Roger Rabbit [Snowfire] | DARKENED SKIES

Roger Rabbit [Snowfire] May 24, 2014 14:08:38 GMT -6

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Post by jaystrike on May 24, 2014 14:08:38 GMT -6

The thickly muscled gray form of a rather large tom could be seen, simply sprawled out on the warm moor earth. It was soft, but not muddy. The feeling of its comfortable warmth from the perfect temperatures of early Greenleaf was absolutely blissful for the cat. He purred and rolled onto his back, thick fur shifting with him and dancing in a gentle breeze that blew through the tall grasses in which he lazed.

Although monstrously massive in size, Jaystrike looked rather harmless in his current position. The thing was, he didn't quite care. He'd always been pretty gentle and caring anyway, and if something dangerous came along, he'd be able to protect himself and HillClan. Right now was his relaxation time. Lately, his deputy duties were wearing him out. For the past two weeks, the tom had been doing nothing but patrolling, organizing the camp, hunting, training clumsy new warriors, and helping new mentors get their lessons figured out. Not only had that storm of work been tossed at him, but he'd also been spending every free moment he could spare teaching his own apprentice, Crowpaw a few things. Ashenflight was a big help though, keeping he busy some of the time Jaystrike couldn't.

I'll have to thank him later...he's a big help with Crowpaw. Although, I'm not too sure he likes me? What's with that look he gets when he sees me? I wonder if I've offended him somehow.

Letting out a restless sigh, the stormy gray feline rested his heavy paws on his chest and closed his large green eyes. Ashenflight always got this certain pained look whenever Jaystrike was around. Of course he hadn't asked about it for fear of simply imagining it, but it bothered him that the silver warrior had that reaction to him. He prided himself in being on amiable terms with most all of his Clanmates, and even some of the cats outside it, so it really made him worry when he was treated distantly.

Perhaps if I spend more time with him and get to show him I'm not all that mean he won't dislike me as much...

The sound of pawsteps nearing him made Jaystrike's broad head lift from its place nestled in a particularly thick patch of grass and peaty earth. The scent of a Clanmate wreathed around him, making a warm grin replace the thoughtful frown on his lips. He rolled to his paws and kept low, hoping to catch the fellow HillClanner by surprise. So, he crept along a few whisker lengths before leaping powerfully from the long grasses and letting loose a roar that would be frightening if his pelt didn't flare up like a mane and choke him up when it went into his maw.

The deputy ended up landing next to the cat, spitting and coughing with a disgusted look on his features.

"That did not go as planned...my stupid mane wasn't supposed to try and kill me." he stated in a nearly childish tone.

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Roger Rabbit [Snowfire] May 24, 2014 20:09:17 GMT -6

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Post by snowfire on May 24, 2014 20:09:17 GMT -6

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why must I fret so. there was slight disturbance in the flurry of fur by the leader's nest. where silvery and white and ginger all mixed together seemed to whether and draw different conclusions. here the ginger and white tom lifted himself from the clearly sleeping form of a companion he had gained before moving out into the open wilderness of the day. early green leaf was upon them, and for the feline of over thirty moons, he moved with such an unease that it burned in the depth of his stomach.

there would of been a time where he had left his brother in charge of the camp; but since announcing his deputy, the tom had grown fond of calling on his deputy to take charge, to see if the tom could handle the stress of not only a deputy position of power but the ability to train a young apprentice. so as he stood over the patch where the warriors slept; noticing none held the massive tom, he sought his brother's company to mention to watch out for the camp. I will be back soon. and no geckocall I will not rush to help ailing kits. nightpaw is enough for me. he had meowed before leaving the camp with such a hurry that he didn't catch the young black apprentice looking after him with an expatiation.

he would move with grace through the clan's territory as his head was held high, eerie green eyes bright and excited for a moment as the realization that he was finally alone washed over him. from his days spent with his companion, silverfang to those nights where he would wake in a start and fright, he had been clouded and hounded by clan mates, namely his family and since his tumble outside their territory and smoke's treatment, his uncle, hill had ordered him to rest and let his deputy do his duties. but the young feline was never content with sitting on the side lines when the world was at peace.

even now his paw hurt, cobwebs still wrapped neatly around his paw to keep the infection that threaten to plunder it from doing just that. so with each step to strength himself, he felt a pain shoot up his leg, eyes narrowing as he threaten to yowl out in pain. it was one reason why his paw step were not gentle and quiet, but heavy and slightly clumsier. with in reason, it would serve a good excuse when suddenly the shifting of something from behind him sought him to turn harshly on his paws, wounded paw shooting pain straight up his leg into his chest, before he spotted the cat that's roar echoed around him.

that did not go as planned... my stupid mane wasn't supposed to try and kill me. his whiskers twitched, pain carefully concealed on his face as he turned to spot that it was in fact his deputy that had just attempted to scare, or attack him. it was amusement that lit up his eyes, but from his cool look upon his face he wasn't quite content with his deputy's actions. "jaystrike." he wheezed slightly, shaking his head to clear it from pain, but also from the fright that the deputy had thrown into him.