Private Thread A Breeze Through the Flowers

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Who to take with him? His eyes fell on a black cat with a shorter tail. Bayflower. He supposed Bayflower wouldn't annoy him to much, at least he hoped they wouldn't. Padding over, his voice still sounding a bit rough, "Oi Bayflower! You wanna come with me to get some moss?" It almost seemed to come out more as a demand than a question if he was being honest.

Without waiting for an answer he spun and headed for the camp entrance, calling over his shoulder, "We're heading to the Western Treeline. Don't fall behind." The sun warming his pelt felt great and he wanted nothing more than to just relax and bask in the light but there was work to be done.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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The moors were beautiful this time of day. At least Breezewing thought so. Glancing over his shoulder at the slightly younger cat. "I feel I don't know you well enough." Turning his head back forward he snorted, "Let's keep it that way. Pick up the pace." With those words he dashed off across the moors, making for the treeline in the distance.

Hopefully, they can keep up. He thought to himself.

As he ran a rabbit dashed across his path and headed towards Bayflower. He flicked his tail as he spun on the spot and gave chase, signaling for the other cat to go ahead and catch it.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Breezewing padded towards the younger cat and grunted his approval, "Nice catch. Bury it here and we will pick it up on the way back." Giving the other some time to bury the rabbit before continuing onwards towards the treeline. Slowly picking up the pace again he called behind him, "You aren't going to let this old bag of bones outrun you, are you?" A mrow of amusement burst from deep within his chest. He may be cranky in camp but who wouldn't be happier being on, running across the moors.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Breezewing noticed that the younger cat didn't seen to talk much and while he wasn't necessarily interested in learning about them he also was not a fan of silence. As they approached the treeline Breezewing slowed his paw steps before calling over his shoulder again, "How have you been doing lately, Bayflower?" Turning his head back to the task at hand he began to scan the trees but moss. Spotting a large tree off to their left he flicked his tail, signaling for the other cat to follow him.

Picking his way to the tree he could see large amounts of moss growing around its roots. Perfect. This would be plenty. He began to dig out large clumps.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Breezewing scoffed haughtily, "You young cats. Always thinking that nothing dangerous happening means that nothing at all is going on." His voice had a sharp edge to it. His bones ached a bit from the run and that seemed to add to the increasingly foul mood. 

"Kits in the clan, no poisoned food, and no one to fight due to crossed borders," He turned his head sharply to glare at the younger cat, his golden eyes piercing the air like a thorn in his paw, "Don't you know the first thing about anything??!!"

Taking a breath his shoulders slumped slightly as his voice lightened, "I'm sorry. I just miss the trials of my youth. When I could fight and hunt as well as any young warrior."