///White Hunt///

[BuckskinSoul]

Whitefire stared at Brink's wiggling beaver-brown tail. The youngster was still in training, and anxious to finish. Silence drifter around the three traveling cats. It was thick and uncomfortable and it came upon Whitefire that he should help Tale infiltrate the clan's hearts. They weren't hunting, and peace whipped through the wind, so Whitefire took a stab at it,
"This is Tale, Brink. She will be joining us in life at Camp. When we arrive home, I would like you to summon all the cats for a meeting."
Brink acknowledge and accepted Whitefire's orders with a flick of the tail and a short mew. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this female feline. They hadn't had a newcomer in quite a while.
"Things are pretty quiet right now, Tale. No new litters and most of the youngsters are almost done with their training."
Talking was extremely difficult with a mouth full of mouse, but Whitefire managed somehow.

[Azalea]

Tale's tail twitched softly side to side, dark brown fur dappled with light from above. She tilted her head to one side at Whitefire's introduction of herself to this Brink kit, but otherwise she paid no mind or gave nothing to show she did. Large green eyes reflected the trees around her, pupils large for the light was dim here. Whiskers gave a wiggle and eyes shifted to the kitten's quick disappearence into the trees and back to the camp. A soft sigh escaped from behind razor sharp teeth, covered by Whitefire's sudden words.

She listened with an ear tilted to one side, head turning about to face him with wide rounds eyes. "Excitment will be upon the clan soon, winter is making its was towards us, and it seems unforgiving," she mewed quietly, a cold wind coming through as to back up her statment. A soft shiver ran through her and she quickened her pace slightly, gaining a few paces on the white male.

[BuckskinSoul]

Whitefire stole a glance back at the feline bringing up the rear. His swiveling ears had thought they picked up the penetrating sound of Tale's voice, but if they had, said chatter had not been directed at Whitefire. Soon, The Camp's entrance yawned before them, tangled shrubs and what rocks the cats had been able to push, shove and heave guarded the outskirts sedulously. The white tome bobbed his head in a signal to proceed, and Brink's tail and hind legs vanished between two resolutely green bushes. Slipping through the tangle with relative ease, he whipped over to drop his mouse in the prey pile, which was rather bloated in autumn's bounty- but for how much longer?, and then streaked back to his company. Brink was long gone. His figure could be seen alongside two other cats; he was obviously spreading the news about their newcomer. A queen padded cautiously closer to Whitefire. Before she could indulge her wide, green eyes in speech, Whitefire meowed,
"I will evince the individual at The Stump; you may proceed there now.
His voice was even with authority; it had mellowed out the moment they had breeched The Camp's boundaries. When hunting, Whitefire could easily slip off the heavy yoke of his Clan duties, but in the penetration of home, it was another story. Turning to Tale, he softened,
"I hate to call your paws into service again, but our proper meeting place is outside The Camp. It's not nearly as far as where we met. I assure you, later you will get a proper tour."
His crystal eyes surveyed the terrain.
"I am afraid it has been a long while since we have admitted new cats to The Camp; of course, The Camp has not been in existence for a long while. Still, some cats you will find to be a bit perfidious in my opinion of who and who not to admit. But time will heal that. Come"
He flicked the tip of his snowy tail and rose to his paws, many cats trailing out of The Camp around him.

[Azalea]

Tale trailed after Whitefire with a certain comfortable ease, that only the most careless {or as Tale rathers to call it 'confident'} of cats would take part in. She looked to the bushes ahead of them, every leaf and rock placed in such away that whatever lay ahead of it was out of view. She doubted that many would even take a second blink at this hidden enterance, well enough to hide them away from wolves at least. Deer and horses would be more able to see that cats, but she doubted that the large animals would bother with felines. She also made her way through the mess of vegetatation, with a more cautious air than the leader had displayed. She slowly followed Whitefire, but saw that he was only about to drop his catch into the tail high of prey. 'Preperation for winter, no doubt,' her mind thought, muscled body lowering to a seating position and first watching the Camp Leader let loose the food and then letting her gaze wander to the other cats, making curious and suspisious eyes at her. Tale didn't bother to throw a reassuring smile their way, rather, she let her gaze leave a weight of wonder on those who looked long enough without blinking.

She herself blinked, ears angling forward to listen to Whitefire's complicated words. Understandable, but only to the most proper of cats. She felt his gaze on her, turning to look into his blue eyes. A small nod was her answer, a flash of a understandable smile as well. Her brown body was just as quick to rise, standing near to Whitefire's side to avoid being trampled by the eager others and the ones who looked like they had much to say about her arrival.

[BuckskinSoul]

Whitefire looked over his frosty shoulder with affectionate amusement at the sleek figure of Tale.
Not only does she move and creep like a shadow- she follows like one!
Whitefire quickly parted his jaws and drank in the scents of moving feline bodies and rustling autumn leaves. No traces of danger. So he flicked his ears forward indicating his leave. Bounding through the tangled mass of protection without a hitch. He gave a gruff meow to coax Tale through, though he had no doubt she would. A little kitten still in training padded by with his head pushed back and eyes wide. He always seemed in awe of Whitefire when he tried to speak to him, making Whitefire all the more affectionate. He had proposed the grey tabby's name, too- Rubicon. (((ooc: River in Italy ^_~))) The little cat cruised by and Whitefire followed his pawsteps. Whitefire cherished a quirk of each clan cat like a phylactery. That was how he knew them- from Rubicon's awestruck demeanor around his elders, Brinks love of being in front, etc. Whitefire smiled faintly as he moved through the river of cats. He had already strung ties to this cat called Tale, whether or not she had done the same for him. Her impenetrable armor intrigued Whitefire. He hoped the rest of the clan would feel similar.
"I am afraid we have to waterfall clearing, no spanning cave, no high rocks like the other camps. We have to make to with a rotting stump, though we are striving to ameliorate the situation."
Whitefire thought of the moss-eaten stump he had to perch on tip-toe to address his clan mates. It rather amused him, he decided. Especially when he saw the elders gaze worriedly, at his grasping, slipping claws. They were sure he would fall to his death sooner or later. The earth felt spongy, and the twilight time was hovering in the air. Life was good.

(loongish. ramblyish.)

[Azalea]

Tale looked about, absent mindedly keeping pace and track of where Whitefire was heading. Her wide green eyes looked at the mass of cats, a second of them vanishing as she crossed the bush before she could once more see the mess of them. The different scents were overwhelming, but she could already pick out the different groups among the clan. There was a bundle of young male cats who smelled like dirt and mud, laughing and attempting to show off to the females who elegantly picked their way pass that crowd. There was no little kits running about, as Whitefire mentioned before, the kittens were all grown up. She heard a gruff voice of an elder far off along with a few yowls from a disagreement. Tale then looked to the cats closest to her, trying to pick out different personalities from each. Seeing all, she certainly was. Her ears however were failing on her, the many words spoken meshed together in one excited sounding mob.

If she could've raised her eyebrows, she would've. The dark brown cat didn't realize there would be so much fuss over one newcomer. She realized that the white male beside her was speaking and quickly listened in. "A refreshing difference," was all she said as she peered over the cats ahead of her, able to see the outline of the slightly tilted stump. She kept the soft and cheery sigh bottled within her, her seperation from others, she now realized, had been too long.

||No worries ||

[BuckskinSoul]

(((ooc: Going to post at "The Stump" )))