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POSTED ON: Feb 6, 2022 1:39:58 GMT 12
living that wild life not stopping now no way Her paws were aching a little by the time Batstorm returned to camp, a white chicken feather held gently between her teeth. She'd been poking around the area near the twoleg farm, mainly looking for interesting things but also keeping an eye out for prey while at it. She hadn't come out to hunt - rather, she had spent almost the entire morning just searching for collectable items - but since she was near the farm, she figured she'd keep an eye out for a stray chicken or something.
She hadn't found a stray chicken, but she did find evidence that one might have been around - a single white feather left behind. She hadn't bothered to try to track the chicken, assuming the feather had even belonged to one and not some other type of bird. Batstorm didn't really care though, she was just going to call it a chicken feather and be done with it. Anyway, she hadn't been in the mood to hunt, so she'd just picked the feather up and returned to camp to add it to her collection.
Entering camp, she headed over to the warrior's den, and stopped at the corner where her nest was. Her nest itself was just a few strands of bracken and heather tangled together to make the ground softer to sleep on, but woven into or placed around the edges were the items that made up her collection. So far, it only consisted of a couple of tiny feathers from some unknown bird, a pretty stone, and a funny-looking stick; not surprising, given how picky she was about what she kept. Carefully, she tucked the feather into the nest, next to the other feathers, then stepped back to study how her collection was coming along. i haven't roleplayed warriors for so long so i hope this is okay xD [googlefont=Marck Script][googlefont=Open Sans]
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POSTED ON: Feb 25, 2022 20:10:26 GMT 12
each new chapter of our lives requests an old part of us to fall and a new part of us to rise.
TAGS: Batstorm WORD COUNT: 234
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#94bdeb Fawnheart had been keeping an eye on the sleek tunneller, a smile on her face as she watched Batstorm trot across the moor with a feather in her mouth. Having come from generations of tunnellers now, the deputy knew she could spot a formidable fellow tunneller when she saw one.
Originally, her interest had been peaked when she'd spotted Batstorm entering camp with a small rock, and again was perplexed as she'd been enjoying a lunch when the other molly had been focused on adjusting the stick into the bedding. Fawnheart had collected small trinkets in her youth, but once she'd become a warrior, the hobby seemed to have gotten away from her.
But now, she felt inspired again as she watched the shadowy silhouette neatly tuck the feather away and step back eye look over the fruits of her labor. The mottled molly had been sleeping soundly for the first time in what seemed like ages since Rabbitstar's death, and had woken to the pleasant delight of Batstorm adding onto her collection. Standing to all fours, gingerly she strode over, admiring the trinkets.
"The feather is a lovely touch, Batstorm," she complimented with a sanguine grin. "I hear at the gatherings that the cats of Riverclan are in the market for feathers for their own dens, you might be able to convince one to trade you one for a fish scale or two!"
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POSTED ON: Mar 1, 2022 17:54:31 GMT 12
living that wild life not stopping now no way Pawsteps drew her attention away from her nest and towards the approaching cat, Fawnheart. Batstorm tensed when the deputy approached, wary of the other potentially getting too close to her collection and messing it up. Fawnheart, however, didn't do that, seemingly just wanting to admire the collection. Batstorm relaxed, but still stepped closer to the nest to better safeguard it as she turned to face her clanmate.
"Thank you," she responded, a small hint of the wariness she was feeling slipping into her voice.
As she listened to Fawnheart's suggestion of trading feathers for fish scales, Batstorm raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "I wouldn't have thought they'd be agreeable enough." She wouldn't have pegged another clan as being willing to trade things, although she hadn't exactly tried. After a quick glance back at her nest, she thought fish scales could look quite nice alongside everything else. And, as a bonus, it would keep her busy to find feathers and plan a way to trade. Maybe she would give it a try.
While waiting for possible elaboration from Fawnheart about her suggestion, it occurred to Batstorm that few others had ever shown interest in her collecting habits. A few curious looks here and there, but otherwise she was left alone to do her hobbies. "Why are you interested, anyway?" Her tone was not unfriendly, but also not particularly gentle.
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POSTED ON: Mar 22, 2022 11:16:25 GMT 12
each new chapter of our lives requests an old part of us to fall and a new part of us to rise.
TAGS: Batstorm WORD COUNT: 265
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#94bdeb The deputy watched as the molly tensed and relaxed, worrying whether she'd overstepped a boundary or shared a recommendation when one hadn't been wanted. But the tunneller's thank you helped to soothe her nerves.
As she mentioned Riverclan, Fawnheart couldn't help but beam at being able to share more. "Riverclan cats are unique, make no mistake," she joked with a chuckle, "and their attitudes towards most things are dogmatic. But," she clicked with her tongue, "from what I have heard and observed, they take great pride in collecting."
Glancing back at Batstorm's collection, "and I can see why, your collection seems very personal to who you are, and both the reflection of that and how quickly it's growing are impressive."
The obsidian tunneller's question didn't throw her off-guard at all, their clan wasn't necessarily full of collectors and it was rare to shower other cats with gifts. "I use to have quite the collection myself, when I was a kit. Some of my collection came with me to the apprentice den, even. I suppose I thought it'd be easy to keep on with it." The deputy sighed softly in the realization, but shook her head as if to clear out her own remorse for having lost the hobby.
"How time has flown," she whispered quietly to herself before looking back up at the other molly. "I suppose I'm interested because I am keen to see what else you may add to your collection, and you've inspired me to start collecting once again myself." She swished her tail, lightly brushing it against Batstorm's shoulder in gratitude.
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POSTED ON: Apr 14, 2022 1:02:54 GMT 12
living that wild life not stopping now no way The more the deputy complimented Batstorm's collection, the more Batstorm felt proud of her collection. She had started collecting things so she'd have something to do in-between her chores, but she'd never really treated her hobby as anything more than a time-wasting device. She did love collecting things, though, so maybe she should start putting more effort into it.
"In that case, maybe I should take some feathers to the next gathering and see if I can find a willing trader," she responded with a smile.
Her ears pricked when Fawnheart mentioned she used to collect things. "I only really started collecting things recently," Batstorm said, her earlier wariness forgotten. "I started as a kit, but most of the stuff I collected then was forgotten pretty quick."
It was nice, being able to talk about collecting with someone who understood the hobby, even though she never felt any need to talk about it. It then occured to her that having a hobby in common with Fawnheart was an opportunity to make friends with the deputy. Friends were not a luxury Batstorm really had, and it would be nice to fix that.
She was about to tell Fawnheart she could always start collecting again when the deputy expressed her renewed interest. "Maybe we can go out on a hunt for collectibles together sometime?" Batstorm asked instead, hoping she was asking the right thing. It felt right, but all the time she spent staying out of her mother's way meant she was lacking experience when it came to involving herself with others. "I can show you the spots where I find the best things."
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