Coming to Terms [c]

Gender: Female
Rank: T1 Warrior

Now that she was a warrior, Nectarflower could come and go pretty much as she pleased once her tasks were done for the day. After finishing hunting for the day, she had promptly left and went wherever her paws would take her.

She hadn't even realized she was at the gorge until the sound of the crashing river below was nearly overwhelming.

The tortoiseshell she-cat stood at the edge for a while, the wind tugging at her fur as she stared down at the current. With Riverclan holding control over the gorge, she was careful not to stray over the border.

And yet, she couldnt help but look out at the land and wonder which clan would come after them next.

The thought of losing more clanmates frightened her more than she could say. She wouldn't know how to cope if anything happened to Ferntwist or Sootstorm. Who would she visit the flower fields with? Or hunt with?

It would all work out though, she was sure of it. Shrikestar wouldn't let any more cats die, and if he did...well, he wasn't the cat she thought he was.

Nectarflower looked around, taking in the scenery. It was probably time to return, cats might start missing her if she didn't get back soon. Maybe she could check on her garden or make a few new flower bundles?

At least then, she would be in the camp in case anything were to happen.

Gender: Female
Rank: T1 Warrior

Nectarflower sat peacefully for a little while longer, unable to tear herself away from the loud cacophony of the wind and the river below. Despite the noise, she felt more at peace than she had in several moons. Just as she finally got up to leave, the sound of pounding paw steps caught her attention.

The tortoiseshell she-cat whipped around to face the oncoming threat, unable to see who or what it was with the sun beating right into her face. She squinted and braced for impact, her claws sliding out when the cat raced past her, seeming to be completely oblivious to her presence.

She turned, confused, and watched the cat for a bit before finally recognizing him. Goodness! It was just Weaselfoot! She'd been frightened for nothing then.

As he circled back around, having noticed her apparently, Nectarflower relaxed her body, bidding her fur to lie flat. She didn't want to look like a fool in front of Weaselfoot, especially not when he'd just been getting some exercise.

With a gentle smile, Nectarflower padded closer to Weaselfoot, her green eyes soft. "Hey! And just spooked a little is all. No harm done." She laughed at herself for her over reaction and tipped her head to the side, curious.

"What're you doing out here anyway? I know it's none of my business but...it doesn't seem like you were hunting." She lifted her head to look around before smiling again. "And I don't see anything chasing you."

To be honest, Nectarflower had expected to be completely alone out here, but this was a welcome surprise. She had been meaning to get to know Weaselfoot better.

Gender: Female
Rank: T1 Warrior

Nectarflower laughed softly, amusement glimmering in her green eyes. "That's true enough I suppose." Dogs, foxes, rogues, even Shadowclan wouldn't be able to keep up with a fit Windclan cat like Weaselfoot. She smiled at him, silently wondering just why she had never gotten to know the talented tom.

She tipped her head to the side, surprised by his offer. she hadn't necessarily meant to imply that he should be doing something else, but this worked in her favor, so she rolled with it. "That's not a bad idea at all actually." She paused for a moment to stretch her legs before bounding up to the taller warrior.

"How about we make it a bit of a challenge, hm?" She had heard of Weaselfoot's spirit and figured he might enjoy a bit of a twist to their impromptu hunting session.

Smiling, the multi-colored she-cat whisked her tail to the side, a mischievous twinkle in her gaze. "Whoever catches the biggest, fattest rabbit wins, yeah?"

It wasn't often that she got to have a little fun, especially not since their crushing loss of the gorge to Riverclan's claws. It was just one thing after another but this could be a good change of pace for her. Perhaps she could even convince Weaselfoot to a trip to the flower fields sometime in the future?

She hadn't been there in a good while, much to her chagrin.

Gender: Female
Rank: T1 Warrior

Nectarflower grinned. He was taking the bait, just like she'd thought he would. She laughed brightly and shoved Weaselfoot with her shoulder, tail lashing playfully. "Oh please! I bet I could out-hunt you any day!" She lingered for a moment before stepping away, her gaze fixed on the tall tom. He was more fun than she had expected! He'd always seemed so serious before but now...

She hesitated for a moment, then turned, her head lifted as the scent of rabbit wafted over the hill toward them. It seemed like there were two nearby. The young she-cat smirked at Weaselfoot, her fur bristling with excitement.

At the same moment, they took off down the slope and as she raced toward one of the rabbits, Weaselfoot ran the opposite way and before long, had dissapeared from view.

Nectarflower moved with a practiced grace, her pawsteps falling lightly on the ground as she slowed down so as not to alert the rabbit to her presence. As the fluffy creature came into view, Nectarflower's gaze flitted over the terrain until she finally spotted its warren. She just needed to get between it and its den.

She circled around the rabbit and once she was in position, Nectarflower burst out from the tall grass, putting on a burst of speed. The rabbit froze, its instincts caught between flight or freeze and by the time it decided to run, it was too late.

Her claws bore down on the rabbit, catchibg in its fur as she dragged it toward her. With one bite, she dispatched the animal, holding on as it drew its last breath.

It wasnt a particularly impressive catch, being a little on the scrawny side. She frowned softly - it looked pretty young, it probably hadn't quite figured out how to survive on it's own yet. She shrugged though and hoisted it in her jaws to bring back to Weaselfoot, a pleased little smile on her face.

Though she probably didn't win, she was happy to just get to spend time with Weaselfoot after all of these moons. So, with a quiet purr rumbling in her throat, she pranced back up the slope, eager to see his catch.

Gender: Female
Rank: T1 Warrior

Nectarflower smiled at Weaselfoot as they met, each of them sporting their catches. His was certainly larger and more well fed than the young rabbit she had hunted down, but she wasn't bitter at all. Rather, the challenge had been fun, more fun than she had experienced in a long while. The young warrior laid down her rabbit, silently thanking Starclan for sending Weaselfoot to her.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun too!" She purred softly. Until now, she only ever spent her days with Sootstorm and Ferntwist. Now though, they seemed far too busy to spend much time with her. Maybe, Weaselfoot could keep her company. Despite what she'd heard and expected, he was so much more fun and interesting than she had thought.

At his sudden request, Nectarflower lifted her head, tail going up with it. Do something else? She moved closer to Weaselfoot, eyes bright with excitement. This was her chance to get to know him! "Something else sounds great."

Nectarflower didn't miss the downturn in his mood, however. With a gentle nudge against his shoulder, the tortoiseshell warrior gestured toward the distant edge of Windclan's territory - in the direction of the flower fields. "What'dya think of going to the flower fields? It's probably the best place to go when I'm feeling down." Which was true enough, but this time, she'd have a friend with her.

And friend - especially a new one - would undoubtedly make for a fun time! She could show Weaselfoot all of her favorite flowers and they could even take a look at those warrens she had heard so much about!