vanity on the rocks - sil

[Stoney]

S M O K E F O O T

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Sun beating down on Windclan, a dark tabby wove his way out of the camp. Where was he going, hunting? No. Patrolling? Nope. Training? No way. Smokefoot finally had free time, well it really depends on who you ask to define free time. He should be hunting, or helping around the camp but this tom wanted to sun bathe in the ripening heat. Thin fur meant he didn't get hot too easily, unlike some cats in the clan. Even at sun high he was comfortable which meant not many cats were out of the camp giving him the perfect time to being alone with himself. His favorite person. Orange eyes peered through the underbrush, careful to avoid any signs of prey. If he didn't find any, he didn't have to catch them. Running quickly, paws beating into the earth he was growing nearer and nearer to his destination. Outlook Rock.

Smooth golden brown rocks stacked upon each other, the trees wary of the mysterious cracks and bends formed a circle around them. The sun burst through will golden strength laying all the warmth that Smokefoot wanted upon the stones. A handsome smiled graced his face, the sunlight made his fur tingle. Dark tabby pounced onto the stone, he didn't just lay on the rocks, oh no the vain tom sprawled victoriously on the Outlook Rock. Enjoying the sun for a little longer the tom began to hum merrily to himself. And began to play his favorite game, what was the best thing about Smokefoot?

“Smoke, my old friend, we are great aren't we? Remember that bird we caught yesterday? Man, what power, what grace! That bird stood no chance.” He yowled merrily to himself, rolling in the warmth until his paws were up in the air and his back pressed against the stone. Orange eyes caught a dull patch of fur on his side, glaring at it viciously the tom settled himself into cleaning mode. “Hmm what's this? Mud on my fur? Prepare to meet your maker!”

[/color] He licked his fur vigorously, he may not show enthusiasm for fighting, or training or even hunting but Smokefoot was always the most well groomed out of all the others. Twig snapped in the distance, the tom froze in mid lick. Was someone coming? Quick he had to think of excuse as to why he was here. He twisted his paw, that's right, he was just taking a break.

But no cat came, the tom flicked his tail in annoyance. He wanted some cat to notice how handsome he looked underneath the sunlight. Fur turned gold by the sun, a gold cat upon a mountain of gold stones. He'd look like a leader from Starclan; glorious, proud and striking. Sighing the tom heavily rolled back onto his belly, the mud cleared from his smooth fur. Every cat liked him well enough, as vain as he was Smokefoot loved telling stories. Somewhere about himself, actually all of them, but he made them entertaining adding dramatic noises, fight scenes and always a long soliloquy of how he'd never make it and then suddenly he powers through and overcomes all challenges. The younger cats were especially amused. But Smokefoot wanted something more, he flicked his tail in annoyance. What's the point in being so good looking without having another cat to admire it?
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[silhouette]

Charredmint,,

Actions//Thoughts//Speaking

A cream colored she-cat pushed her back leg muscles till her body was sent into the air. Flying, she stretched her body almost flat as she leaped high into the air. Her claws extended came into contact with feathers, that fluttered everywhere. Digging those claws into her prey she pulled the winged creature toward her jaw for the killing bite. Landing on the ground with the small black bird within her mouth, her paws hitting with only a small thud. She dropped the prey to the ground, her green eyes glancing over at a smaller cat who had came from the bushes to her left. The small cat walked over and nodded to her. You could tell that the two she-cats were built very differently. One, thicker with large muscles though-out her body. A bigger head then body. The other was smaller, muscles that ran mostly though her legs. Through legs were long along with her tail. The small she-cat opened her lips as she sat. "My work is done here Charredmint. You now catch birds like any other Windclan warrior and I have learned to catch fish like a Riverclan warrior. It was great training with you and I hope to continue to hunt and fish with you." With that the she-cat picked up the small black bird and walked off toward the camp that held the two clans.

Charredmint let a sigh fall from her chest and let her back legs fall to the ground. She was completely tired from training almost all day. She had agreed to switch knowledge with a Windclan warrior and they had worked for almost a half a moon together. All Charredmint wanted to do was rest for the rest of the day or moon.

She had heard of a place called Outlook Rock that one could view almost all of Riverclan territory. It was amazing to her that the very rivers which fed her clan for centuries killed half of them in only a short period of time. She sighed and let her paws carry her toward the direction of the place. She couldn't imagine how Riverclan could look now. She wondered how soon it would be night time and if she'd be able to wait long enough to see the sun fall over the land. They use to have a beautiful place in Riverclan where she'd go on nights she was lonely and watch the sun fall. Only to hope that she'd someday bring her mate to watch the sky change the wonderful colors it did.

She was coming close to the place that you entered the rock when she heard a voice. Charredmint stopped to listen
,“What power, what grace! That bird stood no chance.” She could only hear parts and what seemed like the end of the statement. She moved closer and tried to peer upward onto the rock but couldn't see who was placed up there. “Hmm what's this? Mud on my fur? Prepare to meet your maker!” Leaning toward the sound to try and figure out who it was Charredmint's foot landed on a twig. The damn thing was too weak to withstand her weight and could only break causing a very loud snap!. The cream she-cat froze in place. Yet there was nothing but silence to answer the cry of pain from the broken twig.

She decided that whoever placed themselves upon the rock wouldn't mind sharing it anyways. She would just take a quick peek at the land below and leave. Let alone she did travel all the way up to the place. She hopped up onto a smaller rock and then onto the larger one. Her eyes landing on a tom laying in the middle of it. His fur looked bright, almost golden in the light, yet Charredmint could tell it was darker. His eyes though were the same fiery orange. "Oh, hello.. I just came to see the view of the land." She smiled shyly and moved toward the other edge. Letting her own eyes focus on the land. She couldn't help but feel the pain as she looked down at water which was once her home.