I'm a Lionness at Heart [Tagged]

[Skiv]

εℓιzαвεтн., Thread for Heronsong X Ivyheart

Ivyheart padded out of camp, she had freedom! With her only having one apprentice now the tabby warrior felt like she had all the time in the world. Though she needed a break, because her old friend that she grew apart from Honeyrain decided to start talking to her again. Ivyheart had changed so much since she first met the golden she-cat. Her old friends she didn't even talk to anymore. Because she discovered they weren't really her friends anymore. Plus she was always just jealous of Honeyrain because the toms swarmed around her like she was honey sticking to her like they were bees. She just narrowed her eyes and padded down the cliff into the flat meadows of Talonclan territory. She just shook out her tabby pelt and tasted the air. Her sense of smell right on point because she could smell a sparrow not that far off. Heading out the warrior just followed the scent her tabby pelt blending in with the grass around her.

The scent of the sparrow grew stronger she just then spotted it in the grass. Her green eyes narrowing on it. She was focused. Her paws moved forward with out a sound flattening her ears she unsheathed her claws. Placing a paw in front of her she prepared to jump. Because that was the best way to catch birds. She then just let out breath she move, the bird right on cue flew up into the air. Springing up Ivyheart reached up with her claws her body flying up. She caught it with both paws and she twisted in the air landing with the bird under her. She killed it with a quick snap of her jaw. 

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The rock face of the mountain had begun to get to hot for Heronsong's paws. It felt as though he was walking on fire and his long, black fur weighed him down more. Heronsong was dying in the greenleaf heat and wished for nothing more but to curl up in the cool of the cave he called home. As much as he didn't want to go leaping about the rocks of the mountain with the weight of his black fur boiling him, the clan still needed food in order to survive. However, he wouldn't risk his life by hunting in the hot, thin air of the mountain.

The walk down to the meadows was long, but worth it, for the grass proved to be cool and soothing to his rock torn paw pads. He was still hot, but that was just the curse of having the fur that he did. And it seemed that he wasn't the only one using the meadows at the base of the mountain for hunting grounds that day. He watched as a tabby warrior leaped to catch the bird she had been stalking, watching the use of powerful hind legs. Heronsong recognized her from camp, though he didn't recall her name.

"That was a good catch!" he called out as he padded up to the she-cat.

[Skiv]

Ivyheart started digging a small hole for her catch but thats when a voice made her jump. Fur standing on end her tail puffed out to the max. She was so into hunting she didn't even notice that someone else was there. She just glanced over she shoulder, fur still risen she just narrowed her green eyes. "Don't scare me like that!" She snapped slightly at him. She didn't mean it to be mean but she was quite frightened. Then she just relaxed slightly and let the fur slowly collapse on itself. So she just finished placing her sparrow into the small hole and covering it back up before fully turning on the cat that scared her. She just then smiled slightly at the black tom. She really didn't mind be complemented. She actually liked it and she just scanned over the tom trying to scrap up a name for him in her mind. She knew it, she just thought for a moment, so she decided to say this while she was still thinking. "Oh Thanks." Thats when his name popped up in her mind or what she thought it was. It would be embarrassing if she got it wrong but honest she was going to give it a shot. "You're Heronsong right?" She just tilted her head slight waiting for him to answer. Praying to Starclan that she just didn't make a fool out of herself.