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Post by sloth on Feb 18, 2020 14:29:11 GMT -5
Tangledthorn 202 words OPEN! Tangledthorn stretched out his long front legs and dug his claws into the dry sand beneath him. The sun would be rising soon and most Nightwalkers were already settling beneath what little cover was available from the surrounding shrubs. They’d set up in a feeble cluster of palm shrubs and cacti with hardly much cover for the clan. Luckily the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers could share the same den due to their routines but many were still left out in the sand with no cover.
With the sun tickling the horizon he should have been ready for sleep but Tangledthorn felt compelled to see the night through. It would likely mean he’d be left with no room in the den but just thinking of crawling into a shrub filled to the brim with other cats gave him pause. Perhaps sleeping out in the sand wouldn’t be so bad for one day; though it was likely he wouldn’t sleep with the Daywalkers going on patrols and the sun blaring down on him. Perhaps doing a final dawn patrol would work him to exhaustion.
Tangledthorn gazed at the den and then towards the direction of some mouse tunnels he’d seen nearby; teetering on a decision. Wearing masks and kicking ass
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2020 13:38:51 GMT -5
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Rubbleroot was stretching out her limbs as she got up for the morning. There was commotion around the camp as the Nightwalkers settled down for the day and the Daywalkers emerged ready to tackle the territory in the sunlight. Rubbleroot herself was just getting ready to go, it was common for a Nightwalker to take the spot she had settled down in previously, but most crowded from the really shady spots knowing that would be the only way to get a good rest when the sun was high overhead. The one thing Rubbleroot enjoyed about the Duneclan life was the constant movement in camp. No matter what time of day someone was doing their job for the clan and now it would have to be her turn. It was fair to say the reddish brown she-cat knew all her clanmates by name but she knew the Daywalkers on a much personal level than the Nightwalkers as she was instructed as a kit from her mother. "Leave the Nightwalkers be when the light is out. That is so we can rest peacefully during the night knowing that they are awake to protect us from the dangers of the desert." She made her way out, it was still dark as Dawn would happen soon. The previous day she took a Daywalker trainee with her on the patrol, usually she would stick around camp to offer her teaching for the trainees but today at this moment she felt like being productive. Plus she was confident that other warriors would take some out for the day. She headed towards the edge of camp, wondering what to do for the day then. The suns rays were just appearing in the distance and she knew that if any good hunting were to be done it needed to happen before the sun was high and all the prey was hiding in the ground or the shadows. Digging her claws in the red dirt she came along a Nightwalker who seemed to be on the edge of a decision. Tangledthorn was the name he tom was jet black like most of the Nightwalkers, but and compared to Rubbleroot herself he seemed much leaner. It wasn't every day that a Nightwalker would still be up at this time most of them were already settled down back at the den. Rubbleroot approached the Nightwalker as he was looking towards some mouse tunnels in the distance. She spoke, "All the shady spots are taken." Pointing out the somewhat obvious but she really tended to be quite analytical. "If your paws are itching to do something more before resting for the day, I was just gonna head out before the sun was too high." Rubbleroot extended an invitation to the the Nightwalker to join her out on the hunt.
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Post by sloth on Feb 21, 2020 9:10:24 GMT -5
Tangledthorn 316 words @skiv ! Tangledthorn was caught midthought by a rather warm greeting from a Daywalker molly. He searched his mind for the she-cats name; she was slightly familiar but his tendency for avoidance didn’t help his mental search. Something about the pattern of red streaks across her forehead jogged his memory though, a time when the two were Trainees in passing. ’Rubbleroot,’ he thought in satisfaction. She seemed the outgoing type, no surprise given the role she played for the clan.
Her first comment had Tangledthorn turning his head to scan the small camp. She’d been correct of course, any hopes at finding a cool place to sleep were squashed with his clanmates eagerness to take up any suitable place for sleeping. If that was the case, he might as well stay up a bit longer to tire himself out before a restless days sleep.
He was a little caught off guard by her offer to have him join in on an early morning hunt and he turned to look at Rubbleroot expectantly. He was waiting for her to say she was joking, maybe it was just to tease him before she went off for the day. Their kind did not hunt together; well normally they didn't at least. They were on the move though and every mouth went hungry if they didn’t hunt along the way. What would his family say though if he was seen with a Daywalker? But they were all sleeping and the urge to go on one last patrol was strong.
”Where exactly do you plan on hunting?” His question was tinted with strain in his voice, he was curious but he still hadn’t decided if the good outweighed the bad in this decision. ”How long do you plan on hunting? I’d like to get some sleep but you’re right when you guessed I need a little more to do with my paws beforehand.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2020 19:20:29 GMT -5
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Rubbleroot took in the silence of the Nightwalker, she hadn't talked to one for this long before it was interesting and new. He seemed to be taking in her words of mentioning the den with an indifferent glance at the den once more. She was a bit nervous Daywalkers and Nightwalkers barely talked to eachother hopefully Tangledthorn didn't ignore her completely. The only time that the Daywalkers and Nightwalkers seemed to mingle was when they were migrating from one camp to another. Even then she liked to stick to the front of the group. But with the sandstorms lately and everything they needed all the prey they could get. Tangledthorn seemed nice enough, hopefully he would not take the invite too harshly. When she offered it seemed that he took the offer by surprise more than anything, Rubbleroot herself was surprised she even offered. Well at least from the look on his face he was weighing on the options. They could probably learn from each other even though Rubleroot knew the rules and that this was very taboo she already extended a paw to the warrior and she knew now she couldn't back out. That would be worse than being seen leaving the temporary came with the Nightwalker. Hopefully they came back with more prey so her other Daywalkers wouldn't be suspicious, what would her sister say to that, well Rubbleroot knew that her sister was a bit more outgoing and the fact that this Nightwalker was also male would make her sister squeal with delight that Rubbleroot was being rebellious for once in her life. Though Rubbleroot was only thinking of the clan and what was needed at this moment in time. Food. They needed food more than anything. The sound of the Nightwalker's voice brought Rubbleroot back to the present. His voice was strained as he spoke clearly trying to figure out what Rubbleroot was thinking. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding her mind had been swirling with so many thoughts about how weird this was she almost forgot what she had asked in the first place. "Uh," she paused for a moment unsure what to say then flicked her tail in the direction of the mouse tunnels the Nightwalker was looking at before. "Over there, mice like to come out when its cool, they will be too deep underground by sunrise." She flicked her tail and turned her yellow gaze back on the black tom. "As for coming back in you can leave whenever you wish, I will most likely come back in right when the sun is high but as a Nightwalker I figure you can find your way back to camp even with a little sun on your back." Rubbleroot tried to play it off as cool and shrugged. She paused looking at the tom giving him a few moments before saying "So whats it going to be?" She asked ready to get out and hunt for the day. Tags: sloth Notes: Loving my new baby Rubble <3
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Post by sloth on Mar 7, 2020 10:43:53 GMT -5
T A N G L E D T H O R N 441 words @skiv To Tangledthorn, Rubbleroot almost seemed too loud and eager for his taste. He was used to the calm quiet of other Nightwalker's presence and while most would find her bright eyed cheerfulness off-putting he found it quite.. refreshing. In his younger moons he'd always felt a hint of jealousy in the Daywalker's lives, they could be bright and free to stretch their legs and boast about anything with enthusiasm; things that a good Nightwalker would shy away from. At night you had to be agile and silent if you wanted to finish a successful hunt. Blending in with your surroundings was required if you wanted acceptance and so Tangledthorn tried his best to ignore the moments of sheer energy that would overcoming him; urging him to just run for miles simply because he could. But the tom had responsibilities; expectations that he would not ignore simply for a moment of delightful impulsiveness. At least here and now the impulsiveness he felt to go off on a hunt with Rubbleroot could be justified; they needed food if they were going to survive this journey.
So with his mind made up Tangledthorn turned to the Daywalker molly and nodded his acceptance. "Yes I've heard the mice are a bit foolish around dawn and dusk, their empty bellies will hopefully fill ours soon enough," Tangledthorn voiced his thoughts with a slight smile before moving towards the intended hunting ground.
He didn't wait to see if Rubbleroot followed him and in all honesty he was waiting for a moment where one of them would simply walk off, realizing the foolishness of their endeavor together. Would it be wise for them to talk to one another while they hunted? It was odd if they didn't but taboo if they did. Tangledthorn was at a bit of a loss and decided to let Rubbleroot make the first move in conversation if that's where this momentary companionship was leading. He would be happy to simply hunt in silence; it was what he was used to and certainly would be more comfortable for him in the long run. He could deny any kind of questions regarding this moment should someone ask him; deny there was anything more than survival on his mind on this hunt. It would be a lie of course. He was drawn to the fire of the Daywalkers and if he wasn't careful he'd be burned by them. Still, he was tantalized by the leaping flame that walked beside him. And so Tangledthorn waited in anticipated silence to see if Rubbleroot would say anything to him or give him the cold shoulder he was begrudgingly giving her. Wearing masks and kicking ass
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2020 12:08:58 GMT -5
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Rubbleroot waited for what seemed like forever, it was like he was still deciding on weither this was a good idea. His thoughts were silent, and she wondered if every Nightwalker was quiet. She figured probably because they roamed at night, but there must be a lot of activity at night, there were probably other animals that took advantage of the cool temperatures. Thats when she finally got a nod from him and his acceptance to her hunting request and she almost wanted to bolt out of camp it was already odd that they were hunting together the need to leave camp before too many noticed. She started moving as soon as Tangledthorn was finished, she didn't even notice that the Nightwalker had given her a slight smile. It seemed that he had the same idea cause they were on the move, Rubbleroot was ready to get her paws on the sand. She was glad she had large paws it made moving on the sand easier than some other cats. Easily navigating the way it was odd too see the black shape out of the corner of her eye, she was used to other cats that blended into the rock and sand. Now that they were on the move she almost regretted asking him to join her, this was so odd. Thats all she could think about, she hoped that Applewater wouldn't be to angry at her for hunting with the Nightwalker even though it was her idea. Tangledthorn wasn't saying anything, maybe he wanted to be in silence. Usually the daywalkers were more talkative though she wasn't a talker herself she rather listen to the conversation around her and chime in when she felt it was necessary. It was almost a nice change of pace she could just focus on the hunt, though she wanted to know more of the Nightwalker lifestyle but she didn't know what to say so she just stayed silent as they made their trip to the mouse dens.
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Post by sloth on Mar 21, 2020 13:19:26 GMT -5
T A N G L E D T H O R N 309 words @skiv The short trip to the mouse dens was quiet. Tangledthorn didn't mind the peace between him and Rubbleroot, even if it was an uneasy one. He'd always been taught stealth and silence was more within the Nightwalker's nature than their daytime counterparts and he wondered if having his dark form beside her made Rubbleroot uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable with this particular situation and he had to remind himself he'd placed himself within it, no one had forced him to say yes to this strange hunting excursion. At least his discomfort came more from a sense of unfamiliarity to the newness of the situation as opposed to Rubbleroot herself. She seemed.. nice; but who was he to tell?
So they walked in silence for some time; Rubbleroot walked with an easy and assured gait while he slid along just a step or two behind her. His small paws worked a bit harder at keeping himself from sinking beneath the sand's surface; luckily he'd had moons of practice adjusting with his long legs and he'd grown used to where and how he should place his steps. Of course Tangledthorn was more attuned to fighting than hunting, he was praying to the Gods that today would be a bit different. He wasn't sure why; but he guessed the drive to show Rubbleroot he was worth risking a scolding drove his determination to come home with at least a few mice between his teeth.
"Do you hunt often in the dawn?" He asked idly before he realized the question had formed. It's just.. if she did hunt often around this time it was odd he hadn't run into her before now. They were nearing the tunnels now and Tangledthorn tried to focus on the shifting of sand or the squeaks of mice nearby, his tall ears twitching with interest, though one still pointed towards Rubbleroot; hoping and yet wondering if she'd bother to answer. Wearing masks and kicking ass
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2020 14:36:48 GMT -5
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Rubbleroot was a few steps in front of Tangledthorn her large paws helping with traveling in the soft sand. Though maybe thats just how Nightwalkers were, they slinked around like a snake trying to stay undetected from others. Rubbleroot knew that the Daywalkers were more bold and straight forward but she was learning a little on how the other cat navigated the landscape. Though they both stayed silent as they approached the mouse dens, she stopped a few paces away watching the sand ever so slightly to figure out which way the air was moving. Sand was light and seemed to move with any sort of air moment. Thats when Tangledthorn finally spoke. She glanced over at him and he seemed to be focused on the small whole and the sand as well. They were both in hunting mode but Rubbleroot noticed that one of his ears was focused in her direction clearly he was curious about her answer. So she would answer, it was only the respectful thing to do after all. "Dawn or Dusk is the best time as the temperatures are cooler so the sand doesn't burn your paws. Most prey come out then too as to avoid the burning sun. Though sometimes you can find something lurking in the shade of plants." Rubbleroot rambled off her explanation with ease. She was used to a question like that coming from the trainees. She moved slightly to the right were there was a better spot for her to blend in with the surroundings. She was focused back on the sand once more her ears perked listening for the movement of mice. "Whats it like hunting at night?" She asked curiously, it must be a lot different than now, there was probably more noises and you needed to rely on your smell and hearing more than the eyes. She didn't know what Tangledthorn would come up with but hey a question for a question. Tags: sloth Notes: Sorry for the long wait I had a little bit of a rough time with muse for Rubble
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