Stuff Happens (CLOVEN)

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[atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/wildmid.png] Wildfang was having what you could call an off day. His day started off with getting a thorn wedged deep into his paw pad. Heading off to the medicine cat den first thing in the morning always meant trouble in some shape or form. And sure enough it happened when he was set to go on a hunting patrol with Brindlestream. Not that there was anything wrong with the young queen, StarClan no. however when he poked his head into the den to see her sleeping soundly, he couldn't bring himself to wake her. After all, the kits could drain a queen quite easily. And so Wildfang left for the hunt on his own. The new deputy would surely tell Brindlestream about the hunting, and so Windfang figured that going on ahead to hunt would be alright. Wrong. He'd only been out for a short time and already he'd lost three pieces of prey. "Today is a horrible day." the tom grumble, irritantion pricking at his paws. He was never this bad, ever, and his mind whirled on what could be the problem. Of course, one thing came to mind, but there was no way he was going to think about her. The hairless wonder in the clan. Shaking his pelt from ears to tail-tip he sat down and began to groom himself lightly. Hopefully Brindlestream would be along soon and they could work together to track down some prey. 240 words written for brindlestream while listening to losing grip by avril lavigne Notes? Sorry it's kinda crappy ^__^;

[Cloven]

Brindlestream

Brindlestream woke later than she had planned on. Having hoped to join Wildfang on a hunt. Gingerkit had been rather difficult the night before, though. More so than usual. The little kit had decided she didn't want to go to sleep, she didn't want to listen to her mother. She didn't want to mind at all. She wanted to play. Brindlestream had to give up on the kit, letting her chase bugs and leaves around the den. She had been told not to leave the den, under a heavy warning of punishment should she be found out of the den.

She doubted the kit had paid attention to her, and was just sure when she woke up it would be to some cat telling her what her kit had gotten into in the night. And yet, the kit was curled up snug next to her mother in the morning. Her orange fur glowing in the noon soon as it slipped into the den. Telling Brindlestream that she had over slept much more then she thought she would. Why didn't Wildfang wake me?

Moving carefully, trying not to wake Gingerkit, who had gotten so big it was hard not to. The young kits eyes flickered behind their lids, but didn't open. She let out a low breath of air. Since she didn't have her voice, this was her way of mewing in her sleep. "Sleep on, kit. I've got work to do." The tortoiseshell queen slipped out of the den and looked around camp, wondering if maybe Wildfang was waiting for her. She figured he wouldn't, and when she asked around, she was told he had been seen leaving earlier.

Mewing a thanks, Brindlestream trotted off to exit camp. Picking up his scent just outside the entrance. It didn't take her long to find him, surprisingly enough. She had never been the best tracker, but, she was a good runner, allowing her to cut the track time in half if she knew where she was going. The Great Sycamore was a great hunting area, more so if there were only a few hunting. He would probably already have a few pieces of prey.

"Greetings, Wildfang," She murmured as she neared him. "Sorry for over sleeping."

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[Toxyk-Melodi]

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[atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/wildmid.png] Wildfang jumped a little at the sound of Brindlestream. Shaking his head he cursed himself inwardly. He usually wasn't that easy to sneak up on. Especially since he always liked to watch cats, if you know what I mean. Coughing lightly he put on his normal masquerade and turned to Brindlestream. "Quite alright. I figured you could use your beauty sleep. No sense in losing touch on yourself with your kit around darling." he purred. He had to admit, now he felt a little better. A little more normal. Or at least as normal as Wildfang could get. Standing he stretched his limbs before looking around. "There are some squirrels here and there. Not that I want to admit this, but I already lost three of them. I'm a bit off today, so I'm glad you showed. I was hoping we could tag team it." he meowed. Looking back at Brindlestream he smiled. "I could scare them out of the trees and have you ambush them here below if that sounds alright?" Wildfang's eyes lit up at the thought. It had been a while since he had hunted in a team, and the thought seemed ever so inviting with the pretty young cat. Oh yes...I'm back in action. he thought, a grin forming onto his maw. 219 words written for brindlestream while listening to like whoa by aly & aj Notes? Blah