Sleep? Naaww, We're off hunting! (open)

[phantom]

((OOC: Location: A small forest. There is a clearing where Sparrowpaw is))

It was moonhigh when Sparrowpaw reached the clearing. She stretched and looked up to the stars. She knew her parents were most likely watching her, if they were dead that is.

"What a cool night, Its been ages since I felt this breeze!" She whispered, a breeze picked up and ruffled Sparrowpaw's fur. The night was perfect for a nice hunt. She lowered down to a crawl, noticing a squirrel. She slowly got closer to her prey before leaping, claws unsheathed. The squirrel turned too late and fell victim to Sparrowpaw's claws. A small trickle of blood oozed from the death blow. She buried it and looked around, ready for another one.

"That reminds me, my mentor hasn't been teaching me, I wonder where he's been" She muttered before her ears picked up a noise. She immediately, without thought, lowered to the hunter's crouch. A mouse raised its head to look around for a moment before returning to whatever it was doing. She crawled ever so closer, the smell of mouse got closer as well. She jumped and landed on the mouse, her claws were still unsheathed and one of them penetrated the eye of the mouse, killing it in a heartbeat. She decided to eat it, not having anything since sunset. She was unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.

[[ hardyrex ]]

Sootpaw trudged through the forest, lost as a bird in a badger tunnel. Yeah, so he didn't know where he was going. So what? His sense of direction was leading him somewhere, and that somewhere had to have other cats. After all, he hadn't seen a single place where there wasn't any cats. Maybe they were sleeping or something. It was night time. But it was a lovely night. The moon was shining, a slight breeze was blowing, the prey was....doing whatever prey does at night.
Finally, the scent of another cat was on the small breeze. Sootpaw grinned and crawled into a bush, looking at the clearing, at a she-cat hunting. Sparrowpaw, in fact. Smelled like she already caught a squirrel, and was now going for a mouse. The gray tabby thought about jumping out and scaring the both of them, but he was sure Sparrowpaw would try ( He wouldn't let her, of course. ) to claw off his ears if he done that. So instead, Sootpaw waltzed out of the bush. "Hey there, Sparrowpaw!" The crocked grin never left his face. "Aren't you supposed to wait until the rest of the Clan is fed before eating something?"

[Slug]

Stormstream

He was running.

There was something in the darkness-- something that curled and crept after him, reaching for his heels and thankfully missing the mark. Something inside it-- flashes of white and silver, like a black stormcloud with dulled lightning.

Something with his eyes.

With a heaving gasp Stormstream jerked awake, eyes wild as he glanced frantically around for the black stormcloud and it's booming laughter. Mocking. Boom, boom, boom. There it was! There it was. No. N--

And then he registered trees. Trees. They rustled in the breeze, moonlight peaking through their waving leaves. Boom, boom, boom, in his warm ears. Ba-boom.

He trembled as he gave a quick, reassuring lick to his ruffled gray pelt, visibly relaxing as the pounding of his heart stopped. Nice job, genius, Stormstream complained to himself. You're going crazy.

The dreams had started when he had joined MeadowClan. Dark, twisted dreams. Sometimes there was death. Sometimes there were blurry figures. Sometimes it was just him and... himself. A look-alike that gave cryptic messages that Stormstream tried desperately to make sense of. It made him afraid to go to sleep. But seeing as it was night...

"I dozed off," he realized lamely, glancing up at the moon. It had been morning when he had been out here... did he really sleep that long?

"Aren't you supposed to wait until the rest of the Clan is fed before eating something?"

Blinking owlishly, Stormstream carefully got to his feet (mindful of his jitters) and padded with a quickness toward a shrub, shoulders rolling as he prowled. Who else could be here at this time of night? He didn't think anyone in their right mind would be out here, seeing as the owls were active now.

And there were some pretty big owls out here, now that he thought about it. Were they even owls? Maybe their owl-mom found a nice eagle-dad or something, he wasn't sure. But it was best to see what the fuss was all about.

"Hey!" Stormstream blurted, beaming as he poked his head out of the shrub like some sort of demented jack-in-the-box. "You better watch out for the owls," he warned, the scent of his clanmates soothing his frazzled nerves. "They get bigger the further you go out."

With laughing eyes, Stormstream noted that it was only Sparrowpaw and Sootpaw. Well, he didn't know them personally, but he had hope that they wouldn't cause too much trouble while they roamed around for midnight snacks. "And it's important to keep your strength up while you're hunting, don'tcha know?" he grinned at Sootpaw.

Yeah, he was guilty of the same thing, but Stormstream was pretty sure that rest of the clan did it, too. Ah, denial at it's best.

[phantom]

Sparrowpaw rolled her eyes at Sootpaw.

"True, but that squirrel is fat enough to feed Tawnyheart and Cougar-ear for a couple days and keep them from complaining! Starclan knows how much they complain." She started calmly but spat at the last word. Sootpaw may be an apprentice like her but he could at least close his maw!

"Well, what are you doing around here?" She said, stretching. That mouse restored the majority of her energy and her usual spiteful self. She licked her paw and swiped it over her head. Noting that the grey tabby apprentice didn't move or say anything, she stood up and grabbed her squirrel but stopped mid-action. Maybe she should stay and taunt him a bit, just to ruffle up his fur. She went into a battle position.

"Hey, Sootpaw. How bout a battle?" She asked playfully, wanting to test his limits and her own too. She wanted to...make him go a bit farther outside his limits. Of course, he could just walk away but this fight...it could help her grow in her battling skill. She wanted this moment!

But she heard another voice, an older voice. She turned to see another warrior, whom she recognized as Stormstream

"Hello Stormstream." She spat, she wasn't in the mood for a friendly conversation.

[[ hardyrex ]]

"Hey, you'd complain too if you were that old and useless," Sootpaw meowed, trying to keep a serious, disapproving face before finally snickering. He'd rather die in some great battle that spend the rest of his moons rotting in some old den he couldn't even keep clean for himself. He wanted to be remembered by future cats about how much of a fighting hero he was. Not how weak and frail he was. Speaking of fighting heroes... Sootpaw grinned, showing off sharp teeth. "You always want to fight." The tabby crouched down and narrowed his eyes. The tom was about to pounce when something, or someone in this case, popped out of the bushes on the side. "Stormstream!" Sootpaw all but yowled at the tom. He sprang out of crouch to waltz over to the tom, Sparrowpaw instantly forgotten. Stormstream was awesome. He'd listen to the tom a few times, and what he heard, he liked. But he never went up to him. Nah, that was a lame thing to do. He had waited until Stormstream came up to him. (Or them, including Sparrowpaw.) It made him feel more important and....awesome.
"Owls should watch out for me. I'll show those big-eyed freaks why they shouldn't mess with me. And a real cat wouldn't need to keep their strength up, they should already have plenty." Sootpaw glanced at Sparrowpaw with a sly smile.

ooc; sootpaw likes insulting things. and being all >D all the time.

[Slug]

"Hello Stormstream."

"Well, aren't you just precious," Stormstream grinned at the pissy she-cat, clearly amused with her reaction. It was always fun to rub a clanmate's fur the wrong way, either it be the Leader himself (a hard task to accomplish on some days) or just lil' Sparrowpaw. She was always ready to deliver that snap when Stormstream said something wrong.

It was really kind of flattering, now that he thought about it.

"Stormstream!"

Ah, Sootpaw. He was a unruly thing, that one. But it was strangely endearing. Stormstream was down with any cat that caused trouble, either it be behind the scene or right in his face. This was a tom he could plan pranks with and knew how to put them into motion. Or, well, he hoped so. Sootpaw looked like a cool cat to kick it with, if Stormstream was being honest with himself.

"Owls should watch out for me. I'll show those big-eyed freaks why they shouldn't mess with me. And a real cat wouldn't need to keep their strength up, they should already have plenty."

"When you catch one, bring it to me," Stormstream rumbled, feeling cheeky. "I've never had owl before."

He was a terrible, terrible cat, but Sootpaw was no better, and that made everything... a lot more funny, actually. The role model influenced by the grasshopper, Stormstream mused, then flashed a furry dimple. "Aw, now don't be like that, Sootpaw," he said, tone thick with pity. "Y'know that Sparrowpaw, can't really help being weaker than the rest of us..."

A quick way to hell had never been more hilarious than this one. He'd have to start making a list, though. Stormstream was beginning to forget some of those sins o' his...

[phantom]

Sparrowpaw just looked at him oddly, precious eh?

"All apprentices are precious, not just myself." She muttered before stretching. She secretly liked Stormstream's attitude, a happy to go lucky cat is what the clans needed during this time.

"When you catch one, bring it to me. I never tasted owl before"

"Are you a mouse-brain!? Well, you are for sleeping outside in the cold during leaf-bare but cats don't eat owls! Owls only eat kits that stray from their mothers but that's it." She hissed. She pawed the ground, leaving claw marks.

"Y'know that Sparrowpaw, can't really help being weaker then the rest of us..." she caught Stormstream murmur.

"Weaker?! Your practically the best cat I ever saw just by your personality!" She said sarcastically, turning to bite down on a mite on her pelt. She hit her skin and the mite, her blood and its own mixed made her spit. She licked the small wound clean and returned her gaze to Sootpaw and Stormstream.