the tom out into the blistering cold that morning to hunt. His never ending need to provide for his clan, to keep them alive through leaf-bare. So now, trotting towards Frostmaple his tall scruffy orange pelt standing out against the drab winter forest behind him was Liontuft. Clutched in his jaws, a depressingly thin white rabbit that in the warmer months would of fed several cats, but now would barely support one. All in all, the day had been a frustrating one. For he had tracked this rabbit for ages before finally running it down, only to discover its pitiful state. Disappointed and frozen beneath his rather thin pelt, Liontuft had opted to head back to camp.

Passing by Frostmaple the lanky tom drops his kill off on top of the pitiful fresh kill pile, his serious leaf green gaze tired. Leafbare had only just begun and already he felt like it had been an eternity. His belly rumbling reminds him he hadn't eaten since the day before, so bending down he chooses a scrawny mouse from the pile. Knowing full well the pitiful creature wouldn't fill him he trods over and sits himself down beside Frostmaple. " I don't know about you." He says dropping his mouse down at his paws. " but I am ready for greenleaf to be back." He grumbles taking a bite of his stringy old mouse. His serious pale gaze flickering over Frostmaple briefly before going back to the mouse before him.

[Lightningtrail]

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

Frostmaple's gaze flicked to Liontuft as he approached, noticing the movement. Her fluffy tail raised in a friendly greeting, and she perked her ears as the tom came closer. It seemed that he had caught a white rabbit. It was rather scrawny, but Frostmaple knew very well how difficult it was to catch anything that had any sustenance. She had a lot of trouble even scenting something that could have been prey when she had attempted to go hunting earlier that day. And when she finally smelled something, she blew her attempt at catching it. Stupid crackling leaves...

The she-cat watched as the tom approached her, and was glad that someone was going to join her for a meal. She always hated eating alone, and usually sought out someone to sit with when no one came to her. but today, everyone seemed grumpy because of the weather, and she had decided to just let everyone be. She took a small bite of her sparrow, but tilted her head towards the tom to catch his words. She gave a slight twitch of her whiskers before replying. "I had just been thinking the same thing," She mewed with her usual cheer,"It feels as though leafbare has lasted many moons and I hope it is not too much longer before newleaf comes," but no smell of newleaf was on the air, and the birds were still absent. It was likely that it would be a while before newleaf came to SunsetClan. "I assume that the hunting was not too good?" She asked, flicking a feather from her muzzle with her paw.

the fear of falling apart

[Twineheart]

Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Good
OOC:
Words: 285

Liontuft's serious green eyes flicker over Frostmaple before he takes his first bite of mouse. His ears flickering up in order to hear her words as she commented upon his remark. Swallowing his bit of stringy old mouse, Liontuft lifts his head so he can watch the she-cat beside him. " I hope so too... for the clan's sake." He says looking around them, at the tired and hungry faces which were their clanmates. " I'm not sure how we'll fair much longer without a break from the freezing temperatures and lack of prey. " He adds flicking his scruffy white tail tip as he speaks in his firm raspy tone. Obvious worry in his voice and his eyes as he looks from her back down at his mouse. By this point he'd stopped tasting the mouse, and was just eating. His senses too busy being bombarded with cold to recognize the rather repulsive quality of the food he ate.
At Frostmaple's inquiry he shakes his skull solemnly. " Not in the slightest." he mews, thinking back to his hunt. " I tracked that rabbit for a good part of the day...." He adds his eyes dropping back to his mouse as he takes another bite. He wasn't proud of his pitifully average hunting skills, but they especially frusterated him during leafbare when his clan needed the prey. " I'll try again later I suppose..." he adds as he licks his lips a bit. " I think I'll try over by the mossy oak this time though. Maybe some mice will be lingering." His voice is somewhat hopeful as he finishes off his own mouse. Even though his belly still felt empty, and his mind tired.

[Lightningtrail]

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

Frostmaple nodded. She stared at bird, her eyes narrowed. She shouldn't have taken it. She should have let the nursery, or one of the elders have it. She should have taken a modest mouse like Liontuft instead of a bird. It didn't have much meat, but she could hardly get herself to eat when Liontuft kept talking about how difficult things were now that it was Leafbare. She didn't want to be 'that cat' who ate all of the food. She didn't want to be 'that she-cat' who looked like she could be carrying kits when the rest of the clan was thin or worse, starving. She turned away from the sparrow. She wasn't hungry anymore.

The she-cat looked at Liontuft as he replied. Frostmaple knew what it was like to track something from sunhigh to sunset. Her ears perked as he said that he would be trying later by the mossy oak. "Would you mind if I joined you? Well, whenever you go, I mean." She mewed, "It is just that I never seem to have much luck when I go alone," The she-cat explained with a small laugh.

the fear of falling apart

[Twineheart]

Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Decent
OOC: Sorry this is so late!
Words: 175

Liontuft's serious pale gaze cannot help but notice that Frostmaple was paying no attention to her sparrow. His belly wasn't nearly full enough and he couldn't help but wonder if she planned on eating the creature. He is however distracted from these thoughts at her words. His eyes roam to hers as she speaks, ears flickering. He nods automatically giving a small smile as she laughed. " I wouldn't mind at all." He says always grateful for any help he could get while hunting in leafbare.
Finally his hunger over takes his mind, and he flickers his tail to the forgotten sparrow. " Frostmaple are you going to finish that?" He inquires hoping he didn't seem piggish. but the small mouse he'd eaten had left his belly rumbling and she seemed indifferent to the bird. Couldn't let the prey go to waste either. Awaiting her response Liontuft, fluffs his fur some as a cold breeze causes him to shiver. Go away leaf-bare! he thought agitatedly.

[Lightningtrail]

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

((It's fine, you don't need to apologize. c:))

Frostmaple's whiskers twitched happily. "Maybe we will have better luck if we hunt together," She mewed happily. She gave an uncomfortable nod. "Oh, feel free to have it," She said, giving the sparrow a flick so that it rolled towards him. She sighed. "It just feels as though another cat could use the meat more than I. After all, I already ate some of a mouse today," She explained. The she-cat was unprepared for the cold breeze, and she tensed as the frigid air hit her. She fluffed up her fur and her tail gave an agitated flick. She hated Leafbare. Sure, her fur was nice and fluffy, but it did not seem to deter the wind from getting lodged under her pelt. She wrapped her long, fluffy tail around her front paws, hoping to preserve heat.

She sighed. "Do you know how much longer it is until Newleaf?" She asked. The she-cat glanced up at the sky. It felt like it had been ages since it had been bright blue and clear. Now it looked as though clouds blanketed the cold sky. She missed the bright sky. Another cold breeze ran into the she-cat, and she lowered her ears to keep the wind from blowing in them. The only thing on her mind was the incoming Newleaf and the currently dreadful Leafbare, and she hoped that she did not seem too boring to Liontuft.

She attempted to think of something else to discuss, but her thoughts were interrupted by a soft sound. It was faint, as though the only thing carrying it was the cold breeze, but it stuck out greatly against the ugly silence of Leafbare. Frostmaple nearly shot to her feet as she pricked her ears, hoping for the bird to sing again. She closed her eyes in concentration, but heard nothing. Suddenly, she realized how odd she must have seemed, and she quickly sat back down. She gave her chest an embarrassed lick as she turned to Liontuft. "Sorry, I just thought I heard a finch," She explained. "It has been a while since I have heard bird calls around here. I guess I was just surprised." The she-cat's eyes flicked to her toes, but she couldn't help but smile. If the finches were singing again, maybe it meant that Newleaf would come sooner than she thought. Then again, that could have just been wishful thinking. but it was never bad to hope for the best.

the fear of falling apart

[Twineheart]

Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Good


" Perhaps we will." He says his serious pale gaze showing a brief glimmer of hope as he looked at her. Then at her next words he gives a small smile. Feeling a little uncomfortable himself taking the prey, but she hadn't been eating it and there wasn't much left for someone else to have a decent meal. He watches as the bird rolls towards him when she flicks it, his eyes still on Frostmaple. " Well thanks." He says appreciation glimmering in his eyes briefly before he leans down to take a bite. It didn't take him long to finish off the skinny sparrow, his belly feeling a little better than before. It helped to clear his head and give him the energy he needed to face the cold.

Licking his lips Liontuft grooms a sparrow feather from his scruffy chest fur. His ears flickering to catch Frostmaple's words. " I'm not sure." He admits looking to the dull grey sky. His nose twitching some as he scents the air for signs of newleaf. but all he could smell was the left over sparrow scent still clinging to his nostrils. Licking his nose he shrugs his eyes shifting back to Frostmaple as she jumped. He blinks his eyes rapidly and tilts his skull with surprise. About to ask if she was alright she explains herself. " Oh it's alright." He says wondering if the finch was really around. He hadn't heard it but that didn't mean it wasn't around. " I'll take any sign that newleaf is coming." He adds, shifting his paws some as another breeze makes him uncomfortably cold.