' dont sink the boat ' (open to all)

[' B r a c k e n]

Brackenfur hesitated for the loner to take a bite of the prey but it became apparent that he would not be taking the first bite Brackenfur leaned forward and ripped a piece of the bird off. It wasn't the most deliscious think Brackenfur had ever tasted but it was definently worth the catch and kill. He motioned for Scarredheart to take a bite with his tail "mhmm its good" He struggled to say with his mouth full of bird as he savored the flavors.

[Head{admin}]

After the other cat had taken a bite, Scarredheart tore a chunk of meat from the swan's chest, chewing slowly as he contemplated the taste. Not as good as duck or goose, it was true, but so what? It could taste as nasty as crowfood and he'd be happy. Why? Well, because it was a huge swan just two cats had managed to bring down! "Better than some things," he agreed around a mouthful of food, closing his eyes as he let the sunlight warm his back. It really was a lovely day...but he couldn't dwell on that. He'd bugged this patient warrior too much already with his sad past. But he was still intrigued about this "Petalnose".

"Perhaps you should show her this swan," he mewed suddenly, chuckling slightly at the idea. He knew Gingerleaf would have been impressed enough if he'd shown a swan he'd hunted...but she'd have been more concerned about whether or not he was hurt than impressed. This Petalnose seemed to have the same character as she. "Do you really believe your Clan doesn't trust you?" He asked after a moment, stretching out on one side of the swan and taking another bite. "It isn't paranoia on your part?"

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[Fernpool]

[Ooc: Ooh! I couldn’t resist not joining since its open to all! Feel free to kick Petalnose out though and delete this post.]

Petalnose looked around camp and saw that the tom she had met earlier wasn’t anywhere in sight. She didn’t scent him nearby either. Perhaps that nasty medicine cat was out with him again. Petalnose seethed at the idea until she saw Fernpool pad into her den a few fox lengths away. Guilt washed over the young she-cat as she realized that Fernpool didn’t have that character. The medicine cat would never betray her clan in that way anyways. Deciding to try and be friendly, she padded over and sat in the entrance. ‘Hello Fernpool, do you know where Brackenfur went?” she asked trying to be nice.

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The gentle medicine cat had just padded into her den intent upon checking something Dawnpaw had mentioned earlier. Something relating to a missing comfrey stalk. She had just walked over to check the inventory shelves when Petalnose entered the den and asked about Brackenfur. “Oh, he went out earlier either to hunt or just roam I think.” She replied smiling. The warrior seemed a bit tense and this worried Fernpool slightly.

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Upon hearing the answer, Petalnose nodded in thanks and left the den. She wasn’t on duty now and she wasn’t exactly expected to be doing anything so the young she-cat decided to see if she could find Brackenfur. Exiting the camp, she sniffed and caught his faint scent. Following it, she passed the clan boundaries and entered the area of White Swan lake. This was a place where many rouges and exiles roamed. Why would Brackenfur have come here? Pressing her ears to her head and glancing around nervously, Petalnose shook her head. She was being silly. The she-cat was a perfectly capable warrior that could handle herself if attacked.

Stalking forward, she sniffed around until she spotted Brackenfur ahead. Eagerly she began to bound towards him when suddenly another cat came into view. Coming to an abrupt halt, she hissed and landed in a low crouch. Petalnose was still far enough away that the cats hadn’t seen or sensed her but close enough that she could hear their voices. “Perhaps you should show her this swan,” the rouge was saying. “Do you really believe your clan doesn’t trust you? Isn’t it just paranoia on your part?”

Was the rouge talking about Brackenfur? But… wasn’t the tom clan born? Creeping forward, Petalnose strained her ears to hear more though she was almost certain they would have heard her pawsteps, however light, by now. Deciding to put off the hiding, she straightened up and stepped into the clearing where the two toms were eating what looked like some huge bird. Giving it no second glance, she moved to sit beside Brackenfur and studied the rouge.

“Hello Brackenfur,” she greeted warmly with a bat to his ear from her paw after studying the rouge. She greeted him as well in a slightly more guarded fashion. “Hello, to you too.” Then she with a nod and turned and smiled slightly at Brackenfur. “I thought you had been out with Fernpool,” she confessed somewhat reluctantly before wiggling a few mouse lengths away from the tom and bowing her head somewhat submissively.

[Head{admin}]

Another cat was approaching. Shooting his head up, Scarredheart scanned the area for sight of another cat, although he heard the soft pawsteps before he saw her. The she-cat padded into view and sat down beside Brackenfur, and Scarredheart knew at once who this was--this was Petalnose. No doubt about it.

"Hello," he mewed quietly, nodding his head to show that he intended no harm to either of them. "My name is Scarredheart." And you are Petalnose, he added to himself, tilting his head to one side and studying the she-cat very carefully. Perhaps this would disturb her, but he didn't really care. He was intrigued. She had the same gentle air about her that Gingerleaf had had, and though the two she-cats had some very clear differences, Scarredheart couldn't help but think that they were also much alike. Was this fate? Was he fated to meet this Brackenfur, who was so much like he, himself had been at his age? Perhaps StarClan was giving him a chance to redeem himself. Perhaps he was supposed to make sure this CascadeClan didn't come between these two youngsters.

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[Fernpool]

Petalnose turned her head again and looked up from her paws to the rouge. He seemed to be studying her and Petalnose fluffed herself up untrustingly. “I-I am Petalnose,” she replied still guardedly. Brackenfur seemed to trust this old cat pretty well so Petalnose let her fur lie flat once more and smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She continued in her normal, playful tone and flicked her tail like a kit.

Her tail brushed something soft and feathery causing Petalnose to notice something on the ground between the two cats. Looking down again she saw the body of a great big bird and gasped with a small leap of surprise. It was a swan. She had heard stories as a kit that these birds were wild and attacked cat’s that tried to catch them. Bristling, she looked again. It was dead and it seemed that the two cats beside her were sharing it. Taken aback, she forgot about her surprise and studied the bird. “Did you catch it Brackenfur?” she asked turning her shinning, awe filled eyes onto the brown tom beside her.