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Post by Rosa on Feb 6, 2019 2:44:36 GMT
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Apologies for the rocky start! Still feeling my way around her. | The clearing was quieter than she had expected it to be.
Having travelled here on delicate paws that barely made a dent in the frost-covered leaves during the most advantageous time of day, Stream That Softly Whispers had thought the sunning rocks would have, at the very least, more prey roaming its perimeter. If not for the food then the advantage of the weak midday sun beating down to the stones, warming them where the air had no chance to. There were not many chances during this cold leafbare to get warm and she, of all foxes, should know that.
Small as she was, warmth was difficult to find when she wasn't huddled deep within a den surrounded by those she called clanmates and, as such, it wasn't unusual for the vixen to trek far and wide across the territory in search for the sun that seemed determined to hide behind its shroud of clouds for the rest of their days. Still, she wasn't willing to give up that easily, and as such had been rewarded for her resolve.
Stepping foot upon the rocks after cautiously creeping through the underbrush, wide brown eyes glanced over a shoulder before darting towards the water's edge. Frost clung to the riverbank, laying over the water as a shield she couldn't possibly hope to break through. Not that she wanted to, of course. She had enough trouble staying warm without the added difficulty of water weighing on her like a second sodden coat. Oh no. Though she was a Fieldclan warrior and somewhat used to encountering water, she was just fine avoiding it as often as possible. But these rocks...
Glancing around once more, Stream hesitated before mentally declaring it safe. No scents carried on the wind, no shadows at the edges of her vision. She would not be bothered here. Though she would not have complained about some prey to take home, she wasn't about to disregard The Council's blessing of a moment to warm her fur. Lifting herself from her crouch and shivering slightly as the cold wind hit her belly, it wasn't long before the fox had sat down in a tight bundle, tail wrapped around her paws and face lifted towards the sun. Eyes closed and nose up, she knew she might look a tad....peculiar. But what better way to get warm than emulating a flower?
Think warm thoughts, She thought, keeping her eyes shut as she took in a deep breath. Think of greenleaf. At the very least she could pretend.
These thoughts were interrupted, however, as she heard a rustling at the edge of the clearing, making her fur bristle in alarm and her head whip around to pinpoint the stranger's location, only relaxing after a moment as a familiar scent drifted in her direction. Oh. This intruder was more than okay.
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 6, 2019 3:54:00 GMT
Mist that shrouds the sun  Leader of Fieldclan
Mist didn’t really have a destination, yet, but she did have a target. Mist had been feeling antsy, and bored. The patrols were out, everyone was happy and healthy, or at least as much as they could be in leafbare, with the exception of the recovering cat in the Medicine den that her co-leader was currently monitoring. She wasn’t needed for anything, and that meant she had nothing to do. She could hunt, but she preferred to hunt with a partner. So....why not find one? Stream’s scent wasn’t hard to find, and it wasn’t to difficult to guess where her best friend had gone. Seeking warmth as well as food would set her....toward the sunningrocks. Probably sitting in that queer position Mist had often jokingly teased her for. Still, she made sure to follow the trail, just in case her friend had decided to go somewhere else, leaving her barely there paw prints to be covered by whatever snow would fall tonight, but wasn’t falling just yet. The second Mist spotted her friend, just as she’d expected, her head shot up and she sprung into action before the smaller vixen could react to the her scent, or the bush she’d rustled under as she entered the clearing. In a few quick strides, she leapt forward, barreling the smaller grey fox off the rock she was perched on and down into the snow. They rolled to a stop just beside the river, and Mist stood up to stare down at her friend with a wild grin. “Found you!” she announced proudly, before noting the shade she was casting over her friend. “Oops, sorry little flower, I really need to stop ‘shrouding the sun,’ she yipped with a laugh as she scrambled off, tail waggling enthusiastically behind her as she waited for Stream to get up. This was just a common greeting really when it came to Mist, wild, fun loving, and potentially annoying for many foxes beyond her beloved best friend. Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 6, 2019 4:28:51 GMT
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N/A | Really, at this point, the smaller of the pair should've been expecting this. In all the moons that she'd been fortunate to call Mist her best friend,Stream had grown used to the bouncy manner in which the other conducted herself. So, in truth, she couldn't be all that angry as she didn't even have time to rise from her rock imitation squat before she found herself flying through the air like a dandelion puff.
An undignified yet humor-filled yip left her as she went head over paws and the world flopped upside down, landing with a loud oof in a pile of thankfully fluffed snow. Trying to find air again, she gave a light laugh and squinted up at the other, a small but happy smile spread across now snow white muzzle. "I don't think I could ever hide from you. Even if I tried.." Came the admission before glancing down ruefully at the lack of sun around her. Well. So much for warmth. Still, it wasn't all bad; there was a new kind blooming in her belly that was infinitely better. She'd take friendship over the sun any day.
Finding her paws again after struggling out of the snow drift (and possibly giving a full frame shake without regards to whether or not it would miss Mist or not), her smile only grew at the pun. "You shine brighter anyway. What brings you out here though? It couldn't be little ol' me." Stream teased, glancing at her paws for a second. She really should clean the snow out between her pads before they got too cold. Yet..
Without warning (besides a little wiggle of her own), the vixen leaped forward for her own version of a pounce, suddenly thankful for the snow around them. Maybe the cold wasn't so bad after all. Or, if it was, she could at least try not to look as if she were the only one who'd decided to take a bath in the flakes.
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 6, 2019 4:43:21 GMT
Mist that shrouds the sun Leader of Fieldclan
“Well of course not!” the snowy vixen responded immediately, chest puffed out and head held high and mighty as though she truly thought she was above it all. The false imitation only lasted a few seconds, before she dissolved into a fit of giggles and dropped her front half into a play bow as she watched her friend scrabble to her snowy paws. The way she was covered in a messy cloud of white snow reminded the young leader of a sheep, and amusement shone only brighter in her gaze. That was, until snow was spattered all over her in a furious spray that splashed against her muzzle, and she leapt back with an indignant yelp. Not that is stopped her tail from waggling, even as she snorted some away from her nose with about as much regal dignity as a pig rolling in its mud pit. Oh well, she never was much for being all posh and proper anyway, leave that to the other leaders. She was here to have fun! “Of course, I’m always here for little ol’ you,” she pointed out, the shake of her head falsely incredulous, as though she was astounded her best friend had ever thought otherwise. However, before she could say anything else, her friend lunged at her too, knocking her down in turn. With a yelp caught between surprise and glee, Mist aimed to swat a speckled paw toward her friend’s face, before attempting to shoved her off into the snow so she could win yet another of their little play tussles. Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 6, 2019 5:06:57 GMT
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N/A | Not for the first time, Stream felt like a little kit again, bumbling around the camp in pursuit of dust particles dancing in the early light. A giggle started to build, escaping soon after the words and she watched the false posturing. Tail wagging and eyes bright, For a few moments she forgot about the scarcity of prey hiding in the underbrush, about the snow that came up to her shoulders in parts of their territory. The fear of hunger and sickness and nights cold enough to keep them up vanished as easily as fog yielded to the morning sun. Maybe the other clans looked down on them for their behavior sometimes but who was she to care? They had fun and really, what was a better cure for worry than that?
That giggle built into a full-blown laugh at first the bow and then the yip, she lifting her own head victoriously just for a few seconds before tilting her head to the side, trying to dislodge some snow stuck inside an ear. "Really? I'm so honored." Came the tease, though she didn't have long to focus on false flattery before she was losing her voice to yet another delighted giggle. Ha!
Oh, maybe not! Giving a yip of surprise herself, the vixen managed to pull her head back in time to miss the worst of the hit, though she did feel an ear bend under the pressure. There wasn't much time to reflect, however, before she found herself on her back in the snow once more, eyes wide as she brought all paws further in to 'protect' a fragile belly out of instinct. "Oof!" That hadn't been the plan! Still, she tried to think quick, attempting to roll back to her feet before Mist had a chance to recover.
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 6, 2019 7:36:19 GMT
Mist that shrouds the sun Leader of Fieldclan
While Stream managed to dodge her playful swipe for the most part, Mist still felt the successful brush of success at the contact of an ear beneath her icy cold pad, and her wild grin remained in place as she laughed at her friend’s startled him. Her friend, who was soon enough hurled back into the snow with Mist scrabbled back to her paws in order to not be pinned again. Seeing her her friend role back to get to her paws, Mist reached forward a paw to press between Stream’s shoulders, before lifting her other forepaw in hopes of using her weight to pin her friend back into the snow, tail wagging in gleeful triumph. “Not so fast missy! I’m not lettin’ ya get away that easy,” she informed, her tone held a false authority as she implemented her ‘leader voice’ - which tended to only be used when she was mucking around or deadly serious - before she offered a vibrant little laugh. Stepping away from her friend, she shook the snow from her own fur and nodded toward the rock Stream had previously been trying to warm herself on. “Wanna return to your sun, flower? I can help keep ya warm if ya’d like.” While her words were accented with a giggle and followed up by the now softer wagging of her tail, the offer was perfectly serious. She’d really keep her friend warm just as she was sure Stream would do for her. However, if she wanted to keep playing.... “Or.....a race might warm ya up instead, eh?”Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 6, 2019 19:03:09 GMT
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N/A | It seemed that Stream would not have any luck today when it came to gaining the upperpaw for more than a heartbeat or two. Even her rolling plan failed as she felt first one foot then two against her pelt, forcing a plaintive whine past her jaws. For a few moments she scrabbled at the snow with the paw she managed to wiggle free before getting pinned but to no avail; she was well and truly stuck.
Ears flattening in false dismay, Stream gave a slightly over the top sigh as she looked up to Mist, as close to pouting as one could get. "I yield, I yield!" Though just playing, this surrender wouldn't cost her any of her dignity. That she'd already left in the first snowpile when her leader had decided it was time for the little gray vixen to discover what flight was supposed to feel like.
Still, the laugh had her fighting to keep her pout, and she found it impossible once she was given her freedom once more. Rising to her feet and shaking (a bit ruefully this time) once more, she glanced over at the abandoned sunning spot. It was still warm; there were a few more hours of the day left before the clouds carrying that cold snow would rush in once more. They could take advantage of it. And yet...
"Bit hard to plant a flower once uprooting it," She teased, easing into a half-crouch with her tail waving enthusiastically in an unmistakable offer and challenge. "Sometimes it must take the wind." With that she was up and off, sending up puffs of white while darting through the snow with her ill-gotten head start much like she would had she stolen a chicken from the farm. After all, they were sly foxes. They should scoop a paw into some trickery now and then, shouldn't they?
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 7, 2019 6:23:39 GMT
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It wan’t a hard guess for Mist to know what was coming next. The second her friend tossed back her teasing comment and crouched, the snowy vixen lowered herself in turn. She wasn’t getting fooled that easy. Sly foxes knew well the tricks of other sly foxes, after all. If her friend wanted a head start, she’d have to try much harder than that, because clearly subtly wasn’t the strong suit of either. Still, her paws stayed far stiller than her waggling tail as she waited, muscles tensed at the ready. The second the last words dropped, and Stream dashed off, Mist’s bunched muscles sprang fluidly into motion. Well, as fluidly as one could, snorting away the snow that had just been kicked up in her face. Weaving her way out of her friend’s trail to avoid more snow in her face, she swerved her way toward camp and lowered her body to the ground, flattening out as she raced with her ears angled back against the wind that she picked up around them. Bringing herself in line with her friend, Mist glanced over at her with a wide grin and a bubbling laugh. “Come on slow poke! I gave ya a head start!” she yipped, before putting on an extra burst of speed as she sprung forward, her mad dash aimed directly toward camp. Why not race home, after all? There had to be a destination for a race, and running from the stream to home would definitely serve its purpose in warming the snow coated pair up. Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 8, 2019 5:42:18 GMT
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N/A | Unable to help herself, Stream gave a delighted yip into the wind, eyes narrowed against the stark black and white that became their world this time of year. It seemed that for the moment her thoughts of seeking warmth had disappeared. That, or she simply didn't need it. Adrenaline-fueled blood pumping through her veins as quick paws kicked up tiny puffs of snow to mark her tracks seemed to be the only source required.
So lost in her joy was the little warrior as she weaved through the undergrowth that she almost didn't notice Mist on her tail. Then, much too abruptly, right alongside. Eyes wide for the second that her friend deigned to race next to her, she had no words for the leader. How had she caught up so quickly? Stream was by no means the slowest in the clan; in fact, her small size typically worked in her advantage, bringing her closer to the ground like a sleek projectile aiming for an unknown target. Despite this, there were advantages to long legs as well.
"That's no fair!" She called in protest, forcing her legs to pump quicker now as she found herself chasing Mist's trail. Or tail, really, for her friend's white-based coat seemed to flit among the grass and disappear every now and then. Not giving up that easily. Came the rebellious thought as the vixen just lowered her head and tried to speed up, having guessed the destination now by a familiar tangle of clanmate scents, overturned earth, and faint mixture of prey. "Oh no you don't!
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 9, 2019 23:13:25 GMT
Mist that shrouds the sun Leader of Fieldclan
Mist threw back a laugh at her friend’s exclamation as she streaked past her, weaving around trees and brushing against dead fern fronds. “All is fair in fun!” she called back, not caring that her friend couldn’t see the wild grin that spread across her face still. By now, after so many moons of friendship and fun just like this, the image of Mist’s foolishly grinning face was probably so deeply ingrained in her memory that she could just visualise it to perfection of every last little detail anyway. That was why she’d always known when there was something off about Mist’s smiles. Not that there was right now. When Stream had figured out their destination, Mist could tell. As Mist cleared a felled tree in her way with an easy bound of her long legs, not breaking stride, the small vixen seemed to have selected an easier path better suited to her smaller size. Now they were most certainly even. With both stretching out at full speed, they raced toward the camp. If it weren’t for the fact that only the dens of their camp were hidden, and thereby warriors could be seen milling about in the open, they probably would have stirred up a panic over what was going on. Instead, everyone stiffened, saw who was coming, and relaxed. It wasn’t like this was an uncommon occurance, after all. Skidding to a halt in the middle of the clearing, a laugh bubbled forth from the young leader as she stumbled slightly, before rooting her paws and shaking kicked up snow from her pelt. THe pair had arrived practically neck and neck, but Mist wasn’t oblivious. In fact, she rose her chin proudly and paced a circle around her friend, her fluffy white tail grazing her companion’s flank as she let her gaze sweep over the clearing. “Let us congratulate Stream, one of few who can best me in a race,” she called out with flare, ignoring her own heaving flanks. “Who else would like to try their luck?” A few laughs, eye rolls, grins and grumbles later, Mist swivelled back toward her friend with that same kit-like, joyful grin. “You’ve gotten fast!”Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 10, 2019 2:42:09 GMT
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N/A | The words that echoed back off the snow, faint as they were, made Stream laugh again. All was fair in fun. Now, she'd give her left front paw to see Burrowclan's reaction to such a statement. That clan wouldn't know fun if it flew in their face like a startled pheasant. Now Fieldclan...They knew how to enjoy life. Even in this weather, where ice clung to the ends of their fur and their breath puffed in small clouds around their jaws, they could laugh. They were living, even when the world wanted them to do nothing but sleep curled beneath the ground.
Which no one seemed to be doing, from what she could see through a break in the grass as they flew through the camp border. Paws coming down hard, she did her best to not crash into anyone in her not so graceful landing over the reeds. Digging with her claws into the dirt, the warrior simply laughed again as her back legs swung around, she ending up almost perpendicular to how she arrived. Guess it's not too bad. She thought, looking back at the trail she'd made. Her clanmates certainly didn't seem to mind, even if a few were puffed up in surprise. Had she run into them? Hopefully not.
Still, soon she was focused on more when her friend moved agin, she lowering her ears slightly in pleased embarrassment and dipping her head. "You didn't make it easy, I'll give you that." She giggled, reaching out to bump Mist's shoulder gently with her nose. "And of course I am! I learned from the best!" She could remember those early days of training, sprinting through the grass almost blindly and relying on nothing other than their noses and the body next to them. They had grown together, through the simple and the difficult. Council willing, that wouldn't stop anytime soon.
"Think they enjoyed the show?"
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 12, 2019 10:02:44 GMT
Mist that shrouds the sun Leader of Fieldclan
At the embarrassment of her friend, the snowy vixen offered a playful eyeroll in return, reaching out a speckled, snow spattered paw to give her friend a gentle nudge on the shoulder. Silly Stream, she should be used to this by now. Still, ist would never judge her friend’s reactions, even to her own random outbursts. They were similar in some ways and opposite in others, they balanced and guided each other, and Mist wouldn’t give that up for the world. Who needed a clone, anyway? That sounded terribly boring. At the return bump to her own shoulder, followed by the potentially excessive comment, Mist rose her chin haughtily and swished her tail behind her in a pleased manner. “Well of course I am, that’s the point!” she responded promptly. However, even those that didn’t know her could probably see the playfulness in her eyes, and she was quick to cast her friend a wide grin. She may not be the most humble of foxes, but any bragging and boasting was all in good fun or for a solid purpose. She didn’t feel the need to appear any higher than the rest. Her clanmates were family, and family were equals. Gold rimmed ears flicked at and her friend’s next comment, and she nodded assuredly. “Oh, most certainly. They always do,” she decided, casting a wink to a nearby clanmate and earning a playful roll of the eyes that echoed false exasperation. Still, once the other fox was out of range, Mist turned to face Stream again and ducked her head closer as she lowered her tone. “Besides, we may look silly to the other two clans, running around like a bunch o’ fools, but its important to keep morale high. ‘Specially with such cold.”Prompting a shiver with her own words, that could be false or real, depending on how much one believed her thinner coat truly insulated her, or how well her run had done to warm her up, Mist rose her chin and paced confidently across the camp to plop herself down by a tree trunk. Beneath its roots was a hole in which their food stores was hidden. She was at least pleased to smell some prey-scent, even if it wasn’t as much as she would like. Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, for sure. “I reckon I’m doin’ a dang good job, don’t you?” she announced in a brighter tone, grinning once more at her friend. There was truth to her words, really. No matter how silly she looked, keeping morale high was a worthy goal, it kept everyone moving forward and seeing the bright side, realising not everything was doom and gloom. What better way than to act like her crazy fun loving self? Like Rabbit had once said to her - a relaxed leader meant a leader without worries. A leader without worries meant a huge relief to the clan. There may be worries, and they weren’t oblivious to the problems they faced and what more troubles threatened them, but at the very least high spirits and positive attitudes meant they were far more likely to make it through. There was no point causing undue stress by pacing around in a tizzy over shrinking prey piles and upped farm security when worrying wouldn’t chase these troubles away. Tag: Rosa |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 22, 2019 22:28:18 GMT
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Talk about a wait. Apologies! | Mist's mood was nothing if not infectious. Embarrassment sliding from her like sun does through the morning fog, soon a slightly reserved smile curled across her maw as Stream listened to the joyful words bouncing through the icy air. Tail waving like a banner, and war cry traded in for a loud declaration, her leader looked every bit as excited as she had been the first days in apprenticeship or even the day they had received their full Council-blessed names. It seemed that for a moment every worry that dragged at their paws, every trouble that lurked in the shadows of leafbare, simply disappeared. Shed like water off their fur, as if it had been nothing but a bad dream.
Something, it seemed, Mist was striving for. Discreetly ducking her own head closer to Mist's, the softened words soon had the vixen giving a nod of her own. "I'd happily look silly if it means less gloom around camp." Came her murmured response, meeting the other's eyes for just a moment before glancing back towards their clanmates. They seemed unaware of the exchange yet it had done the trick; the eye roll and laughs bouncing off the background of reeds only seemed to prove that.
Following now much as she had through much of their race, soon she joined her leader beside the storage. She could feel her mouth watering as she approached; thin and frail as the scent of food was, it was still fresh. Some of their warriors and apprentices must have had success in the earlier hours. Just more proof that Fieldclan, clowns though they may be to the other two clans, definitely had skills beyond those of thieving. After all, fish were't found on the farm, and she'd swear in front of the Council that she could smell some of those familiar scales.
The words brought her out of her musing, however, and Stream turned with a beaming smile back towards her friend. "I'd say. It's not every day foxes laugh like that, especially during leafbare." There was a note of approval through her tone, edged with the pleasure of a job well done. They had aided their clan, for what it was worth. "Better for everyone to be happy these months. A bad mood will only make things worse."
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