Post by Halftail on Dec 9, 2009 15:47:13 GMT -5
Another blast of cold wind seeped into his silver spotted fur, and his joints ached as he shifed on his paws. His icy eyes staring out, observing the on goings of camp, ragged ears flat aginst his skull. He hated the long moons of Leaf-bare, but then he wasn't sure if there was a cat out there that did like it. They'd be crazy to, that or they were kitty-pets.
He snorted flicking his tail over his paws to warm them, his broad shoulders hunched against the cold.
"Steelrain? Are your joints bothering you again?"
Giving another snort, this one dismissive the old tom turned his eyes to the approaching white she-cat. "My joints never hurt girl, what ever gave you that idea!" He was a proud cat, he wouldn't admit that his joints were aching him. "Why arin't you out serving your clan girl! Hunting or potroling!"
Falconeye's whiskers twitched in annoyance, "don't call me girl, and I know full well your joints hurt you," she retorted sharply. "It's obvious in the way you wince every time you shift on your paws, you over-wieght kitty-pet."
Flicking her tortie tail she smirked, she loved talking to Steelrain. He was almost like her. Blunt and stright forward, they could pass witty comments all day and be content. "But seriously, maybe you should go see Foxtail." Or retire to the elders den.
Twisting around, she turned her amber eyes to the medicine cats den, her eyes surveying the area. She loved the smell that came from there, she loved the herbs that Foxtail got to work with. She liked everything about what medicine cats did, she had wanted to be one herself as a kit, but she had chossen the path of a warrior instead. Oh well you couldn't change the past.
"Girl! Don't you know when to listen to your elders!"
Swirling around to glare at the tom she snapped, "your not am elder yet old man!"
He snorted flicking his tail over his paws to warm them, his broad shoulders hunched against the cold.
"Steelrain? Are your joints bothering you again?"
Giving another snort, this one dismissive the old tom turned his eyes to the approaching white she-cat. "My joints never hurt girl, what ever gave you that idea!" He was a proud cat, he wouldn't admit that his joints were aching him. "Why arin't you out serving your clan girl! Hunting or potroling!"
Falconeye's whiskers twitched in annoyance, "don't call me girl, and I know full well your joints hurt you," she retorted sharply. "It's obvious in the way you wince every time you shift on your paws, you over-wieght kitty-pet."
Flicking her tortie tail she smirked, she loved talking to Steelrain. He was almost like her. Blunt and stright forward, they could pass witty comments all day and be content. "But seriously, maybe you should go see Foxtail." Or retire to the elders den.
Twisting around, she turned her amber eyes to the medicine cats den, her eyes surveying the area. She loved the smell that came from there, she loved the herbs that Foxtail got to work with. She liked everything about what medicine cats did, she had wanted to be one herself as a kit, but she had chossen the path of a warrior instead. Oh well you couldn't change the past.
"Girl! Don't you know when to listen to your elders!"
Swirling around to glare at the tom she snapped, "your not am elder yet old man!"
