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Subject: The Experienced Three Mon 6 May 2024 - 18:42
It was early morning - far before sunrise and before anyone was stirring in the camp- all who remained awake was the night time guard and they were almost done with their shift.
Right on time- to the minute Sprucebarks eyes blinked open. He was currently cuddled up in his next side by side his mate scorchlight. He slowly moved over lifting his paw off her not wanting to awaken her. He got to his paws and tip-pawed out of the warrior den. He spent the next couple of minutes grooming his pelt over- getting all near and tidy. By the time he was done not a hair stood out of place on the orderly fellow-
He shuffled on his paws for a little bit - waiting a minute or two before he inevitability got impatient as he often did whenever he had to wait. He gave a little sigh- he closed his eyes thinking back to his memory- who was with him on this morning patrol- he had to replay the part his mum had told him yesterday afternoon- let’s see what was he doing when she told him- thinking about where he was helped him remember.
He had been talking with his son -elm paw about the apprentices recent behavior and how he needed to be more careful- the code oriented warrior sometimes wondered how his son was raised by him. They were just both so different.
Oh right- she had told him it was herself and stormdance- he remembered because at the time he had been super excited for this. Although now- even the orderly rom wanted to curl up into his nest once more on this chilly morning.
He gave a little sigh- and silently went back to warrior den where he soon after found his mum nest and his brothers nest. He gently poked at them awakening them both.
“Come- you will be late” he meowed quietly walking out of the den - when they arrived he was ready and flicking his tail timingly almost as he tapped his front paw against the ground pacing back and forth.
“We are gonna be lateeee” he meowed stressed. There was always the guarantee that he was worried about being on time to the exact second.
He gave his mum a quick nuzzle and purred happily pawing at his older brother (adoptive) and leaned against him affectionately as well.
“Come come!” He meowed and darted towards the camp exit glancing over his shoulder knowing poppyshine should technically be lead of this patrol-
And of course- if there was one thing that could slow down the freight train that was sprucy when he was late was the unquestionable reliability that he would abide by every rule including one so trivial and detailed as that mum should lead this patrol due to her being deputy and most experienced one here-
He skidded on his paws skirtttt sliding to a stop to let her go first . The loyal custom - following tom was wide awake now and alert as ever
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Characters : Stormdance (S) Rainfrost (R) Sunpool (Su) Wrenpaw (W) Hawkmist (H) Clan/Rank : Riverclan, Tier 5 Warrior (S) Skyclan, Tier 3 Warrior (R) Riverclan, Tier 2 Warrior (Su) Riverclan, Apprentice (W) Shadowclan, Tier 2 Warrior (H) Number of posts : 1039 Gender : Transmasc, he/they Age : 23
Subject: Re: The Experienced Three Thu 16 May 2024 - 16:40
Stormdance
And there will come a day...
Stormdance, as he grew older, had become an increasingly heavy sleeper. Unless it was storming or his mind was churning with worry, once he fell asleep he found it difficult to awaken again. Although his rest had been more fitful lately, sleeping had gotten harder without Brookstone curled against his side, that was still more or less true. It’s why he didn’t blink open his eyes until he heard a familiar voice urging him awake. Sprucebark was already going to awaken his mother before Stormdance had really processed enough to do more than make a soft chirp of sleepy confusion, but then he remembered his planned patrol with Sprucebark and Poppyshine.
The large gray tom pulled himself reluctantly out of his nest, shaking out his fur and giving himself a quick, customary groom just to make sure his fur wasn’t sticking out in strange places. There was a familiar weight that settled on his shoulders when he looked at his nest, but for now, he was quick to chase off the feelings to instead focus on joining Sprucebark and Poppyshine outside, not wanting to stress out poor Sprucebark about the time any more than he already had.
Stormdance couldn’t help the soft, affectionate laugh that left him as Sprucebark pawed at him, and he gave his younger brother a quick, encouraging head bump against the shoulder before Sprucebark darted outside. Stormdance exchanged a small, warm smile with Poppyshine. So much had changed and they had lost a lot over the past few moons, but at least Sprucebark’s strict adherence to the rules would never change. The familiarity was a comfort.
Sprucebark skidding to a stop gave Stormdance’s slower pace the chance to catch up, and he relaxed as he settled into step with the other two cats. He looked up at the sky to gauge the time and rumbled softly, “We made it out on time,” To Sprucebark, a soft reassurance. “It looks like it’ll be a good day, weather wise. Lucky for us, since we won’t get rained on.” He blinked the last of the sleepiness from his eyes and smiled again at his companions. He’s known Poppyshine since he was only a kit, and he’s known Sprucebark since the younger tom was born. It was nice that they were both still here, that they could all go out like this. Stormdance was trying to stay grateful for those things these days, to remind himself of the good.
