[ti]Open[/ti]Elder Party

[silverfang218]

River of Stars does not like to be doted on or taken care of like the elder she is. As it is, a lot of to-bes are scared of the elders den because of River, and those who aren’t scared of her probably should be. While she would prefer to hunt for herself, her body and her clanmates would likely create a riot if she tried, so River has taken to fetching the caught-prey for her denmates which only currently consists of her brother and a single other elder.

Today she has returned to the den with a rabbit for her and her brother, Star that Guides, to share. Star pushes himself into a sitting position, though it takes considerable effort to do so. He murmurs a thank you to his sister, who merely nods. River turns her attention to their denmate. “Would you like anything, Eagle? I swear I’m going to turn to stone just like the Ancient Ancestor if I don’t stretch my legs… except they’ll call me the Ancient Grump.”

[mewmehh]

The inner bustle of the Tribe's camp was relatively calm, soft voices carrying on the gentle forest breeze that rustled the high-reaching canopy. As quiet as everything was, it would've likely been easy to miss the floaty ball of feathers and moss that silently bounced into the Elders' den if it weren't for the big body that collided into it moments later. The cream and white form of Seed of Fallen Fruit tackled the poor thing with such vigor that it went poof beneath the weigh of his young muscles, crumbling across the lichen-touched den floor. The oafish tom only blinked slowly in response to the state of his former toy, his warm amber eyes glowing dimly.

"Uh-oh," Seed meowed simply, only then looking up to see the faces of the elders, hardly registering where it was he had ended up. Twitching a floppy ear, he wiggled his nose at the hare and mewed, "What's that?"

[chickenbatnana]

''I bet'cha the Ancient Ancestor is offended, who knew what that poor thing had to endure, and here you are complaining about your rusty joints!'' Eagle chuckled at herself. She was in a good mood today, but wasn't she always? ''But yes, River, I would very much appreciate a mouse, maybe a vole.'' She closed her eyes for a second. Eagle, being the oldest cat in the tribe, was often taken care of by her Tribe-mates. She didn't mind it because her body was very obviously deteriorating. Though she still always took the time to be kind and helpful when she had the chance. ''So, have you two heard of the new kits lately? I would imagine they could come by to visit by now.'' Every time new kits were born the old she-cat got excited, talking her denmates ears off about it. She loved kits, despite never having had them of her own. Just when she mentioned them again, a small cat entered the elders' den.

''Why, hello little one!'' Eagle greeted him kindly. ''Come come, sit with us.'' She invited him into their den, even if River may not have appreciated it. ''You must be Seed of Fallen Fruit.'' That last thing she more or less noted to herself. She was getting old, it wasn't like you could blame her for having to remember stuff by just saying it. She smiled when the kit noted the hare. ''That's a hare, it's caught-prey, we eat it.'' Eagle nudged the small animal towards Seed. ''Now, personally I don't like hare, but you can try a bite if you want.''

[silverfang218]

“Well, I feel like the Ancient Ancestor can feel some of my pain here. Seems like it might have some rusty joints itself.” River is also in a relatively good mood today. She usually remains in a good mood, even if she is a bit snappy even at the best of times. River’s playful expression quickly turns amused though as Eagle mentions the new kits. It’d be hard for Star or River to not know about the kits, as Eagle speaks of new kits constantly. Neither sibling minds much, though, as while River isn’t a huge fan of kits, she’ll contently humor her denmate. With instructions to find a mouse or vole, River turns to leave the den only to stop short as a kit bounces into the den. Speak of kits and they shall come. Giving a little chuckle, River carefully steps past Seed to continue on her mission to find Eagle some caught-prey.

While River likes quiet kits, Star, on the other paw, absolutely loves all kits. His soft chuckle mirrors his sister’s as he creeps a bit closer to the kit and the hare. “Ahh, Seed was it? Here, come share it with me, if you want. I can’t eat it all by myself and old Eagle ain’t gonna help me.” The soft-spoken tom purrs to the young kit. His eyes glimmer in amusement as he gives Eagle a quick glance. He doesn’t have much right to call her old though, as he and River aren’t much younger and Star is probably in the worst shape of the bunch, but the old tom is always in a lighthearted, joking mood.

[mewmehh]

Seed gave Eagle a smiling look as he moved his honey-hued eyes from the caught-prey to the elder she-cat and a tiny purr rumbled in his throat. The young tom-kit then flicked his gaze over to Star and beamed even brighter, padded in a bit of wading motion over to the older tom who summoned him. Plopping down on the den floor, the creamy tom reached down with his new agape towards the rabbit's body. With his tiny teeth, the kit pierced the hare's side and clamped tight before pulling back.

A goofy look was worn on his face as Seed chewed absentmindedly on a thick tuft of dusty fur. With his small, kit-sized chompers, it seemed he had only managed to grab a mouthful of fur and missed the meat completely. Still, he made an effort to consume the mawful happily as his warm gaze glittered at the pair of elders.