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Post by gingerluna on Apr 14, 2019 12:13:24 GMT -6
Coalfur had never been good at socializing with his clanmates. More often than not, he hunted alone, sticking to the pine forests rather than spending his time racing on the moor. He was awful at catching rabbits, and he hated coming back to camp with nothing but a few mice to add to the fresh-kill pile. Now that it was warming up, Coalfur was spending more time out hunting, trying to see if he could find anything big enough to make him feel a little less worthless when he brought it into camp. He was on the scent of a squirrel when he was interrupted by a sound behind him, and he spun around in a panic, fur raised.
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Post by silentpaws on Apr 30, 2019 18:01:01 GMT -6
Since getting her warrior name and being as good as called out in the centre of camp for her ties across the borders, Briarpool had almost made her decision. Every day she felt further away from the Clan of her birth and drawn closer to the rivers. As part of that she'd been spending more and more time in the territory rather than in the camp, with the theory that immersing herself in her childhood home would either prove to her that she could never leave it or that it was her only choice. Maybe her Clanmates had noticed that she'd become more aloof. She didn't mind that; if anything it would mean they'd be less surprised when she did up and go.
She was used to spending her trips alone, especially when she was as far from camp as she was today. The pine forest wasn't exactly typical of RavenClan land but it was another place that she would lose if she moved to the marshes so was another place she wanted to say goodbye too, which was her plan for the morning along with possibly hunting if something crossed her path. When something did she was surprised to find it was another cat rather than potential prey. She didn't notice Coalfur until he whirled around at the sound of the twig she'd trodden on, and she couldn't help but laugh at the panic on his face. "Hi Coalfur," she greeted him cheerily, "I'm really sorry about that! I didn't think anyone would be out here." She wasn't unhappy that she'd found him; she would always appreciate the company of a friend no matter the circumstances.
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Post by gingerluna on Jun 16, 2019 10:51:20 GMT -6
Coalfur slumped in relief when he realized it was just Briarpool. “Oh. That was silly,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I just was uh, hunting.” He wondered if she would think him odd, and he shuffled his paws anxiously. “I’m pretty awful at catching rabbits.” Sometimes he wondered why he’d been made a warrior at all.
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Post by silentpaws on Jun 20, 2019 15:19:17 GMT -6
Briarpool shook her head. "No it's ok, you didn't know," she said, only feeling bad that she'd scared him rather than anything else. It kind of reminded her of her friend Morningpaw back in WillowClan, not that the other she-cat was technically her friend anymore. She was brought back to the present when Coalfur mentioned he was hunting, and she brightened as she said "Me too! We can work together if you want? I'm really bad at catching rabbits too so maybe we'll have more luck if we work together." Technically she hadn't been hunting but prey had been on her mind as she entered the forest, and maybe it would be nice for her to spend the day doing RavenClan things with a RavenClan friend while she still had the chance.
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Post by gingerluna on Jun 20, 2019 15:31:15 GMT -6
If they went hunting together, he'd disappoint her. But he was sick of catching mice on his own. He glanced up at her and nodded shyly, tail flicking behind him. He supposed it'd be better to hunt with someone who wasn't the greatest, either. Maybe he'd feel better about not doing so well. "I'm not so fast," he warned as they turned towards the moor. "We'll have to sneak up on it."
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 23, 2019 8:27:45 GMT -6
(want to drop?)
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Post by gingerluna on Sept 21, 2019 16:46:49 GMT -6
(let's drop this, it's been a while)
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