[ti]Private[/ti]Pesticides Kill Flowers

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw had stormed out of the camp as fast as his paws could take him. He didn't understand how the tribes work. He didn't understand why a leader never left camp, and why they were so disrepectful that they had to keep poking and proding. After all, Sootheart had delivered a message to Talon, which seemed to simmer him down some, however he piped back up when Mudjaw even looked at some of the tribe cats he wasn't fond of the whole one meal a day deal, he didn't understand that either, thus had decided it would be best to cool off on a hunt. Perhaps he could bring back something for he and Rookheart to share.

Little did he know he heard the faint steps of Swanfur behind him. He scowled slightly, prissy paw had decided she wanted to hunt too, or perhaps nag him about her father. So what he chose to join IvyClan, I mean they were the best anyways so he wasn't really surprised by that. That and his new kits were in IvyClan, as far as he was concerned he had been a good father to them, doting on them as much as possible before they joined the big world of apprentice ship...if they weren't apprenticed already. How long had they been gone now? Everything had been a blur and was pushing everything together.

He chose to ignore the white she-cat, or at least not acknowledge her. Anything to avoid an argument was best. At least in his eyes. His paws had carried him to swift water, nothing seemed to be around at all. He honestly wondered how they survived out ear. He swiveled his ears watching the roaring water, then his eyes trailed the way the water was flowing. He missed being home. Really they found what they needed, it wasn't like they really needed to stay any longer right?

As he turned around he noticed the same cat who had been prodding him earlier. Unknown to him, Talon had sent Flower to show Mudjaw the best places to hunt. He sighed rather loudly, tail lashing back and forth. "I'm not some freak for you to poke at you know. what do you want now?" He mewed sternly.

[LupTacco]

FLOWER HIDING IN FERNS
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Flower rolled his eyes as Talon gave him his task, pretending to stifle a fake yawn. The brown-hued tom wasn't always the most keen to pick up on even the most obvious signs of disinterest, so the tabby prey-hunter really had to lay it on thick. Alas, it didn't work, and now he was in charge of leading Muddy Jaw around to hunt. I wanna hunt too, he pouted, but decided to go along with it. Might as well make sure that pudgy "clan" cat didn't take all the good prey.

He followed in silence, a bored, loose frown on his muzzle and his eyes half-lidded. Muddy Jaw, the most boring of all their new visitors, surely. So accustomed to going out in pairs where one always knew if they were followed or sent to follow, Flower Hiding in Ferns never even considered that he should perhaps step a little heavier or in some way alert the brown tabby to his presence, and seemed a little confused for a moment when he asked him, "What do you want now?"

"Wellll," Flower shrugged, "I'd really like to hunt but Talon of Bossiest Bird told me to show you some of the better hunting grounds for someone who might not know 'the dangers of certain parts' of our land." The slim tom flicked his tail at the water-soaked log, explaining, "For example, the best prey is over on the other side of the river, but getting over there is something of a hazard." Feeling mischievous and quite bored and envious that this stranger got to hunt and he had to pull essentially home-guard duty, he couldn't help himself, and strode closer to brush his paw on one of Mudjaw's legs. "But yes, it is a perk of the job that I get to prod at cats who aren't from here." He meant it in jest, but clearly wasn't picking up on how sour the tom's mood was and how agitated he was by every one of their ways being enforced upon his group.

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw raised a brow when Flower pointed across the way for the best hunting grounds. Sure he was eager, but he wasn’t about to go risking his life for a mouse or two. He sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws, watching the roaring waters. The rocks across must be rather slippery, nothing to grab onto so if just one paw missed a draw spot, well you were as good as gone. There would be no saving yourself. He looked up to the sky briefly, if anything happened would StarClan be watching over him? They were certainly rather far from home, who knew where his ancestors were walking or if they could even see him. He cleared his throat slightly looking at the tom, his eyes scheming with ideas. If he was such a professional hunter, why didn’t he just leap on over there himself?

”Alright so over there is best huh? His head turned slightly as he spoke, he didn’t mind looking like a weaker link here. If the tribe cats were so tough, they could manage a little leap across some rocks. ”How about you just show me how great they are. I’ll wait here, if you catch something good I’ll come across.” Mudjaw although hot headed at times, used his brain ONCE in a great while. He knew his journey mates were probably suffering the same fate he was, they were getting hungry, and being imprisoned was nothing he enjoyed. So perhaps today would be the day they would finally let the bunch go home. Who knew.

[Ringtail]

The white she-cat known as Swanfur only continued to follow Mudjaw. At least try and get herself something to eat, since the clan cats were all hungry. She hadn't taken note of Flower coming along til he had spoken. "Wait, wait, can I come and hunt too?? I mean I'm pretty hungry myself..And look Mudjaw..I'm sorry for being snappy earlier..I just.." She didn't know what else to say, well she knew he was ignoring her. Why wouldn't he?? All he had done was complain about Ivyclan, her father and just in general how Ivyclan sucked rat tail. Not to mention the disgusting path towards this place. The white molly sighed, her tail and ears lowered, her head hung low to look at the ground, slowly walking towards the direction of the Swiftwater, pausing before she ended up taking the same fate as Doe that Lives in Forest. "I just miss my Dad.." She uttered, again still on the mindset on why her father had abandoned her in Mistclan, clearly distraught on how the tom had just..decided to leave. Her white form curled her fluffy tail around herself, appearing almost like she was hugging herself. In all honestly, she felt alone, only having Sabletail. It didn't help she was constantly picked on by Petalpaw, making her also follow down the same path her mind lead her too..She was alone, and no one was there for her. This journey had cursed it, why did Starclan have her be chosen to go?? She didn't even want to go in the first place.

[LupTacco]

FLOWER HIDING IN FERNS
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The tabby tom clicked his tongue in annoyed astonishment, but decided that yes, perhaps she might deserve something; for a bunch of cats from one place, no more than two at a time among them seemed to get along. "Ah, fine. But if you see a pheasant it's mine. Anyway, I should go before either of you anyway. Unlike both of you, I do know how to cross the log safely," Flower's voice was just a little smug. As the tabby tom put his paws on the waving upturned roots of the tree log, tentative at first but climbing on quickly, he heard the pale one- Swan of Fur?- mutter something rather sad. A part of him did want to respond with sympathy or pity or something more, but he figured that's what Mudjaw was there for. Flower didn't know much about them and after their snappy reception to the more nosy of the tribe- including himself- he didn't mind it staying that way.

"Anyhow, the real trick is- well it's kinda two things. You gotta use your claws, dig into what bark you can- really the wood itself is preferable but ya can't always get it- and also, more important I think, watch out for loosened bark," he called over his shoulder idly, watching his paws intently and scanning for weak points in the bark, "eventually parts of it get so wet they just kinda peel off with any pressure." He was a bit distracted, though, still frustrated he'd be watching two cats hunt, still just enough of a gossip to want to listen in, he began to lean just a little to the left to keep an ear on things. Then, his attention was brought where it was needed when he heard the faintest discomforting sound- the squelch of soaked bark and a weak, hollow point of the log.

Oh no oh no did I really just- am I that stupid?? I can't believe I walked on this part this is lesson one- Flower's eyes widened as he realized he had not only stepped on a part of the trunk that had been scouted out seasons ago and which he had diligently avoided like a reflex, but that he had put all his weight on that paw. He couldn't move, could he? "Ah... I think-" as he built up to trying to ask one of the two clan cats to either fetch someone or come up and pull him by the tail if necessary, a piece of the bark gave way and he cut himself off with a yowl of terror. Three paws clung to the tree for dear life, the other dangling below as if he hoped somehow he might be close enough to something at all to bounce back on. "Uh," he looked to Mudjaw with a dull, pleading stare, and a second later the even less structurally sound underside of the trunk  turned him loose in a small shower of shredded bark. He was swept into the stones roughly underwater, and never resurfaced. Like Doe that Lives in Forest, who had brought the clan cats here, Flower was lost to the river.

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw curled his lip into a coy smirk as he watched Flower whatever take off towards the log. He paid no mind to him as he turned to Swanfur, his ears swiveling slightly. ”Sorry about your dad, Owlstar is always looking for good warriors you could have thought about following him. Id follow Mumblesong anywhere if she left for a different group I’d follow her. He recently had new kits. It only makes sense you are grown after all. You would see him at gatherings, no reason to be bitter towards me. He turned around heading towards the log to follow the tom, if he found a pheasant it would be his, there were hungry cats that HE needed to feed. Who cared about the other tribe cats anyways.

He put one paw on the log, listening to his lesson one or whatever he was calling it when he suddenly slipped. He let out a yowl and Mudjaw froze. He locked eyes with the tom. When all of a sudden he was swept away. His jaw dropped slightly, the fur on the back of his neck sticking high up as his body vanished. Would….would he end up at MistClan’s waterfall too. He felt stick to his stomach and he turned around, Amber eyes wide open. ”w-w-we need to go back….now….. He didn’t even wait for Swanfurs response before moving with haste back towards the tribe camp.

He had froze..had he gone to that same spot he would have slipped too, then MistClan would have to explain to IvyCLan why his body showed up at the waterfall. Was that selfish of him? Was that him breaking the code? No he didn’t think so, at least….had it been Mumble or any other IvyClan cat he would have tried..but he made a promise that he would come home safe…and he wasn’t about to sabotage that.


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