Post by Storm on Oct 9, 2018 0:58:48 GMT
BATSTRIKE
MothClan | Warrior | Tom | 18 Moons | Heterosexual
The lean frame of Batstrike slipped out of the warriors den and into the open MothClan camp. The black and white tom only took a few strides before pausing, arching his back and reaching his forepaws forward into a deep stretch. Dark claws sunk into the flattened grass, escaping from their homes within his white toes as the feline flexed his light muscles loose. His duties done for the day and a training session with Cherrypaw completed as well the tom had found himself with some free time. His yellow gaze blinked across the camp clearing quietly as he returned to his normal tall stature. His scan revealed the fresh kill pile was still well stocked for early leaf-fall, not that he would have been the best cat to go out after prey anyway. Batstrike puffed out a breath with his long tail swishing behind him before he spotted Brackenfall across camp.
Batstrike had noticed the deputy had seemed a bit stressed out lately, though he was sure it wasn't something the cat wanted anyone to know. Surely it was all the turmoil with the rouges and new clan, maybe even that the tom had constantly been picking up where Mothstar couldn't keep up. He figured the least he could do was check in and see if there was anything he could help out with. He was sure the deputy would find something to task the warrior with to fill his time no matter what. The felines white paws kicked into a trot over towards the tabby and slowed after he crossed the clearing. Batstrike waited for Brackenfall to notice his approach before he spoke, "Hey Brackenfall, got anything that still needs to get done?" He mewed politely, tall ears standing forward at attention.
TAGS: sabs
MothClan | Warrior | Tom | 18 Moons | Heterosexual
The lean frame of Batstrike slipped out of the warriors den and into the open MothClan camp. The black and white tom only took a few strides before pausing, arching his back and reaching his forepaws forward into a deep stretch. Dark claws sunk into the flattened grass, escaping from their homes within his white toes as the feline flexed his light muscles loose. His duties done for the day and a training session with Cherrypaw completed as well the tom had found himself with some free time. His yellow gaze blinked across the camp clearing quietly as he returned to his normal tall stature. His scan revealed the fresh kill pile was still well stocked for early leaf-fall, not that he would have been the best cat to go out after prey anyway. Batstrike puffed out a breath with his long tail swishing behind him before he spotted Brackenfall across camp.
Batstrike had noticed the deputy had seemed a bit stressed out lately, though he was sure it wasn't something the cat wanted anyone to know. Surely it was all the turmoil with the rouges and new clan, maybe even that the tom had constantly been picking up where Mothstar couldn't keep up. He figured the least he could do was check in and see if there was anything he could help out with. He was sure the deputy would find something to task the warrior with to fill his time no matter what. The felines white paws kicked into a trot over towards the tabby and slowed after he crossed the clearing. Batstrike waited for Brackenfall to notice his approach before he spoke, "Hey Brackenfall, got anything that still needs to get done?" He mewed politely, tall ears standing forward at attention.
TAGS: sabs
