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[turtlefrost]

[STYLE=padding:5px; width:350px; height:210px font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Turtlefrost crouched at the edge of the river, her whiskers twitching in contemplation as she watched the water run past her. She was peering underneath the surface, her eyes trained on the darting fish. They were just out of her reach, from her current position. But the calico warrior didn’t want to move; since her kithood, she had been fascinated with the movement of fish in the water. And at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to hunt these creatures.

Her tail was flicking against the ground behind her, which was the only part of her body that was moving. She had no idea how long she had been here. The river was peaceful for her, away from the hustle and bustle of camp. Since she had lost her voice, she had become less involved with the clan’s affairs. She couldn’t speak; so in turn, it was impossible for her to teach an apprentice, or lead a patrol. And as such, Turtlefrost avoided Birchstar as best she could. Her leader didn’t take too kindly to the fact that she couldn’t do much.

But she helped as best she could.

A silent sigh escaped her, and Turtlefrost dipped a paw in the water now, scaring away the fish. She frowned ever so slightly, trying to remember when the supposed hunting patrol would be going underway. It would be with Birchstar, which she couldn’t say she was looking forward to. The female hoped that there would be a friendly face there.[/style]

[flamewhisker]

He was annoyed. It was nothing new, but at that moment it was worse than usual. They'd taken the apprentices out, he and Birchstar, only to have every teaching method he had torn apart to the point where the leader shoved him to the side and made him watch. What made it worse was nothing different was even done! He'd eventually been told to go do something useful, and of course, he wasn't going back to camp anytime soon.

Ears flat against his head, rich cinnamon fur glimmering brightly in the daylight, he moved along the river, trying to get rid of some of the built up anger by stomping his paws. It was kind of working, but all it did was make him feel like a kit. Or a human child throwing a tantrum. Except for the fact his paws didn't nearly make the same amount of noise as that. The tom sighed, lifting his gaze to look along the river.

Somewhere up ahead, he could make out a cat, and Russetflame paused. Was it someone he could stand, or a cat he didn't want to come across? The tom narrowed his eyes, studying the cat, before settling on the fact it was a calico, which meant only one cat. While the tom was still alert and tense, he did let out a breath of mild relief. It meant that it was just Turtlefrost.

The mute she-cat was sweet, and a mute, which made it impossible for her to really get on his nerves. But, that was what he needed really, someone he could just sit with, and not be judged, even if it was just out loud and she really did have the same views as everyone else. But then again, she never gave a hint of it, so he wasn't sure.

Making his way toward her, he hesitated a few tail-lengths away, before moving in, speaking in a low, gruff voice, his usual. "Hey Turtlefrost. There enough fish swimming past for you?" He wasn't expecting a huge response, but she could still communicate well with other parts of her body. Flicking an ear, he paused.

"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked after a moment, trying his best not to break the frail ... something that wasn't dislike between them by deciding for her.

[turtlefrost]

[STYLE=padding:5px; width:350px; height:210px font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Even with her full concentration on the fish in front of her, Turtlefrost could still hear the sound of paws slamming against the ground in a temper. Her whiskers twitched, wanting to laugh – but her vocal cords wouldn’t allow it, since she had lost her voice. The calico purred, a rough sound, but that didn’t matter to her; she was more amused with the behavior of the approaching cat.

At the moment she couldn’t tell who it was, but she knew that if she just turned her head she’d discover the identity. Turtlefrost knew however that it was one of her fellow clan-mates; no other cat from a different clan walked like that, in the lilting way that she could feel vibrating on the earth. Hearing the grass bend beneath heavy paws, the she-cat finally turned her head and offered a smile. So it was Russetflame then. He was a wonderful cat, she thought.

The female warrior sat up slightly, dipping her head towards him in respect, before purring again in response to his question. Even while mute she could still communicate with others, though she had a hard time of that outside of her family. Turtlefrost patted the ground beside her with her paw, nodding her head with an invitation to join her. Waiting until he was closer, she quickly dipped her paw into the cool water and playfully flicked the liquid towards the flame-colored tom, her tail lashing in excitement.

It was nice to act like a kit again. [/style]