Shade|bored|Claw[Open]

[wild]

A pollination coming from the west,
And in a flash we will invade your nest

The camp was shady and dry, and Shadeclaw was bored. He sighed and narrowed his eyes, watching the camp business around him. Every breath required labor, the dry air hurting the dark cats lungs and stinging his nostrils. He growled, making his discomfort obvious. It was too dry and brittle to exert energy. Shadeclaw glared at the small fresh-kill pile. Frankly, it was pitiful, this of course angering the tom. He was too tired and sore to do any hunting, much as he hated just sitting here. Shadeclaw did not want to admit that he was just being lazy, which was not usual of him. Usually he could found out hunting or practicing fighting against a branch. He had no apprentice to train with and the other Clans seemed pretty quiet, so he had to use an alternative. Shadeclaw was in the mood for fighting, but as he looked around the lazy camp, he knew that no one would really want to fight in this kind of weather. He couldn't blame them. So Shadeclaw just spread his limbs out, rested his head on the ground and waited for some cat to approach him, the bored expression never leaving his face.

Supply of honey flowing bottomless
Play by our rules or you'll be powerless

lyrics; Worker Bees - Billy Talent
ooc; Ridiculously short but it's all I could come up with

[Puddyluff]

Pebbleclaw stretched and yawned, thinking about things to do. Maybe he could just take a walk. But he was hungry, so decided to get a place to eat. Pebbleclaw looked around to find a good spot, right next to Shadeclaw. He wasn't really going to talk to him. The only reason he was going there was because he wanted to eat in a good spot. His amber eyes gleamed in the light, and he went strait to the fresh kill pile, chose the closest, juiciest looking mouse in the pile, and clawed that one out. After he spotted his meal, he went to where Shadeclaw was, and sat down to eat.

The mouse really looked juicy, and it was hard for him not to drool. He took a big bite out of it, and grinned at the fascinating taste of the mouse. This made him into the best mood, so he asked Shadeclaw, "You wanna share, 'Shadeclaw?" he couldn't believe he actually said that, but it was already done.

[cazzy]

Small white paws danced their way into camp. Not a very noticeable happening, except for the animal in the she-cat's mouth. A mouse swung from her jaws and a grin grew behind it. She was proud of herself, due to the fact that she was not the greatest hunter. Actually she was some what pathetic at hunting. But that was beside the point, she thought angrily. StarClan had been with her today.

Whitetail slowed, entering the middle of camp. Altering her course ever so slightly, so that she was now heading for the Fresh Kill pile. Dropping her mouse, when she got there, Whitetail sighed. Taking one step back she gazed hard at the prey. It was growing smaller by the day and those days were getting colder. Even her, brilliant, catch didn't do a whole lot. Yet, that wouldn't have stopped her from grabbing something. The she-cat just wasn't hungry. Well, that only meant some other cat was going to eat.

The young warrior shook, turning away from the mound of prey. She let her green gaze take in camp, quickly. It was boring at best. Nothing seemed to be happening. Snapping her head down something caught her eye. Halting the she-cat scanned for the movement. Ah, there! It had been Pebbleclaw. Whitetail frowned, she hardly knew the tom or Shadeclaw, the warrior he was sitting with. She had never felt the need. Not until now, the warrior thought realizing she was going to talk to them in a desperate attempt for a good conversation.

Her skinny legs took her to the two warriors in no time and she settle down easily. Turning her head so that she could look at the older toms, Whitetail smiled.
"You two don't mind if I join you, right?"

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[wild]

Shadeclaw watched the other tom as he dug his mug into the little fresh-kill pile. He glared at him as he approached. If thought that he was going to ask Shadeclaw to move, he was very badly mistaken. Shadeclaw would never move. He was here first. He raised his head and continued to glare at the other tom, narrowing his amber eyes. His eyes followed Pebbleclaw until he sat down right next to him. His stomach growled when he looked at the big fat mouse. He wondered how it was possible to find such a good mouse with this dry and cold weather. The warrior that caught that must have been lucky, for even Shadeclaw was having a bit of trouble with hunting lately. He snorted when Pebbleclaw asked to share. “Is that it?” he growled, mostly to himself, not bothering to disguise his grumpiness. “Fine.” He stalked up to the food and Pebbleclaw, and took a few bites. His annoyance was made worse by the approaching she-cat. Join them? Shadeclaw wanted an argument or fight, not small talk. “Might as well,” he growled bitterly. He glared at both of the warriors that joined him. Talking would not help his boredom, but it’s not like there was anything else to do, so Shadeclaw decided to just grit his teeth and bare it. He waited for the others to start talking. He did not like starting conversations, nevermind petty talk.

[Puddyluff]

Pebbleclaw received Shadeclaw's glare and snorted. If this cat wasn't going to be nice to him, he wasn't going to be nice either. On the other hand, Whitetail seemed to be giving some respect about how she meowed. "Well, I don't mind, but I don't know if that cat does." he gave a little accent on the last few words, and he tried to make Whitetail realize that he had been talking about Shadeclaw. He never really wanted to be mean, but he wasn't going to be nice, unless Shadeclaw was nice to him first. If a cat ever dared to mess with him, then they better watch out. Pebbleclaw took a few bites from his mouse and mumbled, "Or if he doesn't like it, we can settle down anywhere else." But in his mind, he was thinking, What in the world am I talking about? Why am I being so nice to this she-cat?
Pebbleclaw was surprised at his kindness. He backed away, and shook his head to get back to his own, real, personality.

[Slug]

A large, silver-white tom stalked his way through the camp entrance, pushing passed the brambles with eerie ease, then slinking towards the fresh-kill pile, two rabbits dangling from his mouth. It was pure luck that the FogClanner had managed to catch any prey, let alone two rabbits, though admittedly small they were. He was not one to hunt, lacking great skill in that area. However, it seemed that StarClan had looked upon him this day, the rabbits practically hopping into his fatal hold.

But Stonetail, despite the strange luck he had been having since morning, was not pleased. Not at all. He knew, somehow, that StarClan was mocking him for his horrible hunting skills. It was obvious that those rabbits had been signs. There was ]no way someone like him could have caught two rabbits without help. Was StarClan saying he wasn't good enough to hunt on his own?

Probably.

Adding his catch of the day to the fresh kill pile, Stonetail grimaced at it, disgusted with it's small amount and lack of dead prey. A flame began to burn within him, anger creeping up on him-- quickly, without looking, Stonetail lashed his tail once, warding off the imaginary foe behind him. With that done, the warrior twisted on his heel, almost twirling, his short fur ruffling into oddly pleasant looking miniature spikes, ears swiveling backwards as the tom caught three warriors-- warriors!-- lounging about. Of all the--!

Without a word, the warrior strided over to them, each, powerful pawstep purposeful, yet smooth, the FogClanner almost seeming to glide over to the trio. The anger was growing, the annoyance flooding his veins like a persistent illness. But it did nothing to slow Stonetail down, and within a mere few seconds, he was standing before the two toms and lone she-cat.

He stared at them silently for a moment, eying each of them, almost analyzing. Stonetail decided to leave Whitetail alone-- he had seen her come in with a mouse, though no matter how pathetic her catch had been, he had barely done any better, and was pleased enough that the she-cat had gone hunting. But the other two...

"You to have not hunted, have you." It had been a statement, not a question. Stonetail then frowned, not giving the two a chance to speak as he added "Though I am not deputy, I simply request that you at least try to do something today, Shadeclaw and Pebbleclaw." Once again, Stonetail quickly added "Again, this is just a request. Feel free to ignore it." The tom said dryly, settling down in front of the three with a hrrm.

Immediately, Stonetail regretted it, his muscles screaming at him for ceasing his movement, demanding for more exercise in the dry and brittle weather.

Giving a slight hiss, the silver-white warrior stood up quickly, shaking himself. His body felt so sore, aching practically everywhere-- it bothered him greatly. He needed to do something. Anything. Something to keep his blood pumping...

An idea popped into the tom's head.

"Are any of you interested in... a spar?"

[cazzy]

Whitetail was sure, more now than ever, that her Clan was full of weirdoes. It was as if all the crazies had piled into one Clan. It was quite shocking actually. Now were a few sane, she being among them. Yet it was a painful task finding them. So much so, that Whitetail had all but given up. Which lead her hear, among cats like this.

Of course, these things didn't come out of the blue. No they had thought! She spent time coming to this conclusion. Even dreamt about this! It was crazy the sort of nightmares she cooked up. And, most unfortunately, these cats, the one she dreamed about, where the same ones she was sitting next too.

“Might as well,”

Oh, well here was a warm one. Whitetail scowled at his tone and words. He didn't even want to try to be friendly? No? Well, then. She wouldn't try either. Turning her head away from the first tom, that spoke. Whitetail flicked her ear with a small huff. And that was when the she-cat tuned out.

Her green gaze scanned camp, once more. She was looking for movement, or you know, remotely interesting. Lucky her, though, for this time yet another cat entered camp. Now she had something to watch, while these two talked away. Or not.

The new comer carried food, rabbits to be more precise, and by his silver white coat he was Stonetail. Yet another tom she hadn't ever had a conversation with, that she could remember. Narrowing her eyes, the young warrior focused. The tom grimaced as if upset by the prey, or lack thereof. And then he changed tactics, glancing around and spotting her little group.

"Or if he doesn't like it, we can settle down anywhere else."

Er... What? Whitetail turned her head towards Pebbleclaw. What in StarClan was he going on off on? And due to her need for non-crazies, she would never know. Not that she was all that thrilled too. Whitetail smiled and nodded, as if she head heard and taken in every word the tom had said.

"Yes, of course." The added meow was overkill, even she knew that. The warrior snorted and looked down to her paws. Not entirely sure what to say. Perhaps conversation was not what she had wanted after all. Thank StarClan for the pawsteps that stopped her from making a fool out of herself.

"You to have not hunted, have you." The she-cat snickered, yet another crazy. Although, this one was superior. The she-cat shifted paying more attention just that bit more. Letting her tail fall next to her thin body. Although, this seemed to take a lot more time then she thought. Looking up again, Stonetail was seated and looking uncomfortable.

"A spar?" The she-cat giggled. That could be fun to watch.



ooc;;
excuse stupid mistakes, please. I haven't proof read. I shall tomorrow, but right now I am to tiered. I, also rambled... xD

[wild]

Shadeclaw continued to glare at the other tom, and he began to develop a distaste. They were obviously too similar to get along. Shadeclaw didn't like Shadeclaw clones. There could only be one Shadeclaw, and that position was already taken. He could just barely stop himself from taking a swipe at the insolent tom after he said those word. "That cat has a name," Shadeclaw snarled, the softness intentional. He was not so willing to start something with so many cats around. Curbing his temper, he successfully kept a calm composure. He still had that shady facade everyone had grown used to. He grinned a toothy grin when he noticed that Pebbleclaw alarmed himself with his niceness. Something about it amused him. Shadeclaw's grin was no more when he saw another warrior approaching. What was his name? Stonetail? Shadeclaw snorted. That Stonetail always managed to annoy the tom.

Stonetail did himself no favours by trying to tell Shadeclaw what to do. He leapt to his paws, an almost hateful look in his eye. He did not take orders from those without real authority very lightly. "Leave the ordering to Mistpelt," he snapped. "I'll hunt when I get around to it!" Shadeclaw loved to run his mouth. Any threat that he made he could actually back up, but these weren't threats. They were simply a violent protest. He didn't even hear Stonetail's next words. He never heard the less significant words. All he heard was orders. But Shadeclaw did however hear Stonetail meow something about a spar. A spar would be lovely at this point. Shadeclaw was already half pumped up. Finally, what he had been waiting for. Some form of violence, be it serious or playful, he didn't care. It was some sort of fight, and that's all that mattered. "A spar, hm? Don't mind if I do," he growled, though it was more of a light-hearted growl. Shadeclaw grinned. Finally, something to do. After this little play-fight, he would perhaps do some hunting.

ooc; Blah post is blah. I didn't want to keep you guys waiting too long.

[Puddyluff]

For once in his lifetime, Pebbleclaw agreed with Shadeclaw. He was not going to be treated like a bug. "Yeah," echoed Pebbleclaw furiously. What is he, trying to boss me around? That Shadeclaw may do what Stonetail said, but I will never do it. Maybe if Mistpelt or Owlstar said to hunt... Then he remembered. He didn't hunt for the last few days. There was only a faint memory of him catching that mouse about three days ago. He flattened his ears of embarrassment and meowed, "Actually, forget what I said. I'm going hunting. Is anyone interested to come along with me to hunt?". His green eyes took a glimpse at Shadeclaw, then Whitetail, then back at Shadeclaw. I really don't care if these cats don't go with me. I can just go around the camp and ask any random cat and see if they would like to go. That would work too. I could ask them the nicest I can, but no, I am never, ever going to ask Shadeclaw nicely, unless he agrees now. He snapped out of his daydreams and caught back with the real world. I have to stop daydreaming like this, thought Pebbleclaw. ¡°So, is anybody planning to go with me?¡± asked Pebbleclaw, eager for the answers.

[Slug]

As if on cue, Stonetail's anger came back with a vengeance the second Shadeclaw's snapped at him, Stonetail bristling and without missing a beat, snarled: "Perhaps if listened for once in your lazy life, you would have realized I had not given an order, but a simple request! Or are your ears too full of your own dirt to do just that?" Stonetail's lip curled back as he spoke, revealing his fangs. "Or maybe it's just that you're so mousebrained that you can't understand the meaning of "feel free to ignore it"?

The tom was on a roll, ready to say more when he remembered that there were others around him, and with a quick, final hiss towards Shadeclaw, Stonetail flicked his tail and squashed his rage, raising his head high as he stared down his nose at the other warrior. "When and where, Shadeclaw?" The silver-white FogClanner rumbled, questioning about their spar.

His attention changed to Pebbleclaw, however, and it dawned on Stonetail that he had completely ignored him and Whitetail, so engrossed with his insults that he seemed to have forgotten about the two. Claws kneeding at the ground, Stonetail went silent, gazing skyward at the clouds above him. He saw no need to answer Pebbleclaw's question-- it was quite obvious he was going to spar, either it be with Shadeclaw or another. The silver-white tom didn't care. His muscles ached, and his anger was returning.

Stonetail was locked and loaded, baby.