Away From the Sun [Wolfstrike/open]

[Waffles]

..PATCHWHISKER..

Greenleaf was upon the clans. Of the four seasons that the forest brought, newleaf and greenleaf were the tom's favorites, or at least they were the two he preferred. They were the best seasons for finding and stocking up on herbs. Normally, such a task would keep him busy, but his herb stores were full and ready should disaster or disease decided to strike. Besides the unforgiving sun and its heat, this greenleaf was going smoothly. Besides the occasional cat with a thorn in their paw and the constant needs of the elders, the brown and white tom found himself with time to spare. He loathed free time. He'd already double checked the herbs and unlike some of his fellow medicine cats, he did not have an apprentice to train. There was nothing that required the skills of a medicine cat at this time.

And so, Patchwhisker found himself out in the forest. What a waste of time, but here he was. The day was young, but already it was hot and he'd taken refuge in the shade of the nearest tree. Thank Starclan he was blessed with shorter fur. He couldn't imagine dealing with the long fur during the peak of greenleaf. He sighed and looked at the lone mouse lying at his feet. It was the only pitiful result of his hunting trip so far. Patchwhisker had hoped that hunting would help keep him busy, but instead it had bored him.

Patchwhisker glanced around. If he remembered correctly, there was a large population of spiders near here. What to do? Something rustled in the distance. Light green eyes narrowed at the direction from where it had come from. Was someone coming?

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tags: wolfstrike, whoever

[tails//]

W O L F S T R I K E

The tomcat's soft golden colored eyes glowed with quiet concentration. A past moon of restless nights shadowed his usually bright colored eyes and even the simplest of tasks, the tasks he had been doing the longest, became a struggle. Scenting the sir for prey was hard as, while he scented the air, his eyelids drooped. Mouse ... finch ... His mind practically yelled as he tried to stir whatever reserves of energy he had buried inside of him. Wolfstrike's past few days had been filled with preparing for the trip to the buried Moonstone as well as tending to the leader's duties for a clan barely coping.

Turning the scent of the air over in his tongue, he realized the taste of ThunderClan tom was thick in the air. In his sleep deprived state, Wolfstrike could not even hope to recognize to whom the scent belonged. Instead, his yellow eyes briefly flicked up from his hunting job to see if he could spy the pelt of his subject. The quick movement of his eyes from one spot to another, however, had more of a pronounced effect on the less than healthy clan leader. Dizziness left his gold gaze shifting back and forth, incapable to find equilibrium in the ever-changing world. Before he knew it, blackness leaked across his blurry view of the world. Very briefly, the leader slumped to one side, passed out. 

[STREAKZ]

adderstep
my heart is breaking, but there's no use crying

The silvery tomcat was picking his way through the forest -- his thin frame slipping easily through green undergrowth that sparked interesting scents when they were squashed underpaw. The petite cat moved slowly, ready to pounce on prey if he needed to. Adderstep didn't often get along with other cats, escapes to the forest where he could be alone with his thoughts were frequent for him. That didn't mean, however, that he wasn't willing to pick up a mouse or shrew for the fresh-kill pile for his return journey. The tabby shook his pelt out, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the heat. It was heat like this that made a cat want to curl into a ball and sleep the day away. If things are calm later maybe I can share tongues with someone. The tabby thought to himself with a slight twitch of his years.

To be honest it was unlikely. He'd get nervous wanting to ask a cat and he was only really close to members of his family. He scratched at the grass, breathing deeply and blinking in surprise when the scent of two of his Clan-mates washed over his tongue. Patchwhisker and Wolfstrike were out here somewhere. Adderstep felt an uncomfortable stab of envy that he immediately quashed, shame heated his fur even more. Being leader in times like these was no thing to feel jealous of, was he really that shallow?

He turned his paws toward the scent of his sibling with hardly a thought. Perhaps he should have considered that Patchwhisker and Wolfstrike were seeking privacy in these woods, but wouldn't the Leader's Den have been better for that anyhow? He couldn't be hurting any cat, and as he pushed his nose through the undergrowth just in time to see his brother stagger to the ground he felt his heart freeze in his chest. "Wolfstrike?" He twitched, once before rushing forward, concern flaring in his green eyes as he stopped near his sibling's head, "He-hey, mousebrain. Don't nap here!"

Damn it no, was there something wrong? He looked around, trying not to panic -- failing. That was the problem with holding family so dear he supposed, if the littlest thing happened a cat was bound to scare their own fur off. His mind sluggishly remembered Patchwhisker's scent, "Patchwhisker, help, Wolfstrike's collapsed or something."

what a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes