++Floating Suspicions++ « Thread Started on Jul 25, 2008, 11:00am »
Brightstep hurried to the pile of fresh kill and back again, dragging today's catches into the pile. "Six fish and two eagle kits," he grinned, "That should be enough for at least ten cats." He paused a moment and stretched, letting his claws scratch into the ground.
Shaking his head to rid himself of weariness, Brightstep headed back outside of the camp to catch more fish. There was a strange abundance this morning, which the Fighter was glad for. The fish had been dwindling more and more each day it seemed, and the surplus, as random as it may have been, was welcomed.
'I still have to wonder,' the tom thought, looking into one of the many small rivers running through GullyTribe territory, 'About our new Chief. They were Deputy under Shadystar...I hope they don't follow in the same path. Of course, that's merely wishful thinking.'
Brightstep sighed and began padding through the shallow river in search of food.
Moonlight dashed after Brightstep, somehow managing to stay quiet in the water. She slowed down and nudged his shoulder and mewed quietly, "Good morning Brightstep!" before turning to catch some fish.
She slid into a crouch, eyeing a fish carefully. She slid closer, closer, watching the fish move and slow every time it felt a ripple. Finally she jumped up and whacked the fish out of the water, catching the wriggling thing in her mouth.
She turned around and put it on the ground. "If its okay with you, we can just put the fish we catch here in a pile." she suggested.
"Good morning, Brightstep!" The female voice startled him, but not enough to make him flinch in the water. He dove his head into the water and grabbed a large catfish.
"Good morning," he mewed politely in response.
'Moonlight makes me a little nervous; I can never tell what she's up to,' Brightstep thought carefully.
The female caught a fish deftly and placed it on the ground. "If its okay with you, we can just put the fish we catch here in a pile." she said, recommending this as a prudent course of action. Brightstep smiled and nodded, trying to let go of the stomach unsettling feeling he had with the whole of his Tribe. Despite his loyalty, Brightstep often wondered if he was best suited to this Tribe.
"That sounds good," Brightstep commented, placing his catch on the ground before diving in to get another. 'I even hunt differently,' the tom thought somewhat bitterly to himself.
Moonlight cocked her head. She could tell something was on his mind. She hoped he was okay. He was a very loyal cat, and wanted him to be happy.
She caught two more and asked, "Are you alright Brightstep? You seem troubled."
She watched him catch fish and thought, 'He catches fish different. Maybe it works better than my way.'
She studied it a while longer, then launched herself in the water and dove in, snatching a fish. She came up, dripping with water. She placed it down and mewed with laughter. "Your way is so fun!!" she said happily.
Brightstep looked at Moonlight’s face, which was drenched with water and looked ridiculous. He stifled a laugh and coughed instead. “Thanks, Moonlight,” he said shyly. The truth was, Brightstep loved the water. He was hesitant to go into the river due to the company he had, and the swifter current as of late. He caught a few more fish and then prepared to take them back to camp.
“Are you done here as well, Moonlight? I think I’ve definitely caught enough fish over the course of this morning to feed well over fourteen cats.” He said it a bit proudly; as of late he had been unable to catch as much.
He took only a few fish at a time and darted back and forth from camp to his fishing spot.
Moonlight mewed happily, "Sure thing, Brightstep. You've done really well!" She picked up a few fish and carried them to camp, coming back for a few more.
She looked at the pile of freshkill and nodded at Brightstep proudly. "Great job! You're really good at that!" She patted his shoulder with her tail and went to go pick one to eat.
Brightstep’s whiskers twitched at the contact between him and Moonlight. A shiver ran through his damp fur and he ran to catch up. As he arrived at the now large pile, he picked out several large fish and looked down.
“I’m going to deliver these around the camp to the Elders, Queens and Kits before I eat any…” He ran off to do as he said.
As Brightstep trotted back, he picked out a catfish and sat down to eat it. He was amazed by the abundance of fish still, though he knew it wouldn’t last for long.
Willowpelt padded up to Brightstep with a fish in her mouth. "May I sit with you?" she asked happily. "I see you've done very well on the fresh-kill. Excellent job!"
She liked Brightstep; he was nice, a hard worker, and an easy cat to get along with. He was an excellent friend, she was sure.
Brightstep nodded his head in thanks and continued to eat, shy that suddenly his usually distant Tribemates would come to talk to him. It made him slightly suspicious, but he kept his cherry outside demeanor. As the silence droned on, Brightstep began to feel awkward.
“So,” he said, pretending to be absentminded, “Who do you think will be chosen to go to the next meeting at the Pass-Through Place? I wonder if our chief will take many cats.” He chewed somewhat thoughtfully on the catfish.
Willowpelt smiled. "I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure you'll get to go though. You've made excellent progress. The chief notices it." She took a bite and swallowed. "So, how do you like being a Fighter of GullyTribe?" she asked, curious.
She knew he might be having some trouble. "Are you alright? I mean, you do like it here, don't you?" she asked. "I can help if you want." She hoped he was at home here. She thought GullyTribe was a great Tribe, but not everyone had to think that.
Re: ++Floating Suspicions++ « Reply #10 on Aug 12, 2008, 3:20pm »
Brightstep smiled. “I would be honored to attend. I enjoy fighting; it changes up the hunts.”
‘Everyone here…is loyal.’ Brightstep finished eating and sat up.
“As for being okay…GullyTribe is home. It always will be.” He gave a sincere smile and padded off with some fish to give to the Elders.
‘However, everyone here…is in love with what we stand for. I wish I could stand for something else.’ The conflicted tom made small-talk with the Elders before moving on to the Queens and Kits with more fish.
‘I need a change…I can’t let anyone understand me.’
Re: ++Floating Suspicions++ « Reply #11 on Aug 12, 2008, 3:41pm »
Willowpelt sighed when Brightstep walks (Incorrect Tense) away. She finished her fish and licked her lips, in thought. 'Why do you distance yourself, Brightstep? What are you trying to do?' she thought to herself. She stood and went off in her favorite corner and began giving herself a bath. She licked her arms, wondering what to do until night patrol. She would just try to squeeze some more sleep in. 'Take any opportunities to sleep.' she thought.
Re: ++Floating Suspicions++ « Reply #12 on Aug 15, 2008, 9:56am »
Brightstep watched from a distance as Willowpelt finished her fish and went off somewhere. He sighed and returned to the queens, staying to talk a while. After time passed, he stalked back out to the river to inspect the fish count. As he waited several minutes watching them, he nodded his head.
‘Just as I suspected,’ he thought, ‘The population is lowering again. I should get as many fish as I can before the river is drained of food again.’
Brightstep quickly gathered another five fish and hurried them back to the camp before looking around for the Deputy to warn them of the lowering fish count.
-[Remember the dark, the dusk, the dawn, in each there lies both dark and light. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, there will always be red in our sight.]-
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