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Post by Zesha on May 23, 2021 22:01:35 GMT
Star Moon. January 11, 2021. Mid morning.
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary shook out her pelt as she emerged from the little den under the tree. She was getting tired of snow. Every morning she found it once more blanketing the ground and branches of the trees, plus sometimes the entrance to the little den she had taken up residence in. It smelled funny, but it was better than being directly in the cold, sharp wind that nighttime tended to bring. She shuddered just thinking about it and sent a quick wish to the silver star cat in her dreams that the warm weather she remembered from kithood would soon return.
There was more she had to do than just silently complain about the weather, however. Canary needed to try to find breakfast. Yesterday had been a terrible day hunting-wise, leaving her with an empty stomach to go to bed on. The feeling was beginning the gnaw at the sides of her belly, probably screaming that it was tired of mice and of only being able to catch them sometimes. Pushing those thoughts aside, she opened her mouth and tried to draw in whatever scents should could. The brisk air made it difficult to taste anything besides the cold air, but somewhere under that was mouse.
Grinning, she started following in the direction it seemed to be coming from. She bobbed and weaved between trees and soon found herself on the edge of the forest. With a curious glance she happened to notice a small area where the snow seemed to has disappeared—a big, smooth rock formation. The thought of warmth filled her head and caused her to forget about the mouse. Bounding over, she stood on the rock and gave a sigh of joy at the bit of heat the sun gave her, beating down on the stone with all the might that it could in winter.
As Canary opened her eyes again, she noticed below this place was a river, and beyond that a more flat area full of tall grasses. She felt mesmerized by the sight of something other than trees, having seen trunk after trunk for a good moon now.
“I wonder if other cats live out here?” she mused. Somehow, she’d managed to not run across anyone outside of the cat in her dreams since her escape from her old housefolk. It felt weird and lonely, and she hoped soon that there would be someone else out there. Kaeldra Kaeldra
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Post by Kaeldra on May 24, 2021 5:52:54 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons It felt like a hundred moons since the snow had first fallen. At least there hadn’t been any more in the last little while, but the snow that was still around didn’t seem like it was disappearing any time soon. It couldn’t be helped, Shellspots supposed, but she would be glad to see the first signs of newleaf as soon as possible.
She and Miku had spent the last moon or so building up their newfound camp, clearing away snow and overgrown plants and collecting what soft moss and feathers they could to use as temporary bedding. It was slow going; with just the two of them, the work seemed endless. Shellspots tried to get her kits to help, but she also enjoyed watching them frolic about the camp pretending to be real warriors. It made her smile, seeing them so enthusiastic, despite the fact that they had yet to recruit any other cats.
Which brought Shellspots to where she was today. They had been combing through the areas near their camp, hoping to run across other cats as she had found Miku. But they’d had little luck so far. So the silver tabby had decided to venture across the river to see if perhaps there were more potential allies on the other side of the water.
She had just crossed the convenient stepping stones across the river when a shape caught her eye, scrambling around on a cluster of rocks not far from where she stood. It was another cat, though she could tell she wasn’t an adult; she was hardly bigger than her own kits. Shellspots frowned in concern. Where were this kit’s parents?
She padded closer, scanning the trees and banks of snow in hopes of seeing another cat keeping an eye on this wandering kitten, but she seemed to be alone. Well, she couldn’t leave the poor thing to brave the forest on her own.
“Hello, there,” she called, trying to give the kit some warning that she was approaching. “What are you doing out here all by yourself, little one? This forest can be a dangerous place for kits like you,” she said softly. It wasn’t that she wanted to scare the poor thing, but it had to be said. Especially in the dead of leaf-bare when prey was so scarce. A hungry fox could very well happen upon her and decide that she would make a tasty meal. A shudder ran up Shellspots’ spine at the thought. No, she would help this kit find her family so such a thing wouldn’t happen.
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Post by Zesha on May 24, 2021 14:58:52 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary had closed her eyes a moment to soak up what warmth the sun would give her when suddenly the sound of a voice jerked her back to the present. She gave a little start and swung her head to see if she was dreaming, but it definitely seemed like she was still awake.
“Hello!” she mewed, bouncing up onto her feet and looking at the other cat. Before the she-cat could even get halfway up the stones Canary was scrambling down to meet her, eager to finally see another cat in the waking world. She nearly ran into the older cat but managed to just come to a halt a mere whisker away.
After backing up a couple steps she answered the she-cat, “I got separated from my family when my housefolk took me to this other nest. There was a loud, scary noise and I ran into the woods to get away from it. I guess it’s been a moon since then. I started having these dreams with a silver cat from the night sky and they helped me learn how to catch mice!” Canary paused a moment to look away sheepishly. “I’m not that good at it, but I catch them sometimes.”
Straightening back up, she got a better look at the new cat in front of her. “You look similar to them. You just don’t have stars in your fur. It’s so nice to finally see another cat! I like the starry silver cat, but I only get to see them when I’m asleep, and it gets lonely… What’s your name? The starry cat hasn’t told me their name. I’m Canary, by the way.” By the end of her sentence she was talking so fast she wasn’t even sure if this new cat could understand her, but the excitement of seeing another cat was getting to her. Kaeldra
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Post by Kaeldra on May 24, 2021 21:08:55 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons As soon as she’d noticed she had company, the small cat was rushing down the stones to meet her and nearly falling over her own paws in excitement. Well, at least Shellspots had been successful in not scaring her. But now she thought the kit was maybe too comfortable greeting a stranger, when there were plenty of hostile cats around.
Then she began speaking, and Shellspots barely kept up with her words, she was talking so fast. She didn’t catch everything, but she thought she got the gist of it. Poor thing, separated from her family so young... and she used to live with twolegs, that explains her lack of fear. From the sounds of things, it would be a long journey to see her family again, and the silver tabby’s heart ached for her.
Then the kit mentioned seeing a starry cat in her sleep, shaking Shellspots out of her melancholy thoughts and making her eyes widen. The kit said it so matter of factly, as if it were a very normal thing, but Shellspots thought it was rather extraordinary if true.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Canary,” she said gently. ”My name is Shellspots. I live across the river, over that way.” She gestured with her tail in the approximate direction of their camp. ”It must get very lonely indeed, being in this forest all by yourself. It sounds like you’ve got someone watching over you, though.” The silver tabby smiled, glad that someone’s ancestors were taking care of this lost kitten. Perhaps they had even guided Canary to her, and that was why Shellspots had felt such a draw to explore the other side of the river today. ”Does this cat teach you anything else? I’ve heard stories of starry cats appearing in dreams before, it must mean you’re very special,” she said affectionately. Kits never failed to brighten her mood.
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Post by Zesha on May 25, 2021 12:39:37 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary was so happy to see another cat, and between her living with housefolk previously and the fact Shellspots had a silver coat like the shimmering dream cat, it made her feel quite at ease with the other she-cat.
A wide smile appeared on her face as she responded, “It’s great to meet you, Shellspots! I’ve never met a cat with a name like that before. And yeah, the starry silver cat was trying to make sure I didn’t get into trouble I think. They also taught me how to look for abandoned dens under the trees so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the snow.”
It then sunk in that Shellspots had called her special. “Do you really think I’m special? It always felt like I was just kinda ordinary back home. It’s been weird living out here, but it’s not really bad. It’s cold and there’s not a lot of food but it feels… exciting? Almost like I belong out here, even though I miss my family. I kind of want to see if I can find some of those wild cats, like in the old stories my parents told us. Mom loved telling us about how there were big groups of cats that were like family and protected each other. Do you know if that’s true? If there are cats like that?” Kaeldra
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Post by Kaeldra on May 25, 2021 21:26:06 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons Shellspots smiled at the young cat’s enthusiasm, glad that she had been kept safe by her ancestor’s guidance -- whether she realized that was the case or not. At this point Shellspots was convinced that her sudden appearance had something to do with the Clans. She even knew the basics of the stories!
“Yes, it’s a bit of an unusual name, isn’t it? My mother gave it to me in honour of the four legendary Clans, the very same ones from your stories. They were true, and they will be true again. I’m working with a friend right now to rebuild one of them, and I hope that someday soon all four will return.” Shellspots caught herself getting a bit too impassioned in her speech and stopped herself, hoping her words hadn’t gone too far over the kit’s head.
She decided to change tracks a little, going back to the kit herself.
“You must be very special indeed to catch the eye of StarClan,” she purred. “Those are the ancestors of the Clans, and they’re said to walk in the night skies. I think that might be where your starry friend is from.” Shellspots looked up at the sky as if she could see them now, though it was much too bright for that. “I’ve heard of them sending signs to cats in their dreams -- they sent me one moons ago, telling me to keep working on bringing back the Clans -- but never of them appearing directly! They must have an exciting future planned for you, Canary.”
Shellspots weighed the pros and cons of asking Canary to join RiverClan. On one paw, they would then have three young cats in need of training instead of two, and no new cats to help train them. Shellspots would have her paws full, that was for sure. However, kits quickly grew into adults, and once she was trained Shellspots had a feeling Canary would make a great asset to the Clan. Perhaps this was better than finding an older cat, as kits tended to be swayed more easily into such decisions. And now that she had Miku as an ally, she could ask the other she-cat to continue searching for Clanmates while she worked on teaching the first generation of RiverClan’s apprentices.
“I actually have two kits that are probably around the same age as you,” she told Canary casually. “I was thinking they should start their training soon. If you would like, you could come live with us and I could teach you as well.” She paused, letting the offer sink in before she continued. “Of course, if you’d rather find your family, I completely understand. You must miss them terribly.” She wanted to give the young cat the opportunity to make the choice for herself, but Shellspots had a feeling she knew what her answer would be.
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Post by Zesha on May 26, 2021 1:37:52 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner The fact that she had met this cat almost felt like the stories of fate her parents had told her. How fortunate for her that she had run across Shellspots! Maybe the stories really were more than just tall tales.
“Wow, so those were the kinds of names the groups—Clans?—used when they lived here? That’s so cool. I wonder what their other names were? And how many there were?” The passion that had crept into Shellspot’s voice had only fueled dear Canary’s imagination, causing her to trail off and gaze into the distance as she imagined many, many cats gathered there at the smooth rock and the river.
Her mind returned from wandering at the sound of Shellspot’s voice again, smiling when she said that Canary had caught the eye of StarClan. To think she had actually spoken to a cat that was alive once, one that had lived there and caught mice and slept under the stars! If she had never accidentally run into the forest to begin with, it might never have happened.
She caught a glimpse of Shellspot’s face. The she-cat seemed like she was pondering something. Canary considered straight up asking but instead allowed the older cat some time to think. Whatever it was must be even more amazing than what she had already been told.
Canary was right. The prospect of there being other cats her age that weren’t her siblings was amazing to her. She might even be able to be friends with them! And then she could learn how to be a wild cat right alongside them! This had to be the most amazing day of her life. It was a big decision though; if she stayed, it may be harder to return to her family.
She sat and mulled it over, thinking about how in reality, she had already been taken from them, really. It had been moons ago since she last saw her parents and sisters. The only one she had seen much of since being taken by her housefolk was Jay, but they had gotten another kitten that Jay was getting along with when she disappeared…
“I… I do miss them. But it’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone but my brother, and he’s got someone to keep him company. I really, really want to train with you and meet your kits though. So if you really mean it… can I come live with you?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope and wonder. It wasn’t a choice she made lightly. She truly did miss her family. Canary just felt, deep down, that even if she found a way to make it back she wouldn’t be able to stay. Kaeldra
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Post by Kaeldra on May 26, 2021 18:09:03 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons Shellspots was glad to see that Canary seemed to be excited by her talk of the Clans, rather than bored. Another good sign for her potential future with RiverClan.
“Yes, names were and are very special to the Clans. A Clan cat's name tells others about their history, their talents, and of course their loyalty to their Clan. Only StarClan above can know the names of those lost to time, but I imagine there were many. More than could fit in this little clearing, surely.”
Shellspots herself wondered every so often about the Clan cats that had come before her. Was this truly where they had lived? Had she found the right place? Were they watching down on her at this very moment, already knowing what the future held for her grand endeavors? Rarely, some doubt would come creeping in that it truly was all just a story and that she had dedicated her life to a fool’s errand. But she stubbornly shook such thoughts away. How could it be false when StarClan had guided this lost kit right to her?
Canary beamed at the silver queen’s initial offer, then it faded slightly, as if she was truly considering the weight of her decision. Good, Shellspots thought. It’s not smart to rush into things blindly. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Then she seemed to come to a conclusion, meeting Shellspots’ gaze once more. Her next words had Shellspots feeling simultaneously joyous and fiercely protective of this young cat that had been abandoned by her family even before she got lost.
“Of course you can,” she said gently, leaning forward to lick the top of Canary’s head. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. I’m sure Heronkit and Minnowkit will love to meet you as well, it’s not often they meet someone their own age.” She stood, stretching her legs and looking further into the line of trees that marked the forest.
“But first, why don’t we find you something to eat? I’m sure you’re hungry, leaf-bare has been harsh this year.” Shellspots smiled, adding, “Plus, you can show me everything the starry cat taught you and practice your skills a bit.” She was rather curious to see if the lessons Canary had been taught were very effective.
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Zesha Let me know if there's anything in particular you want to try with these two, before Shellspots inevitably takes Canary back to meet the kits~
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Post by Zesha on May 28, 2021 16:02:21 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner The Clans sounded absolutely fascinating, and Canary hoped that Shellspots would tell her even more about them later. For now, Canary imagined cats stretching as far out as she could see across the river. There could have been hundreds! However many that was, Canary didn’t quite know how to count that high. She just knew it was a lot.
She purred in delight when Shellspots said she could come live with them. Perhaps they could start feeling like family to her, without the worries of being separated like she was from her first family. “I’m excited to meet them!”
Her words were then interrupted by noises coming from her stomach, able to echo from the emptiness. Canary’s fur warmed as she glanced away and said, “It’s been tricky, yeah. Let’s see if I can catch the scent of that mouse I smelled earlier.”
She couldn’t immediately smell it with her nose, so she opened her mouth and let the air wash over it. The mouse had definitely gotten farther away; the scent was weaker than before. But that wouldn’t stop her. As she had done before, she turned toward the direction she thought the wind was coming from and started heading that way. It was a bit of a trek, and she kept a good pace until the scent got stronger. Then she stepped more carefully, more lightly, trying not to make the snow crunch as much.
About three tail lengths away she spotted the mouse. It was thin, as practically everything was right now, but it was food. Canary slid into a hunter’s crouch and crept forward. She had to keep reminding herself to lower her hindquarters and tail so the mouse wouldn’t have yet more to spot her by, but she did decently as she made calculated steps towards the mouse.
(( Ok, gonna do a coin flip. Heads she gets it, tails she doesn’t. … Tails. Poor girl. ))
She jumped a bit too early and her feet were a tad too far apart when she jumped, but her form was pretty good for a cat that had lived indoors up until a moon ago. She landed a whisker away from the mouse and it was able to scurry into the snowy tunnel it had made under the roots.
“Rats, almost,” she said. She looked back at Shellspots and slowly trudged over. “It’s been a little hard lately,” she admitted. “The starry cat said not to try to dig after the mice though or they might bite me and I might get an infection. I don’t know what an infection is but it doesn’t sound good.” Kaeldra I can't think of anything in particular just yet, but I'll let you know if I do!
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Post by Kaeldra on May 29, 2021 3:50:14 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons As if it had heard Shellspots' comment, Canary’s stomach gave a loud growl right on cue, and the older she-cat laughed. Yes, a meal was indeed in order. She was pleased to see that Canary was right; when she opened her jaws to scent the air, she could scent a mouse, though it was faint.
Watching with interest as the brown tabby followed the scent, Shellspots wondered how much was instinct and how much was thanks to her night-time lessons. Canary seemed to easily locate the mouse, which was busy scuffling around looking for food in the snow. Her form was also quite good, considering her age and background. Perhaps it would be less of a hassle than she thought to add Canary’s training to her list of things to do, especially if she kept getting visits from her starry friend. Maybe she could even pass on some knowledge to Heronkit and Minnowkit.
Of course, she was still young, and Shellspots winced as Canary made a great leap just a bit too soon, sending the prey skittering away under the snow. It couldn’t be helped, though the silver queen hoped they’d be able to find something else sooner rather than later.
“Bad luck,” she assured the kit, not wanting her to become discouraged. “You did very well, given the circumstances. If you’d gotten a whisker closer before pouncing I think you might have gotten it.” Then she was surprised yet again when Canary mentioned avoiding infections. She was glad the starry cat had imparted this particular bit of knowledge, since Shellspots herself had suffered with one when she was young and foolish.
“Infections are nasty things,” the silver tabby confirmed, her nose wrinkling in distaste. How should she explain an infection? “They happen when an injury gets sick,” she tried. “The skin around them gets hot, and it’s very painful. It’s hard to get them to go away on their own. You’ll usually need medicine of some sort to get rid of an infection properly.”
“Thankfully, it sounds like you’re smart enough to avoid situations which might cause one.” Shellspots smiled, then shook her head lightly, bringing herself back to the task at paw. She began padding leisurely along the bank. “We might have to look around a little bit for some more prey, so while we walk, tell me what you know about the Clans. You said your mother used to tell you stories?” Shellspots was curious to see how far Canary's knowledge went; so far it seemed just surface-level, but the kit had a tendency to surprise her... And hopefully it would distract Canary from her rumbling stomach long enough for them to find something to eat.
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Zesha Poor Canary ;-; I love the method of deciding what happens though, I'll have to start doing that! Also, the comment about not knowing how much hundreds of cats would be, she's so cute omg
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Post by Zesha on May 31, 2021 17:48:30 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary would have to try to remember for next time roughly the right distance for pouncing. It had certainly been one of the more challenging things for her, especially as she learned different prey would spot her at different distances—hence why she was still working with mice. She had the most knowledge of how to sneak up on them.
She did feel proud when Shellspots said she did well, though. Canary knew her siblings could never have caught a mouse! Not that they’d want to, since they had housefolk to feed them, but there was something satisfying about catching her own, as if it were ingrained into her very being.
“Infections don’t sound fun at all,” she replied, scrunching her face up at the idea of it. “I hope I never get one!”
Her face turned back into a smile when Shellspots said she sounded smart though. Her brother Jay hadn’t been much for compliments, so she hadn’t had many at all since leaving her parents. Canary padding alongside the older queen, gazing down at the river. “That’s okay, I can hold on until we find something else.” Then she looked forward and up a bit, thinking about what her parents had said about the Clans.
“Momma used to tell me how the Clans were separate but united. I’m still not really sure what that means. She said there were four of them and they each had their own talents. Papa said one Clan could swim and catch fish, one could run really fast, one could sneak in the shadows really well, and one was strong but kind. They lived together in their groups as a family. Sometimes there were arguments between the other Clans. I can’t quite remember the names of them anymore though, and most of the stories they told were just about helping each other through tough times. They made it sound like the Clans were always in trouble! But if there were that many cats in each one, surely they weren’t constantly running out of food and stuff, right? And then if that were the case why not be one big Clan? I think there was just a lot of stuff they didn’t know so they just made stuff up.” Kaeldra She's young but she still gets the idea that there's more than her parents told her. d: She likes knowing things. Hopefully Shellspots can sate her curiosity lol!
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Post by Kaeldra on Jun 4, 2021 4:07:09 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons Well, one thing was clear: this little cat was certainly resilient. She simply shrugged off the loss of the mouse, though Shellspots knew she was probably incredibly hungry. Another good sign that she would fit well in a Clan. There was no place in Clan life for soft, pampered cats that couldn’t handle waiting for a meal.
“Yes, unfortunately a lot of the truth about the Clans has been forgotten,” Shellspots sighed, wishing she could have a direct look into how Clan life was all those moons ago, long before she was born. “Even I don’t know if the stories passed down to me are completely accurate, but we have to trust that the basics are true and the rest will be discovered along the way.” She hoped that once she had sufficiently rebuilt RiverClan, her ancestors would communicate with her more directly to teach her the traditional ways. Until then, she simply had to take her best guess.
“It’s important to remember, though, that with many paws for helping comes many mouths to feed, too. Imagine if you had a Clan relying on you to catch that mouse, rather than just needing to fill your own belly. It’s a big responsibility.” The silver tabby hoped she wouldn’t make Canary reconsider joining the Clan with her statement, but she felt the need to let the younger cat know exactly what she was signing up for. “Though it’s an honour, too, to hunt and fight for the good of your Clan.”
She wasn’t surprised that Canary asked the questions she did; Shellspots had asked her mother the same thing, she was sure. She tried to remember the explanation she had been given.
“And you’re right about each Clan’s traits. RiverClan are the swimmers; that will be us one day soon. I hope you don’t mind getting your paws wet, since we’ll be in the water a lot!” Shellspots smiled at the kit, trying to keep the mood light. “The quick runners were WindClan, fast as hares. The ones living in the shadows were, well, they were ShadowClan... and the last group, which was usually said to be the strongest, was ThunderClan. Most stories seem to be about them, for some reason.” That had frustrated her as a kit, too. Why hadn’t there been more about her ancestors in RiverClan?
“As for why they didn’t all live together in one big Clan, well... We may never know for sure, since we can’t ask them. I’m sure they had their reasons. My best guess would be that they were too different, and valued different things, so living together would be a challenge. Each Clan was best suited to a certain type of territory, so perhaps that was part of it too.” Shellspots grinned, adding, “Plus, a little competition is healthy, as my mother always used to say. If everyone got along all the time, cats might get complacent.”
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Zesha Lots of dialogue, what fun~ I think Shellspots enjoys her curiosity, honestly xD She loves blabbing about the Clans every chance she gets.
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Post by Zesha on Jun 5, 2021 17:45:55 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary tried to absorb all the information she was being given. It struck her that the Clans must have been gone for a long time since no one remembered exactly how things were. If only the starry cat in her dreams could tell them! But their time was limited, and the starry cat seemed more interested in keeping Canary alive than filling her with stories. Perhaps once she learned more there would be time for that.
She nodded solemnly at the mention of feeding many mouths. That was certainly true, she would have to get better at hunting so that she’d catch something more often. It would be no good if she were still only catching things half of the time when there were a whole Clan—they might starve!
“I don’t know how to swim but I’m sure I can get it!” she purred with confidence. The feeling of water on her fur might be a bit weird at first, but that was something she was sure she’d get used to later on. Besides, water was like a whole other place. Sometimes she might only be able to get somewhere by swimming and she didn’t want to ever have a reason to not be able to get where she wanted to go.
“That makes sense--” she started, but stopped short. A scent had drifted by and she paused to take it in. Mouse. She gave a big smile to Shellspots before tracking down where the smell went. It wasn’t far this time; the mouse was sniffing around some tree roots, possibly looking for nuts the trees had shed back in autumn. Canary crouched low and made her way lightly across the snow, remembering how far she was from the last mouse and inching up by about a whisker before wriggling her haunches and pouncing…
Yes! Her paws, claws extended, came down on the creature and soon so did her teeth into the back of its neck. It was over with quickly. She sat a moment, whispering, “Thank you,” before picking it up and returning to Shellspots, a wide grin on her face as she presented her catch, “I dphd pht!”
Placing the mouse between them, she looked up at Shellspots and asked, “Do you need some too?” She didn’t know when the last time the silver she-cat had eaten either, and while the mouse was barely enough for her, she would share if need be. Kaeldra
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Post by Kaeldra on Jun 7, 2021 20:04:33 GMT
Shellspots || Queen || 37 moons Shellspots returned Canary’s purr with one of her own, glad to have such an optimistic young cat joining her. The silver queen was curious about swimming in the river here; she hadn’t yet given it a try, considering the cold weather, and hoped that the currents weren’t too strong. She had done a bit of swimming in past seasons, but not enough to really say she was proficient yet.
As they continued walking, Shellspots scented the air periodically so see if she could find another bit of prey for Canary to practice her skills on. She was pleasantly surprised when she caught the smell of another mouse. A lucky day, so it seemed. She was about to turn and ask Canary to see what she could smell, but the younger cat had already noticed, her sentence coming to an abrupt stop. The silver queen encouraged her with a smile and a nod.
She watched as Canary stalked the prey, glad to see that she remembered the advice Shellspots had given her. Before she knew it, the young cat was racing back to her, eyes sparkling as she held the mouse in her mouth.
“So you did! Good job,” she congratulated Canary, smiling at her garbled speech. Oh, to be a young cat enjoying a successful hunt. Then Canary offered her some of the mouse, and her heart twisted. Though it was a good catch, it was still leaf-bare, and the mouse was barely big enough to feed one of them, let alone both.
“I’ll be fine, but thank you. That’s your catch, you should be the one to enjoy it.” It hadn’t been too long since she’d last eaten, and she was sure she would find something else for herself and her kits soon enough. Canary was so small, after all. “Once you’re finished, we can start heading back to the camp and you can meet your new denmates. Their names are Heronkit and Minnowkit,” she explained, wondering what her kits would think of the new arrival. She knew they had likely been expecting older cats to help teach them, and hoped they would welcome someone their own age just as well.
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Zesha I figured we could start possibly wrapping up here, unless there's anything else you wanted to do first! c: This has been such a cute thread ;v;
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Post by Zesha on Jun 21, 2021 15:59:34 GMT
Canary • She-cat • 6 moons • Loner Canary nodded and looked back to her mouse. It wasn’t the biggest by any means since it was still cold out, but that didn’t stop the young she-cat from digging in and enjoying each bite there was. Getting used to eating food that wasn’t out of a can or dry pellets had been a bit strange at first, but she had to admit it was gratifying to be able to catch her own food—when she was able.
Once she finished, she dug a small hole and carefully deposited the small bones inside. The starry cat had told her to do this, to keep it from attracting predators to her. She wasn’t really sure what a predator was yet and didn’t want to find out until she’d been around Shellspots for a while.
“I’m ready!” she meowed, smiling wide. “I can’t wait to meet Heronkit and Minnowkit!”
And with that, they headed in the direction of the old RiverClan camp—the direction of home. Kaeldra I figure you're right, so I hope this suffices for wrapping up the thread!
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