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[Puddlesdog]

Trickle

Smokestorm stared outside, the windy day barely ruffled her fur. Although the day was crisp and welcoming, she was thinking over what information she had gathered. Her head on white paws, she continued to stare at the swaying trees. Focusing hard, she swept through her memories like the wind outside. Some had told her that she was honestly to peepy for them, and others told her that she was kind and generous. Filing out certain cats, she realized one cat was not sorted, Kinkblaze. Smokestorm had to know this cats perspective! Or else she might die of curiosity. The issue brought her to a sitting position, and from there to a standing pose. Green eyes staring at the lush fresh-kill pile, she knew the best way to catch the tom was to wait. 

Nodding firmly to herself, she walked out of the den. No certain prance was added to her step, for she didn't want to appear too cheery. With her casual appearance, she made her way to the prey-pile. Glancing left and right to check the area, she spotted no Kninkblaze in sight. Without a certain warrior, she would just have to sit here and wait. And that is what she sat down to do, wait for the warrior, Kinkblaze the warrior.

[Trickle]

Kinkblaze found himself in the clearing today, trying to soak up the last bits of the warming rays of the sun. Surely, with the leaves changing so rapidly and the night getting colder, there would not be much more warmth to bask in. Of course, what he was doing couldn't really be called basking. No he was just sitting in a sunny spot, looking around as cats moved in and out of their dens and through the camps entrance. His mostly white coat did little attract the heat, but it was enough to stop him from feeling the brisk breeze. The trees swayed, creaking and groaning unhappily. The warrior watched them briefly, stopping when he felt his stomach rumble unhappily.

His brown gaze flicked to the fresh-kill pile that was brimming with fat mice and squirrel. The birds were few and far between, seeing that they had already started to leave. He rose to his paws, stretching languidly, his muscles moving pleasantly under his pelt, before walking to the pile. Quickly, he snatched up a mouse and jogged it over to the elders den. The smell of the elders den was different and he didn't like it, but he hadn't hunted today and would feel justified if he gave the mouse to an elder before grabbing something of his own.

Another moment passed, and he reappeared. The curly furred cat adjusted his course back to the pile, noticing that a familiar face sitting near it. It was Smokestorm, he was yet to meet her formally but knew of her. In fact, that was the case for most cats in camp save for Sparkleap and Rowansky of whom he was close to. Kinkblaze scowled at himself, he had to change that. Anyways, he reached the pile and grabbed a fat squirrel, deciding that food was always a great conversation starter.

The tom settled next to her and set down the squirrel, "Care to share a meal with me? I'm hungry, but not this.." He gently prodded the large squirrel, "this hungry."

[Puddlesdog]

Trickle

Green eyes focused on the exterior of the camp, as they made the trip around the camp. The days had grown shorter, and the shadows longer. The crisp leaves that resembled the sun, pointed out the season of leaf-fall. but the chilling breeze suggested the oncoming of leaf-bare. That was the season of dread, where you became frail and weak, not to mention the surge of green-cough.

Smokestorm dreaded green cough. The thought made her loose track of her ovservations. The only thought was how many cats suffered, from either the deadly infection or from the memory of one lost to the condition. The thought made her on the brink of anger, but she wouldn't push herself that far, she couldn't. Trying to focus on finding the important cat, she heaved a sigh. Every now and then a warrior would bustle by, shouldering her away as they grabbed the prey, and then sped away. The poor prey was left half-eaten, forgotten. Hopefully she would be forever remembered by her clanmates, that would be a sign that her observations were appreciated.

Smokestorm's lithe forum jumped as a warrior spoke behind her. As she was facing forward, she had to turn her head to look at the other cat. but her luck was unbelievable! While she had been dreading the forgotten, Starclan had sent Kinkblaze to remind her of her mission. A smile grew upon her dark face and she responded. "Why of course! Thank you for the offer. I was going to grab some prey, but then you came along to assist me in choosing some nice prey." Her voice was evenly cheerful. She hoped there was no sarcassam in his sentence, for she has stumbled upon that before. "Take the first bite, please." She offered, her manners kicking in.



Sorry for late reply! My first one was deleted.

[Trickle]

The tom grinned, holding back a quiet chuckle as she jumped.  Clearly she was stuck deep in her mind somewhere if she didn't hear him approach. Perhaps her mind was wrapped up on the same thing everyone elses mind was wrapped up on.  The green cough that was bound to start spreading as the nights grew colder. Or maybe his pawsteps were lighter than he had first thought.  Either way, it offered slight amusement and relief when she replied to him with a genuinely cheery tone.  "Oh it's my pleasure." He mewed suavely, shifting to sit in a better position. A slight nod was sent her way as she offered up the first bite to him.  Usually, if he was sharing he would allow the she-cat to have the first bite.  but, this time around he was pretty hungry.  

After he crouched down to take a bite the squirrel, he let his gaze wonder for a moment.  The newly made warriors mind drifted to and fro as he looked at the cats that were shifting around.  No one had started coughing or wheezing yet.  Surely, it would come.  The thought made him realize something, "There probably won't be many more cats sharing food seeing that green cough will be coming around soon..." He stated warily.  Smokestorm hadn't shown any signs of the sickness he had seen before, so he assumed sharing with her would not hurt him in the least.  

OOC: Sorry for the late reply and the shortness of it, hopefuly its enough for you to work with ehe

[Puddlesdog]

Smokestorm smiled at the tom as he spoke, and half heartedly nodded. She was focused on an annoying crow that kept cawing. It was teasing her about how she couldn't control sickness! What a cruel animal, when she got the chance she would kill it. A frown came upon her face, what if the bird she killed was the wrong crow? Well, food for all! Her smile reapperaed, and she dismissed the problem.

Watching Kinkblaze take a bite, she bent down after him, swiftly biting a piece. It came with her, and she chewed thoughtfully. The squirrel probably didn't like the fact that two animals were eating it. but they had a different problem. "Yes, I wouldn't have noticed that unless it happened. The problem with green cough is that it causes so much misery, don't you agree?" She voiced her own problems while speaking. Misery always made it harder to understand others, because if she understood, she could help. She firmly agreed that talking to someone helped, but other cats, not so much. And that is where the problem of a forbidden relationship arose!

The sun already was hiding behind a whisp of cloud. When had its rays grown so weak? Her long fur was an asset, and she stared at Kinkblaze for the majority of the time. So far he was friendly, and kind. "You understand you are nicer then most cats." Smokestorm was agin talking about her problem to another cat. but she had to speak about her discoveries, or else they were lost. Now that was unacceptable.

Trickle, it's fine! XD

[Trickle]

The lean tom nodded as he took another bite, agreeing with what she had said about green cough.  Luckily, he had not lost a family member or someone close to green cough. Kinkblaze had a bad feeling about this season though, he hoped it was just a hunch that meant nothing.  He squandered the feeling and continued to chew on the particularly tough piece of meat he had gotten.  but, that wasn't enough to distract him from thinking about the growing threat of green cough.  It wasn't until Smokestorm spoke again that his mind was finally allowed to wonder to what she had just said.  

He was nicer than most cats?  He hadn't really thought about that.  The tom was aware that he was usually nice and he really didn't have any enemies that he could think of.  "I haven't really thought about that..." He mewed thoughtfully, swallowing the last bit of meat that had been caught in his teeth. "What makes you say that?" Kinkblaze was truly curious and he focused his attention on the she-cat next to him, settling his brown gaze on her.