Sharing Tongues - August (OPEN)

(See This thread for all the stuff that's happened between July's topic and now.)

Oakstar padded into the clearing of camp. His pelt covered in leaves and sticks from the patrol he had just run. The sun was only just beginning to lower in the sky, taking away the immense heat of the day as he sighed and rested his weary paws in the shade by highrock.

The sight of his clan milling around in relaxation gave him peace of mind as he licked his forepaws to clean them, then rested his head on them with a soft sigh. Amber eyes closing in a slight doze.

Harefoot tripped over Oakstar, his long legs refusing to cooperate as he stumbled and landed in a pile just next to the leader. At first he was confused and then embarrassed as he realized who he'd just fallen over, and he scrambled up with a gasp of horror at his own klutziness. "Oh, StarClan, Marsh--Oakstar! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! I was carrying moss to the elder's den and I couldn't see in front of me, are you okay?" He meowed in a panic, scraping up the loose moss he'd accidentally scattered everywhere on impact.

Lynxtail walked into camp with the other members of his hunting patrol, two squirrels clutched proudly in his maw. He set them gingerly on the fresh-kill pile, selecting a vole that was a few days old (and slightly squished), and moving towards the center of camp. He had done well today- two pieces of prey meant that he was allowed to eat one piece, and since they were squirrels, he could eat something bigger than a mouse. He eagerly wolfed down the vole, only pausing when a commotion nearby caught his attention.

The young tom grinned lopsidedly, finishing his small meal before padding towards Harefoot and Marsh- er, no, Oakstar. "What's going on?" The golden-brown tom mewed, looking from one cat to the other curiously.
Lynxtail found that he often missed things nowadays, although he chalked it up to a small bug, nothing really serious. Still, he couldn't help noticing that recently, his brain had been a bit... slower? That didn't seem like the right word for it... It was more like he was in a fog of some sort- a bird could fly right past his head and he wouldn't notice unless he was already staring at it. It was nothing that wouldn't go away on its own, surely, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

OOC: aah have this word dump, i've got no muse

A sharp pain brought Oakstar awake as his amber eyes snapped open. A pained yowl in the back of his throat as he twisted to see what had just happened. The sight of a sheepish Harefoot set him at ease as he laid back down and curled his tail close to him, licking the spot that had been stepped on to soothe it.

"You should be having an apprentice help with that." He meowed calmly as the pain stopped and he stood, collecting some of the scattered moss calmly. He looked up at Lynxtail as he was asked what happened and chuckled. "Well, I was a foolish tom who slept with my tail uncurled." He looked over at Harefoot with a cheerful grin as he stretched. Preparing to help make the delivery for the elders as he looked at Lynxtail. "How was the hunting today?"