.a familiar path

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briarsong

It wasn't like Briarsong to be lazy, she was usually quite active and out there, ready to lend a paw to her people, but today, oh she couldn't help it today. Who wouldn't want to stop and observe the leaves as they danced in the skies? Like the whole forest was ablaze, yet it didn't hurt like fire should.

Yet the she-cat sighed, before getting to her paws. The best thing she could do now was to hunt, after all, who knew how many months it would until the first snow would drift down. They would spend their times, in hunger and it wouldn't be the first time she would have to go to sleep with a growling belly. Yes, hunting would do.

She exited the windclan camp, alone and raced to the moorlands, allowing the open wind to rush into her like an open storm, her paws as light as the leaves that blew into their territory from the other territories. She paused, whiskers pale as milk twitching before she took of, not nearly as fast as the other racers of her clan, but quite graceful, as she liked to think. Briarsong's mind was quite focused on the text, as she set her eyes on the birds that fluttered on the moorland floor. Trying her best not to rustle any leaves, Briarsong sprang, sliding as she hit the ground. She grunted as the impact moved her, and her claws itched towards a hesitant bird. Her neck bobbed forward and she pierced the avian's neck, before getting to her paws.

Thank you starclan. She whispered, before she looked up. Perhaps she wasn't nearly as graceful as she believed, but wasn't that was she was supposed to do? Continue to learn and adapt? Ever the optimist, Briarsong looked right and left, the next meal for her clan her destination.

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Sparrow was back at camp, the tabby tom looked bored and distant. Hunting had already been planned, and most cats stomachs were filled until they all fully woke up for the morning. It was one of those lazy days where everyone would want to go out for walks with their close friends. Which was great but for those like Sparrowdash who was constantly working it made them more uneasy and slightly irritated. Proving this thought Sparrow's ear twitched at the quiet of the camp most were still sound asleep. It was an average day according to what he saw. The sky was a sort of greying blue like the muzzle of an elder. A few clouds were painted through the sky almost angrily so. The sun just peaked over the trees and stretched out its arms to the cats and creature below. So average was a good word and really he preferred it this way.

Though on the breeze carried a chill every now and then and when one blew through his fur it would cause him to shiver with the cold. During this time of year his pelt was shorter and therefore he was more susceptible to cold until his winter coat kicked in. Stretching out his legs he arched his back into a stretch. His sky blue optics narrowed into slants, he was thinking. Thinking about how he could spend his day. Getting onto his paws he took a quick scope of the area before turning and walking towards the entrance. With a flick of his tail, as if bidding the camp good bye for the moment, he descended down into the ravine and into the pathway towards the open moor lands. His ears perked up and angled forward to detect the even slightest of sounds. His paws pressed into the earth softly as he made his way through the land, the familiar sights and smells allowed him to be at ease, mentally that was. On the outside his body was still rigid as if anything could happen in the next few moments.

That was a pretty good way to describe Sparrow guarded, mysterious, but undoubtedly loyal and trusting to his clan. You can say he just didn't wear his emotions on his sleeves figuratively speaking of course. To see his true form you would have to dig deeper into what made him, him and it took time. Some doubted he even had much feeling at all, but those who looked close enough could detect the emotion in his eyes however brief or lasting it was. A shutter of wings above cause him to freeze, his muscles tightened instinctively before his gaze landed on the soaring creature. Deciding the situation as not likely to succeed he eased his form just a bit and continued on his way. His muscle rolled beneath his coat as he walked showing that he was not a cat to mess around with despite his more thin and broad appearance.

It was true that Sparrow was built for speed and agility while others, much like his brother, were built for battle. He proved to use his speed as his best weapon and his fluid movement for defense. Though it did not make him untouchable for if he was caught under a large force he would more than likely be injured to some extent. Sky colored optics scanned the trees before slightly rising to the brief canopy of leaves above. They were brilliantly shaded autumn colors resembling browns, oranges, and bright yellows. It was sad to think that all of those colors would soon be gone, leaving the bark of the trees and those it sheltered unprotected. Sparrows angled ears caught the sound of softly rushing water, from he recalled the stream was not to far from where he was.

For the oddest of reason he found it inviting and different from the endless hills scene. The cinnamon tabby's ears flicked at the sound of something moving up ahead. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to detect the sound. Sparrow shrugged his broad shoulders it could be another cat or possible an animal in one of the few bushes. He would find out sooner or later right? Or maybe not at all, really he wasn't in the most social of moods. Which was near impossible to avoid being in a clan. His sky colored optics darted to that of a lithe female warrior, Briarsong he recalled. His face was stone like and emotionless as his gaze stretched out to the vast and distant hills. His focus not on anything in particular.