January 25, 2020 at 7:14 pm #4867Snowbound ~ The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
A quiet huff escapes the large snowy white tom as he treks through the thick bitter cold snow. The powdered ice flinging into the dry air before either blowing away in the subtle breeze or plopping back down to the white ground. His paper thin ears flicking backwards as Snowbound looks around, his periwinkle blue gaze taking in every little detail around him. The never ending silence not bothering the tom in the slightest. The impenetrable quietness that surrounded him like a blanket was all he has ever known. He wasn’t one that could once hear, but somehow ended up loosing such a precious gift—Snow never had that sense to begin with. He had grown bored of staying within camp. The scenery around him had begone to become repetitive.
Hunting is what he needed! Stormstride; his ever so protective brother was always breathing down his neck if he made one move that Stormstride did not believe to be necessary. Rolling his deep blue eyes in annoyance of just thinking of the bruit he calls brother. Pausing at the thinning of dead trees. Closing his eyes as he allows his sense of smell to kick in. Parting his maw to allow variety of scent to flow into his mouth, cloning into his tongue. Snowbound could taste fish and a sharp distinctive taste of fresh water, letting him know that he was not far off from the rapids. Brows furrowing as an surprising scent of squirrel caught his attention.
It would seem that the confused critter had lost its way from Thunderclan territory to Riverclan. No matter; food was food. It had been a while since he had hunted in land instead honing in on his fishing skills. A smirk pulling on his light pink lips, his eyes shooting open. His paws shifting as he tries to sense the vibrations of the squirrel, but the snow muffled the vibrations from traveling to his large paws. Having to rely on scent would be difficult but not impossible. Nostrils flaring as he focuses solely on the squirrel. The scent was strong, which informed Snowbound that his target was close. Eyes brightening as he used his white pelt and the snowy ground to his advantage as he eyes the rustic brown squirrel.
Lowering down, ignoring the shiver of cold rippling down his spine as the snow clings to his belly fur. Creeping up slowly yet surely on the squirrel. Yet, Snowbound did not know about a twig covered in the powdered snow until his paw pressed on it, feeling wood splinter under his large paw. Biting his lip as he glances back at the squirrel to see it already looking at him. Eyes widening as his catch started to dash away. ‘Not if I can help it’ he thought as he dashed recklessly after the squirrel. What he didn’t know was that a fellow Riverclanner was out and about as well and poor Snowbound was about to trample into her.January 25, 2020 at 8:21 pm #4872
Hunting in winter was exceptionally difficult for Foxspice; her bright ginger coat stood out distinctly in the snow, and if she hoped to catch anything she had to resort to skulking around in the reeds and under bushes. Like many others in her clan, the she-cat vastly preferred aquatic hunting. Flip-floppy fish and clams were a lot easier to manage than the land-prey that had so many extra ways to see you coming.
Regardless of this, not that didn’t frequently vocalize the complaint, Foxspice was out doing what she could to bring back some food for the fresh-kill pile. She’d already missed two water voles, and her irritability was probably making it even harder on herself. Thinking that she should perhaps try a different part of the territory, she weaved her way towards the edge of the reeds she’d been hiding in. Always full of energy, Foxspice sprung out of the stalks when the clearing appeared before her, enjoying the learn power of her muscles. Blinking against the bright glare of the sun reflecting on the snow’s crust, she froze for a moment until some unseen force knocked her sideways.
Unbalanced, she stumbled a few paces back before her rump landed with a muffled thud in a drift.
“Hey!” she protested indignantly, squinting at the vague outline of a cat and two very blue eyes. RiverClan, by the scent of him. Good– nothing to be alarmed at. But then, she couldn’t give whoever it was a swat for running into her, either. “I know i jumped out but I’m pretty noticeable during leaf-bare!”January 25, 2020 at 10:52 pm #4875
Snowbound ~The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
Stark white fur bristling along his shoulders as he rams into a solid form. Causing the tom to teeter backwards until he lands roughly on his rump. Snow flailing around him in the process, wrinkling his nose at the snowflakes nipping at his pale pink nose. Blue eyes wide as he blinks owlishly at the ginger she-cat. Brows furrowing as he processes that it was her that he had run into. Pursing his lips in irritation and embarrassment for not seeing Foxspice there. His left ear flicking in a fluid sideways motion as a meek apology before glaring at the retreating form of the squirrel. An off pitched grunt escapes him in dissatisfaction.
His periwinkle blue eyes narrowing as he studies Foxspice’s lips, deciphering what she was saying. From her body language he could tell she was irritated at his recklessness. Scoffing as he rolls his eyes, hoping she saw. Shrugging his shoulders in a lame attempt in trying to calm the situation. Though what he really wanted to express was; ‘Obviously not that noticeable’ oh how that thought caused a smirk to appear on his maw. Rising fully to his paws, shaking his thick and fluffy pelt, watching bits of snow float in the air around him in the process. Glancing once more at Foxspice, regarding her for a moment before deciding to look for prey else where. Wouldn’t want to cause any more trouble for her.
Not wanting to waste much more time, Snowbound pass around her. Heading off in the direction of the squirrel, though he knew there wouldn’t be much chance in catching it now. He just didn’t want to be around Foxspice as he pretends that he can even hear her if she tried to scold him. Tail gracefully flicking side to side, a soft sigh escaping him as he decides on a little stroll and if prey is near; a little hunt. ‘Wonder if she even noticed I left…?’ He wondered with a grin; briefly looking over his shoulder to see if she was still talking.January 26, 2020 at 7:46 pm #4886
In a way, Foxspice hadn’t noticed Snowbound was leaving. Or at least, that he was walking away from her. It occurred to her frequently that someone would get up in the middle of her talking, just on the principle that she was usually talking and so it was only a matter of eventuality that her company would have to go. Taking no additional offense that Snowbound had set off again, she followed closely, continuing to reproach him before getting distracted.
“I guess you’re out hunting, huh? I don’t have as much luck in the winter, but I bet it’s the opposite for you. Swimming is really more my thing. Fishtail told me not to do that in leaf-bare anymore though because the last time I did, I caught a really bad case of white-cough. Obviously I don’t want to be responsible for bringing sickness into the camp so I won’t, but it feels bad not catching as much prey. So I mean I hunt more obviously, to try and make up for it. I’m just not as good at it on land.”
Eyeing the handsome tom appreciatively– his fur looked luxurious, Foxspice grinned. “Actually, it’s not like pelt colour matters much for fishing. You’re pretty luck~”January 26, 2020 at 8:34 pm #4888
Snowbound ~The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
His feathery white whiskers twitching as well as his pads at the vibrations carrying through the ground. Letting him know that Foxspice had noticed his departure and had decided to tag along. Rolling his eyes as he pauses, sharply turning around to stare blankly at her. He had missed almost everything she had rambled on about since his back was turned. Arching a brow as he gives her an confused look, wondering why she seemed to follow him and why she continued to try to talk to a deaf feline.
Suddenly it dawned on him that she was not aware of his disability. It was weird but somewhat relieving that for once someone did not know that he could not hear, but sadly he would have to break the news. Frowning as he sensed that she could not understand his simple gestures of ear flicks, tail flicks, paw movements, and even facial expressions. Snowbound would have to speak, something he loathed as he couldn’t hear what he sounded like, but Stormstride had told him his voice was bearable just odd to listen to.
Taking a deep breath as he shuffles from paw to paw with unease; “I-I’m…sorry. Deaf..” his voice was off pitched as he carefully worded what he was trying to express. His ears flicking forward and sideways rapidly and gestures toward the thinning forest as to agree with her that his pelt was indeed helpful to hunt in this weather. “My n-name is…S-snowbound” he mumbles, scrunching up his pale pink nose as it felt weird using his vocal cords.January 28, 2020 at 8:03 pm #4898
Stopping in time with him, Foxspice’s monologue trailed off as a series of paw-waves and ear-flicks were directed at her. Staring dumbly, she tried unsuccessfully to make anything out of what he could be trying to relay to her. She pawed absent-mindedly, confused at the snow under her as he eventually gave up and spoke.
She’d never realized that there was a cat in RiverClan who was deaf– to be fair, she’d never really tried to approach Snowbound before, given that his brother wasn’t extremely tolerant of Foxspice’s obnoxious self. His voice fell strangely, lilting in the wrong places and sounding so incredibly uncertain that she very nearly leaned forward to give the white tom a comforting lick. Purring encouragingly, she tried not to look too pitying. She doubted he would appreciate having to express any kind of vulnerability, regardless of how endearingly cute he seemed while explaining it.
“Snowbound.” she repeated, not sure that he would know what she said, but unsure of where else to start. He probably knew her name already, and… it was weird, not being able to ramble to someone. Her tail flicked across the snow, as if the energy of holding in her thoughts was finding a different outlet to escape from.
Dipping into a play-bow not unusual for young apprentices before they start taking themselves too seriously, Foxspice grinned good-naturedly. It didn’t have to be weird between them just because of his hearing. She was still keen on hunting together, unaware that he’d tried to shake her off just moments ago.February 1, 2020 at 6:21 pm #4912
Snowbound ~ The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
Tilting his wedged cranium in a curious manner as he watches Foxspice slowly digest the information that he had just gave her. It was obvious that she did not know how to handle the situation on learning that he was deaf. A small frown pulling at his pink rubbery hued lips in slight irritation as he expected her to give him a pity-filled smile as well as her wording that she was sorry about his disability. Surprisingly that was not the case; blinking his bright periwinkle blue eyes up at her in confusion as he carefully read that she was sounding out his name; getting a feel for how it felt on her tongue.
Flicking the tip of his fluffy white tail in swift movements as he watches her bow in a playful manner. Arching a brow in mild amusement before deciding that he would allow her to tag along, not that she would take a no for an answer. He knew that much just from interacting with her for a few short moments. Pressing his lips tightly together before releasing his lips to create a soft ‘pop’ sound to fill in what he was sure to be an awkward silence. Though of course silence did not bother him, but he was use to figuring and handling things on his own.
Snowbound flicks Foxspice lightly on the face with his tail as he passes by her. Glancing over his shoulder once to see if she was going to follow or head back to camp on her own. He at least wanted to catch something for his clan, something besides fish. His white paper-thin ears flicking sharply backwards and to the side as he gestures for her to follow and be silent if she was going to be joining him for the hunt. His large tufted paws pressing into the cold bitter snow, powder flicking into the air with each step he made. Pressing his paws deeper into the few inches of snow, ignoring the numbness of his paws as he tries to get a feel for movement going on around him. Since he could not rely on his sense of hearing, his sense of smell and feeling would have to suffice. Letting his gaze flicker around the wintery woods, nothing sticking out to him besides Fox’s ginger fur that brightly contrasts against the pure white snow.February 11, 2020 at 10:53 pm #5090
For once, the exuberant ginger wasn’t reprimanded for her antics, and she purred merrily as Snowbound’s irritation with her turned into amusement. The flick of his tail over her nose nearly caused her to sneeze, and she scrunched it up a bit to avoid potentially startling any nearby prey more than they already must be. The tom’s invitation to come along on the hunting trip with him was eagerly taken, and Foxspice hoped that her tagging along wouldn’t cause him too much trouble. She’d hang back a little if they found something, and… well, if she caught the scent first, then Snowbound would probably be better at catching it than her. This could work!
Falling in step and having an easier time quelling her chatter while hunting than otherwise, the pair continued through the territory for a while in silence. After thinking that if she could scent something before the other warrior that she wouldn’t be as much of a dead weight the molly had intended to be the first to notice whatever prey might be out and about, but watching the stealth and grace of her companion was distracting. It should be illegal to look that good– a regal specter, walking on the top of the snow like a breeze.
A small rustle from behind them took back her attention, and she stopped to crouch against the ground to watch a vole skitter under a bush a few yards away. She’d stopped following Snowbound, and with it being counter-productive to call out for him, Foxspice hoped that he might notice she wasn’t following quickly enough and turn around.February 22, 2020 at 8:59 pm #5243
Snowbound ~ The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
’Curse leaf-Bare…making it difficult to hunt’ he thought with a small frown. Of course; he did not technically hate the snow, in fact he enjoyed the coldness around them. Plus, the fact his pelt blended so splendidly with the snow. The only down fall was that many creatures seek shelter during the bitter cold season. Seeing and feeling the slight movement of Foxspice moving along side him caused him to briefly glance over at her. Studying the side of her face, smirking softly as he notices her hesitant steps. It would seem that she was trying her best to remain as graceful and quiet as she could manage.
He glances away from her, taking in the scenery around him. His toes twitching as he tries this best to sense the vibrations around him. Hoping to catch a feeling that prey was nearby. Pale pink lips parted, chest expanding as well as nostrils flaring as he tastes the air around him. The strongest scent in the air had to be the sweet aroma of his companion, furrowing his brows as he tries to push through the scent to sense if there was any other animal lurking around them. Just when he was about to continue onward, a scowl on his handsome features. Something caused him to stop, furrowing his brows in confusion before realizing that he no longer felt the consistent vibrations beneath his paws that told him that Foxspice was following him.
Rolling his blue eyes as he turns to look at her; wishing he could speak so he could reprimand her for getting easily distracted. A frustrated huff escapes him as he stares pointedly at her. Giving her an incredulous look at her odd crouch, wondering what in Starclan she was doing before the rustic brown feathered creature caught his attention. Paper-thin ears perking up, his pelt prickling in excitement at them spotting prey that didn’t have scales. Skillfully lowering into a Hunter’s crouch. Eyes narrowing into slits as his attention was fully on the Vole. Biting his lower lip as he lightly presses his paws into the cold snow. Very faint crunches of ice could be heard, nothing alarming enough to let the oblivious bird know it was now being hunted.
Snowbound risked a glance over at Foxspice; only to see that she was already looking at him. For some reason he felt unusually self-conscious with knowing that she was watching him. Usually the pure white tom could care less if anyone paid him any attention. Shaking his large head as he needed to focus on more important matters; catching the vole. Taking that it would be for the best if he stalked the unsuspected bird. Shoulder blades protruding more profoundly with each slow precise movement he makes. His feathery white tail flicking back and forth, making sure his tail didn’t brush against the snow.
Large paw prints were left in his wake as he makes his way closer and closer to his target. His claws itching to sink into the plump flesh, to finally catch prey on land. Smirking as he finally gets within reach of it. ‘You’re mine’ he thought before leaping quickly at the vole. This time he didn’t have Foxspice to get in his way from making the kill. Claws hooking easily before his long fangs pierce it’s neck, severing the windpipe in one clean bite. Mouth watering at the tangy taste clinging to his tongue as the blood dribbles down his chin.
March 8, 2020 at 6:36 pm #5371
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He initially seemed irked with her, not that Foxspice was unused to being on the receiving end of exasperation. However, whether or not he had followed her gaze after she’s caught his attention he noticed the vole and settled into a crouch himself. Pleased to keep as still as she could and just watch, Foxspice only moved after the kill had been successfully made.
And then she was bounding back over to meet him, purring excitedly that the plan had worked, and even if she couldn’t catch things herself until the snow melted, at least she could help someone else. Maybe… we could do this more often? She realized with a bit of a start that despite him being the one with a disability, it was actually her who needed more help in this situation.
Making up her mind, she decided that she’d start asking him to come hunting with her more often. It would benefit everyone, really! Pluuuuus it would give her the perfect excuse to hang around the tom– quick in all things, the ginger molly could easily admit to herself when she found someone attractive.
…She totally found him attractive.
Her stomach growled then, and she grinned sheepishly. The clan had to be fed first, though, so perhaps if they made another catch they could have a small meal. Alone, provided her mind helpfully, and she tried not to look let on her excitement at the prospect of it.March 26, 2020 at 4:48 pm #5701
Snowbound ~The Quiet Riverclan Warrior
His chest swells with pride as his blue gaze flickers over to the excited ginger molly. Waiting for her to reach him, being within inches of one another he could feel the continuous vibrations of her purr. The deaf tom was surprisingly happy that she was just as thrilled as he was to have caught something within leaf-bare. Not knowing that her stomach growled he moves away to find a peculiar hiding spot for the limp vole. Studying a tree nearby, eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes it before shrugging slightly. ‘This will do, plus the snow will keep it fresh!’ Snowbound thought, withholding his grin as he did not want to drop his kill. Using his front paws to maneuver the snow away from the base of the tree. Carefully dropping the vole into the hole.
Moving his jaw side to side to help ease the stiffness before skillfully covering the vole back up with the snow. Ignoring the pins and needles of his paws as he rises to his full height. One piece of prey wouldn’t contribute much to their clan but at least it was something. Suddenly he feels his stomach growl in protest, instantly reminding the stark white tom that he hadn’t eaten anything before setting off on the hunt. Mentally cursing his stupidity before turning around to find Foxspice where he left her. Tilting his head as he regard her for a moment, wondering what she was thinking. It was times like this that he hated silence. Not knowing how to particularly communicate with her, he simply gestures for her to follow him in order to continue their hunt.
Snowbound couldn’t help but think that they worked surprisingly well with one another. While she could hear and find the prey, he was silent and blended within the snow to make the kill. An odd duo but a working one nonetheless. Parting his maw, panting as he lets scents flow into his mouth. Tasting and detecting what other critters lurked beyond the frozen powered ice. He could sense that Foxspice would send him looks every now and again, but promptly ignored it as he assumed that she was just confused on what he was doing. One scent stood out the strongest to him; a squirrel. It was rare to come by one during this time, but not necessarily uncommon. Shifting from side to side, his ears swerving back and forth, even using his fluffed tail to caress Foxspice’s side to catch her attention she he pints his pale pink nose towards the left of him where the scent of the squirrel is coming from.March 31, 2020 at 8:45 pm #5773
If she was seeing this right, it almost looked as though Snowbound was starting to enjoy himself out here together! Hoping for that to be the case, and at any rate more than ready to follow him and continue their hunt, Foxspice waited patiently while he loped over to the roots of a leafless aspen and dug a hole for the vole they’d captured. She was trying not to stare too much, but subtlety was nearly an unused art in her case.
The ginger’s ears perked when he stood up and there was a faint grumble of hunger that matched hers from earlier. Snowbound didn’t seem to give it much thought, but as he beckoned her over to continue on Foxspice could practically taste the victory of getting to share a meal with him. If the wind was anything to go by, it would taste like squirrel– Snowbound had scented the creature likely at the same time as her, touching her flank briefly before looking pointedly to their left.
Taking her cue, Foxspice strained her ears to try and detect any noise from that direction, taking a step behind Snowbound to have him blocking her bright fur. It was silent for a moment, only distant birdsong distracting her from the cold starting to prick at her from standing still, until a rustle from a young cedar gave her a good guess at the prey’s location.
Pressing down into the snow so that she might continue to go unnoticed after her white-furred cover took off, Foxspice nodded towards the more exact location. “You got this,” she whispered cheerfully as he followed her gaze. He probably wouldn’t know she’d said anything, but not talking at all was essentially out of character for her. Words came out all the time unless he really minded herself.
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