Focused and Ready to Strike - Open

[- Leafy -]

Silverdove -

Silverdove perched neatly on her haunches and stared intently down into the river for a few moments, trying, to her little hearts content, to spot the silver flashes of the fish that dwelled in the wet confinements of the watery depths. Her thin whiskers twitched quietly as the silence passed, her sea green eyes never daring to flick away from the water in case she missed any flashes of silver scales or splashing tails, a small frown of concentration and determination set to her maw as she sat neatly, focusing intently. Finally, just as she was beginning to give in to the impatient seconds ticking by her eyes widened and a huge cat grin spread across her face. "Finally!" She thought, excited as she hunched down, her eyes following the movements of the fish every second as her claws slide neatly from their sheaths. "Something for the clan," She thought to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly as she began raising one of her paws, her ear twitching in the direction left of her. She paused, daring to let her eyes flicker from the fish for a few seconds.

Was that the snapping of twigs? ..Couldn't be, for Silverdove recalled coming alone and having no one follow.

She frowned and glanced cautiously back towards the reeds for a few seconds before shaking her head softly and looking back to the water, still ready and poised to strike. She immediately caught sight of the flashing scales again and lashed out at the water, easily hooking the slimy fish her her skillful claws before yanking it from the water and pinning it against the ground as he flopped and gasped for breath. She smirked smugly to herself, proud of the accomplishment, before leaning down and neatly giving a killing blow to the fishes neck with her jaws. Quick and Neat.

Wordcount - 311
Comments - You guys don't know how badly I fail at thinking of Title names. xD It's so unreal, but still.. I can't think of a good title to save my life, sometimes.

[Breezy]

Crowflight had never been the type of cat to interact with others. In fact he'd rather be alone but in a clan that wasn't possible for long so he became what you would call tolerant. He padded softly towards the lake, abruptly stopped mid step at the aroma of another cat. She-cat to be exact and from what he guessed she had been a warrior for quiet some time. Only noticing that fact by the paw steps softly imprinted in the muddy grounds before him. Crowflight letting curiosity take over most of his senses, stalked forward tracking the cat. He wasn't surprised to see Silverdove at the lake. This gorgeous she-cat seem to be one who liked to help the clan and please others with her help. It didn't. disgust him to do such but he hardly would go out of his way to do such as she would from what he observed.

Watching the silver she-cat's paw slice through the water and whisk out a sparkling silver fish. His eyes glistened in amusement at her enchanted face. Things seem to easily brighten her day, to bad he couldn't be that way. Now thinking throughly on it she was like the day to his night. How amusing, he would have to shadow this bit of day just to ironically lighten his mood. He flicked his tail still looking her over. He realized he had never spoken to her so maybe she wasn't exactly as her appearance seemed. He should know better than to judge a book by its cover but everyone did such and that led to problems especially with him.

Foolishly stepping forward unconsciously he broke a twig and crouched a bit lower. Knowing well enough that he faintly blended in with the darkness the reed provided. His amber eyes flashed as she glanced around with those sea green eyes before averting her attention to the water. If he had been from a different clan she would of been in a tight situation but luckily he wasn't. He watched her for several more moments before stepping out of the reeds still silent. He smirked and let his abyssal like voice rumble out his throat. Resting on his haunches after he spoke breaking the silence.

"You over looked possible danger, not wise wouldn't you agree?"

Words-380
Notes- My muse is okay and the title is fine Leaf lol

[- Leafy -]

Silverdove -

Silverdove smiled smugly to herself as she looked over the silvery fish, her bright and tingling with delight as she noticed it was big enough to feed a warrior or queen.. In fact maybe one of the elders would be grateful for it once she got back to camp with it. But for now she had to focus on catching more food instead of focusing on what the clan would think of her catches when she got back. She easily brushed off the cracking twig from earlier and focused back on the river, her eyes trained on the water for signs of any other silver fish. But she was sure that from all of the form splashing that had went one while she got the first one out that it would take a few impatient minutes, on her part, for them to come back.

She sighed softly to herself and sat, pushing her freshly caught fish back off to the side where it would be out of the way, before letting her mind wander for a few minutes, recalling the leaf fall would be upon them all soon. Of course that was never a good thing. It meant that the prey scurried to hide in their burrows from the harsh coldness and it also meant that the river would freeze over, which always left a hole in most of their prey and water supply. She frowned at that and grimaced lightly to herself. And the elders.. What would become of them? The cold fall and winter air was always harsh on them so it would mean a greater chance of green cough. Whisperingwinds' father was already suffering from the disease.. They couldn't risk anymore elders being harmed from it. Maybe, if she had time tomorrow, she could run to some of the twoleg gardens and snag some catnip without getting caught. It would certainly help out Mudstep-

Silverdove snapped from her thoughts, her body growing quite tense as the sudden sound of Crowflight's voice. She looked over, startled since she hadn't known the black tom had been watching, before frowning and slowly beginning to calm down as she listened. Certainly he meant no harm. It was just.. She had never really taken the time to get to know him. They basically never talked. He was also about five moons older so there was a bit of an age difference shoved into their too. "Oh," She murmured softly, giving a faint shrug of her shoulders. "I suppose when you put it like that it was pretty mouse brained of me." She agreed, offering a faint shrug of her shoulders as she glanced briefly back towards the river.

Wordcount - 450
Comments - Lol. Well I'm glad you think so. x3

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Leaf-

A towering spotted figure lumbered through a foreign territory, the massive tom walked in the lush scenery by a sparkling river. The fish seemed so abundant in these parts, yet the rogue has not attempted to hunt for them. The several reeds crunched easily under the tom’s paws, the sound rung crisply through the area. The cat’s pale green eyes looked at the ground, with slight annoyance for he was aware of being in some clan’s territory. Gritting his fangs, he had no other way of walking through the territory without stepping on a few fallen reeds on the ground here and there due to his large paws.

In the beginning, he wanted to go around the territory in hopes to reach good places to hunt; but it seems it will take longer than taking a shortcut. With high alert, the Bengal tom’s ears were upright to hear the many sounds of the forest. Unfortunately, he had heard some cats a good foxlengths away; that is most likely a clan cats in a patrol. Well knowledgeable in clan duties and the caste system, it was normal for the rogue to be on high alert for patrols; that are usually consists of a group of highly trained felines called warriors.

The sound of the rustling reeds made the tom jump for a moment, his heart pounded in terror after being so alert. A gentle wind brushed softly against the tom’s pelt, rustling the reeds beside him and made a serene noise. Easing down from the reeds, he reassured himself he has not been detected since he was still far off from the cats; judging from the scent of the strangers of the clan. The territories always made this specific tom shake like a leaf, since there were so many groups that travel to attack any trespassers as such. Swallowing the tensed up feeling in his throat, the Bengal crouched low to the soft grass; trying to sneak carefully behind the reeds.

Wordcount - 330
Comments - Sorry, I have serious writer's block at the moment... ._.

[Breezy]

Crowflight ears flicked forward and the backwards at the sound of her reply. She hadn't taken hostility towards him and it was a first for him. Other cats within or out of his clan disliked him in addition to slightly respecting him much like the white warrior Frostbite. The fire in his eyes dimmed and he seemed like intrigued by the she-cat. Perhaps it was because of her approach towards him. It caused his mind to race with questions for himself and her of course. Why had she choose such words? Was her purpose for those words were to lead to something significant to her? Maybe she was just stating without a purpose not many cats thought directly through before speaking. He always seem to be over thinking things but it was in such little time most thought it was a clever unconscious response. He had never been afraid to ask for knowledge and he wasn't going to start up the fear of it now. The intimidating voice erupted from his throat.

"Mouse-brained? You would call yourself such? Or are you simply agreeing to disagree? Have you heard things of me you wish not to encounter?"

The few of many questions rolled off his tongue with ease. Since this she-cat took a different approach so would he. It was always nice to show the gentlemen side of him that was taught and long forgotten because he hid it. His ears flicked forward and backward once more as he sniffed the air. Crowflight had been trained well enough to smell far enough but because of his heighten scent his hearing was slightly dimmed. As each of his nostrils inhaled the scent of another his mind raced with possibilities and scenarios. He wasn't certain if it was a clan cat or of what gender but he knew they were far enough not to be of any threat for now. His eyes strayed back to she-cat but his stance changed to an angle were he could see Silverdove and whatever was south from him. He sat down even though he felt tense for obvious reasons, there was a possible threat. He wondered if Silverdove noticed it but there was no need for him to call it out unless she did. Now that his focus was divided his thoughts were as well, half paying attention to the she-cat and making plans for this cats arrival.

Words-400
Notes- Really curious on how Crow will respond to Leaf, I can never actually decide with him until it happens xD

[- Leafy -]

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Silverdove calmly watched Crowflight as he approached, her eyes slight curiously while her tail tip twitched in boredom. She has never known much about the black pelted tom cat, other then the obvious fact that not many cats seemed to both with him or, honestly, like him for that matter. Okay.. So she had heard the occasional creepy rumor over how he was anti social or something but she had brushed that off like the respectful she-cat she was. Her tail coiled neatly around her paws as she gave the tom a once over before she briefly wondered what had caused him to actually approach someone like her. A small she-cat with no particularly interesting personality and not many friends. Nothing special about her, that was for sure. She shook her head briefly when she noticed that was was letting her thoughts overtake her mind and only heard half of the questions Crowflight had began spewing at her. "Heard things? Like what? I've heard nothing of you but your name." She responded in a neat and swift answered reply, her green eyes curiously watching him. She had barely caught any of his other questions so she really hoped that they hadn't been important.

She sighed quietly to herself and let her ear briefly twitch against the nice and cool breeze that slightly chilled her body. The day had been fairly warm so it was nice to have a breeze blowing on her pelt. She paused and frowned suddenly. Crowflight may have stated her unwise of dismissing his presence but she had certainly caught Leaf's scent against the brief wind. She blinked in thought and frowned, suddenly on her guard and letting his green eyes quietly and quickly scan the swaying reeds behind Crowflight. She couldn't really recall the scent off the top of her head so it couldn't be a Riverclanner. Definitely not. This was no scent of fish or Riverclanner. This was the scent of many different things. The musky earth of Shadowclan, the swaying grass of Windclan. It was a rogue and that was something Silverdove couldn't stand. The rude and arrogant creatures. She grimaced faintly and looked back over at Crowflight, noticing how he had really never shown off any emotion to show he had scented the tom. Maybe he hadn't, after all.

Wordcount - 390
Comments - Knowing Crow in probably won't be that good. xD

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Leaf -

Cautiously walking behind the camouflage of the reeds, Leaf continued to pass through his way towards his destination. The thought of the delicious plump mice and birds roamed about in his fantasies, the Bengal's eyes lit with the sunlight in his eyes. The rogue's current destination was the farm outside the clan territories, which was rumored to have any prey a cat can desire. Leaf's lack of hunting skills prevented him to hunt well enough to help himself, which brought him to eat occasional crowfood that had been leftover on the ground by various creatures. At the current situation, the only thing he has going through his head was the hope to survive and make it out alive.

The walk was so far tense and uncomfortable, due to the little guilt he had since the clan cats despised trespassers. Pale green eyes softly gazed about around his surroundings, in watch for any cats that may attack from any direction. In the past, he has been foolishly walking in clan territories without second thought; the thought of it brought shivers down the tom's very spine. His eyes stared through the reeds that surrounded the river, seeing two felines chatting amongst each other at the other side of the river. Thinking about the clan territory, he never knew what their so-called names were. Trying his best not to be detected by moving with the gentle wind blowing through the reeds, Leaf kept continuous watch of the two strangers' movements.

As he watched the clan cats by the river, he was trying to estimate their threat by their body mass and the way the conversed. Leaf thought the tom was definitely not the one to mess with, but then noticed there was a she-cat; he bit his lips immediately. A she cat? Leaf shuddered at the thought of ever fighting with females, even if it was to defend himself. The very flesh of his tingled briefly, from his memories of being brutally injured by the patrols that had few she-cats in them.

Ah, this is not good at all... Leaf bitterly thought to himself as he continued to walk through the reeds.

Wordcount - 371
Comment - Oh Leaf, why didn't you start walking around when every cat was asleep!? Idiot! -face palm-