A Day to Relax (Mid)

[Icestorm]

Maplebreeze stretched his orange tabby self out on a large rock he had managed to find. He should be working, he knew that but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hide for a bit. So long as Pebblestar or Briarclaw didn’t find him he saw no problem. After all those two she-cats were the only ones that put the fear of Starclan in him. If it were Briarclaw though he might be able to joke his way out of it. Being good friends with the deputy helped a little bit. The warrior pushed the thought of the two she-cats out of his head, he was trying to escape, and thinking about them wasn’t much of an escape.

The tom looked rolled back to his stomach giving a large yawn. A day to relax was just what he needed.

Midnight

[Midnight]

Briarclaw had been hunting. She'd managed to get two birds, bring them back to camp, set up the sunhigh patrols, then headed back out for more hunting. Lately, she'd had a difficult time being around her Clanmates. Stressed and exhausted, Briarclaw felt it was better to separate herself from her peers in order to keep morale and good spirits up. On this outing, Briarclaw had successfully caught a single bird. Hunting was going well.

A ginger pelt was sticking out like a sore thumb on a dark brown rock. Briarclaw's ears perked curiously, her tail lashing back and forth. Who was this cat, and why did they think that lying around when there was work to be done was acceptable behavior? Might someone be trying their apprentice improperly, or was that a warrior slacking off? Boy, did Briarclaw have a few words to say to this cat.

The tortoiseshell feline set the small bird she'd caught, bolted forward, crouching and sneaking when she neared the cat, who was definitely a warrior. Flattening her ears, Briarclaw crept up to the rock, leaping atop it and yowling.

Only then did she realize that she'd just yowled at her best friend.

[Icestorm]

Maplebreeze took in a deep breath enjoying the warmth from the sun. It was a perfect day. Until he heard the yowl. The orange warrior shot straight up, his heart beating rapidly, and his fur sticking up from the surprise. His eyes scanning the area, when they finally landed on Briarclaw his muscles relaxed, slightly.

"For Starclan's sake Briarclaw you nearly scared me to death," he brought his front paw to his chest while he made a mocking hurt face, "That wasn't your plan was it? To get read of me?" He stretched back out on his rock trying to relax some more. Hoping his calming nature would rub off on to her. She looked tense to him again. Always so tense. She needed to relax more, he looked her over again, way more.