Heads or tails? [Kat + Open!]

[Kenya]

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[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/HWKbg.png] Hawkfang wrapped his thick tabby tail around his paws. He had finally gotten his warrior name! Hawkfang It was something he could finally feel happy over after everything that had happened. He felt fang suited him. He was a good fighter. Everything came so easy to him, at least after he had grown into his huge paws. His paws itched to get back out there, to chase off those crow-food eating fox-hearted Northclan cats. Thistlestar hadn’t said anything yet, but he knew that it was because his clan wasn’t strong enough yet. Hawkfang had been an apprentice when it happened. The sky had seemed to turn red with blood and his ears went deaf from the yowling. A lot of cats didn’t make it either. He took a glance at the make-shift medicine cat den. His sister, the new medicine cat, and his mentor were two cats who did make it. Whereas Snowfall was lithe, small, and slender, Hawkfang was bulky, huge and thick-pelted. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that had been from the same litter. Hawkfang sighed and pulled himself to his paws. The rocks that fell from the cave walls made his pads sore. Picking one paw at a time, he gave his pads a few rough licks to get rid of the grit. Not that it mattered. One step and it would be back. These caves were not home. It was to dark and rough. Not like the soft bright golden fields of the Eastclan camp. He placed his paw back into the gritty earth and lifted his nose to the air. Pulling in the scents over his tongue a few times told him Snowfall was gone as her scent was stale. He couldn’t help but feel worried for her. It wasn’t safe to be out there alone, and she wasn’t even a warrior! Snowfall was his kin, and he felt responsible for her. She was also the only she-cat he didn’t have trouble talking to. Hawkfang cringed a little when he was suddenly reminded of Thistlestar ordering them to all find mates. There were plenty of pretty she-cats his age, but speaking to them was another matter. Hawkfang would trip over his tongue like he used to trip over his huge brown paws. Hawkfang would take a fight with a cat any day over dealing with them! He sighed and stared up into the sky contemplating these thoughts when a familiar scent caught his nose. He knew every clan member by scent, so he didn’t have to look to know it was her. Breezetail. Hawkfang groaned inwardly when he saw her blue pelt getting closer. She was Snowfall’s friend, but other than that he had no desire to be near her or any she-cat. Fighting was better for sure. Before she could look him in the eyes, Hawkfang cast his own amber eyes down at his paws. He shuffled them awkwardly, concentrating on every rock and blade of grass in his limited vision. “Hello Breezetail” He meowed sounding far more mouse like than hawk like.

[kat]

Breezetail frowned. Once, it might have been cause for alarm. These days, however, (and particularly on this day) it was not an uncommon sight. After all, her budding hope that things would come to a happy end had been shattered in a single day. That fact alone had left her huddled in a secluded part of the cave, even more unnoticeable than usual, for a long time. There she mourned her fallen clanmates. She mourned the loss of their territory, where she had grown from a kit to become a warrior. Even more so, she mourned the empty space in the back of her mind where her dreams for a bright future had been. East Clan was in disarray and chaos, and it hurt Breezetail’s heart more than she would dare say. Not to mention the added grievance of having to choose a mate; at a time like this, it did nothing to calm her nerves. She loved everyone within the clan dearly, of course, and she would do whatever it took to bring it back to its former glory, but she just didn’t feel….it. The special bond between two cats who mate because it is something they want, not something that is forced upon them.

It would be a necessary evil.

And having kits….Breezetail hadn’t even entertained the idea of having kits for quite some time. She was perfectly content helping the clan in ways they needed immediately, such as hunting and gathering herbs for remedies. Even fighting could have been a more pleasant alternative. But this forced matchmaking left her confused and sad; life would never be the same for her. Oh, why couldn’t she have been born a tom?! Mating was a perfectly simple process. But bearing the litter, on the other hand, was a whole different story. The blue furred she-cat whined in disappointment at the thought and, finally, climbed her way out of her hidden crevice in the cave. It was unlikely that anyone would mind her approach, (or notice it for that matter) so she didn’t bother but to lift her head just a bit higher, so her bright green eyes weren’t staring down at the floor. She didn’t want to seem too sore.

Heading back to the main chamber, Breezetail couldn’t help but notice the tension in the air. It was like the calm before a storm – a far off storm, mind, but one steadily approaching. She stopped in the center of the room, her gaze traveling over the wounded and mourning, her heart heavy. Mere days ago she had been hopeful that the clans could unite, and perhaps even work together to survive. Today, her gut told her it was impossible. She spent a long while craning her head to find Snowfall, but she was nowhere to be seen; a quick sniff told her she had run off quite some time ago, clearly off finding a way to care for the injured. Breezetail couldn’t help but brighten. Dangerous as it was outside, you could always count on Snowfall to help members of the clan; she was an amazing medicine cat. Her gaze shifted along the edges of the cave, and one particular tom her eyes found made her actually smile a wide, toothy smile.

Hawkfang had become endless amusement for Breezetail over the past several moons. Although it was rare to see the she-cat play, she couldn’t really help it with Hawkfang. He was just so…silly. Silly was the only proper word to describe his fear of talking to she-cats. He had never had such an issue with his sister, Snowfall, but as soon as Breezetail was in his presence, it was hard to get a conversation going, and there was no such thing as eye contact. Breezetail had made it her one true goal to have Hawkfang loosen up and, rather hilariously, (coming from the most unobtrusive, soft-spoken cat in the clan, that is) speak to other she-cats. Especially at a time when he was required to choose a mate, he would need to get that mouth moving. So it was with a mischievous spark in her eye that she cautiously approached the younger tom, her tail sliding back and forth almost…playfully.

”Hello Breezetail.”

The sound of his quiet mew made her stop dead in her tracks, her tail quite still. Already she was feeling a little proud of him. She continued her approach and stopped with just enough distance between them, sitting on her haunches and curling her tail around her paws.

“Hello Hawkfang. How are you doing?” She shifted her paws and lowered her eyes in an attempt to meet his, genuinely caring for his well-being. They had known each other long enough that her concern was almost sisterly; they were all but family, after all.

[Kenya]

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[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/HWKbg.png] ”Im fine” He mumbled lifting his head to look at her. When he saw her shifted posture, Hawkfang leaned his massive body away from her. Out of all the cats in the clan, why did it have to be her? She was constantly ruffling his fur trying to make him uncomfortable for her amusement. She rarely failed at this. He never understand their needs for affection. Training and fighting were all he really needed outside of food and water. Why couldn’t they all feel the same? The war had been his first real battle. He didn't yearn for the death of a cat, but the feel of victory. Using his skills, knowing his strengths, weaknesses. They had lost that war, but he had grown since then. No Northclan cat would hurt them again. Hawkfang was an alright hunter. His huge paws were tricky to keep quiet in the tall grass but he managed. He found that he hunted best at dusk when the shadows helped his pelt blend into the gold fields. Hawkfang shuddered from the to-recent memories. His brown tabby pelt fluffed out slightly in agitation although not even the slightest breeze was present. In camp there always seemed to be a breeze to sway the grass, but not her. He blinked away his thoughts back to the present, unfortunately where Breezetail still was. Hawkfang took a step away from her to give himself some room. “Umm… W-What have you been up to? I think we should see if Thistlestar wants to send out a patrol soon.” He kept his eyes away from her and told himself it was because she was older than him so he owed her more respect. Though he really knew it was just because she was a she-cat. Other then Snowfall, she-cats seldom made sense. Even his own sister confused him sometimes. Like why would any she-cat want kits? They were messy, noisy and never listened. His fur ruffled just thinking about Sunburst’s two moon old kits. Just a sunrise ago Crowkit and one or two others were climbing all over him. Not that he wouldn’t mind mentoring one when they got older. Hawkfang looked up to her and scrunched his nose. She was so close. He flicked his tail back and forth a few times uncomfortably. Breezetail was going to be ridiculous as usual. He could almost see it coming. It’s a wonder she got her warrior name when she still pestered him like a kit. Where was Snowfall?

[maplebreeze]

Wishfall limped into camp, with lots of pieces of prey in her jaws, the most she had caught in moons. 'What will I do with all of this?' she thought to herself. She decided to go ask the kits and elders if they were hungry, and fed them.
By the time she had fed them all, there were four pieces of prey left: two magpies, a mouse, and a shrew. The only problem was, there were no warriors in camp.
'Maybe I can help the medicine cat..' she thought. But she then remembered that there was a stale scent of Snowfall on EastClan territory. EastClan had never seen her or smelled her since. She refocused, and remembered that the other warriors were all out on patrols, and there was lots of fresh-kill already. "Maybe," she meowed to herself, "I will have the shrew, as I am starving, give the magpies to two other warriors, and I'll put the mouse in the fresh-kill pile! Perfect!" Wishfall rushed off to put her mouse into the pile, ate her shrew, and then she went out to give the magpies to two other cats.
Wishfall limped into Rockfall Cave, reminding herself that this was the same cave that her mother died in on her first day as an apprentice, thanks to a fox trap. She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and looked for two warriors who looked hungry. Then, from the corner of her crystal clear, dark blue eyes, she saw Hawkfang and Breezetail in the distance.
"Hello, you two." she mewed and asked them both, "Are either of you hungry?" Wishfall dropped the magpies at their paws, waiting patiently for their reply.