Jaggedsight
ThunderClan Warrior
Padding underneath the looming oak trees, Jaggedsight‘s dark brown coat blended in with the trunks around him, his large form expertly swerving around them with care. Big ears swiveling side to side, the muscular tom listened in on the sounds around him, his own pawsteps adding to the songs of the forest. Birds chirping, leaves rustling, the clicks of beaks pounding on wood in search for bugs. Bi-colored eyes narrowed at a snapping twig to his left and he paused, sniffing the air and staying still as he focused, but then a squirrel bounded from one tree to the next, a few small twigs breaking away and falling to the floor. He let out a huff and continued on. Hunting wasn’t on the forefront of his mind.
It wasn’t too often he set out to be on his own in the territories, since he preferred the company of at least one other, but he had escaped the organized duties of the patrols set by Briarstep. He was on a mission. After a few moons of observation, Jaggedsight was growing interested in Pearstride’s comings and goings, and the way he bonded with others. The black tom seemed completely emotionally unavailable and opted to remain on his own. But Jaggedsight could also see the intense determination and strength within him, which meant he had to be caring. There was only one way to find out.
Following the scent of his Clanmate, one blue eye and one amber eye flicked from side to side until he caught sight of a black pelt between a few trees. He tilted his head and padded towards him, a brow arching curiously as he got within ear sight. “Hunting alone again, are we?” He hummed, his large, plumed tail lifting up in a greeting. “Care for some company?”
Pearstride |The Silent Beast of Thunderclan|
Brows furrowing as he could easily hear Jagged’s large paw steps. How did this big oaf become a warrior in the first place, cause he certainly did not have a care in the world about being quiet. Was it worth even attempting hunting with Jaggedsight following in tow, he wasn’t so sure. His paper-thin ears flicking back at the other’s deep voice cutting through the silence surrounding them. “I was in a good mood….Until you” Pear huffs as he stops abruptly, causing the large brown tom to almost bump into him. “You move like a kit. Making so much noise, not knowing what to do” he remarks with annoyance at the carefree tom. It irked him that Jaggedsight was so friendly and happy majority of the time. How could someone be that happy?
And why on earth did he want to tag along in the first place? “Why ask if you were going to ignore my answer?” He blandly states, his voice gruff from lack of use as he was a man of solitude. Continuing on, trying his best to ignore Jagged as he remains on high alert for prey nearby. Though, he was beginning to think that all the prey had scattered far and wide with the way the dark brown tabby warrior moved around. How could he lose him? It’s not like he was an annoying apprentice he could just order to go away. No, he was stuck with him until Jagged gets bored with his presence, which normally didn’t take long for those to become intimated with his rugged behavior and mannerisms.
“I haven’t had any problems yet being on my own” Pear grumbles out. He knew the signs of badger and knew better than to try to confront one and play hero of defeating one as he knew the damage one could inflict. Sighing to himself, annoyed more at himself when he realized that he had been talking more to this annoying tom than he would have liked. Yet, he somehow knew that his usual indifference or grunts and huffs of irritation would not sway him in the slightest. “Do you ever shut up?” Pear rudely asks, arching a brow as he gives Jaggedsight an unimpressed look as he brushes past him. Flicking his long curled ink black tail sharply side to side as his plans had changed for the day. He would have to settle for hunting later that evening, for now he would wander the territory. “Obviously can’t do any hunting with you thundering about” he growls out, distaste in his pear yellow eyes as he watches the other pad right beside him with a joyful bounce in his step.
Pearstride could not help but wish for the older warrior to trip, maybe that would knock that smile off of his face then. “Silent. Stroll” is all he said before looking straight ahead once more.
Jaggedsight
ThunderClan Warrior
The large, dark brown tom hadn’t been mindful of his surroundings too much, his large paws thumping on the forest floor and tail swishing behind him, brushing against the undergrowth and the bases of the tall, oak trees. Leaves were beginning to sprout on the branches and twigs, and the familiar rustling from the breeze was a welcome sound to Jaggedsight’s ears. Leafbare always provided cold and a stillness that unnerved him. The silence would sometimes be deafening. However, the forest was beginning to come back to life with prey and plant life, and he hoped it wouldn’t be too soon before the ground would sprout with newer grasses and the canopy would once again be green and thriving. He prayed to StarClan that with the new season would come a new peace within their Clan with less division and tension.
Somewhat lost in his own thoughts as he followed the trail that led to the familiar black coat through the trees, he mindlessly stepped on a brittle twig that had been in his path, splintering it in half and sending a small warning to any prey around him. He paused, tilting his head for a moment but shrugged and continued on. He hadn’t been hunting, it didn't matter. Moving around a growing hickory sapling, Jaggedsight looked over Pearstride’s annoyed expression and his ears twitched as he chuckled slightly with amusement. “Not in a good mood today? Again?” The bland and instant denial of his company hadn’t set him off, and instead he smirked and flicked his tail above him. “Well too bad. I’m coming along.”
Pearstride turned away from him to sulk through the woods and Jaggedsight didn’t hesitate to follow, still not being too mindful of his heavy pawsteps. Although when he noticed the way Pearstride would look around with an alertness, he made sure to keep himself quieter, stepping over any other brittle twigs and leaves that would alert any prey around. “You know, if you keep going off on your own you’ll end up having terrible luck and run into a badger by yourself one day.” He hummed a chuckle and padded forward a little faster to catch up to the black tom. “Are we hunting or just taking a casual stroll? Because I’m good with both.” The friendlier warrior had a much bouncier step than the brooding one, but it didn’t seem to deter Jaggedsight. If anything, he was excited to try and get under Pearstride’s mask that he seemed to wear in front of everyone else.
Pearstride |The Silent Beast of Thunderclan|
A soft grunt escapes the large pure black tomcat as he slips away from camp—mainly unnoticed. He did not want to be chosen by Briarstep for another patrol, star clan knows that Pearstride could only handle so much interaction with his clan. After making sure his two younger sisters’; Bunny and Apple were okay, did he feel okay enough to escape. His pear yellow/green eyes flicker around the forest, taking in the calming sight around him. The large feline always felt more comfortable out in the forest than surrounded by constant noise of chatter. He knew that his siblings worried about him and his life of solitude, but could not help that he preferred to be on his own. Ears perking up upon his cranium, swirling in different directions as he stays alert for sounds of prey nearby. If there was one thing Pear enjoyed, it would be hunting.
It is a way for the warrior to remain by himself, yet still contribute to his clan with helping keep them fed throughout the moons of harsh leaf-bare. Thankfully it would seem that leaf-bare was finally coming to an end. The once hard icy earth had lost its bite of the cold, the soil softening beneath his large paws as he continues to stride forwards. Lips parting as he tastes the air around him, hoping to detect a target nearby. A small smirk tugging on his maw as the scent of a vole catches his attention, his large cranium snapping in the general direction of the creature’s scent. Pupils narrowing as his gaze intensifies in concentration, lowering his frame closer to the ground, perfecting his hunter’s stance as he crept further within the oak forest, making sure to stick to the shadows.
It was time to use his surroundings and black pelt for in his favor, knowing that he would be harder to see and detect while hiding in plain sight. Lowering his breathing, taking deep slow breaths in through his nostrils and out through his mouth as he stalks closer to his target. The vole was too concerned about eating worms and insects from a decaying stomp, that is until a loud snap of a twig alerted the vole. Sadly the usual simple bird was quick to take one last worm before scattering further into the forest. At first, Pearstride could only look over at where the vole previously had been before a scowl forms on his sharp features. He hadn’t been the one to step on a twig. Huffing as he mentally curses his bad luck before his sharp gaze lands on the approaching form of Jaggedsight.
The young warrior only vaguely knew of the older warrior approaching him, having noticed his friendly interactions around camp. The broody tom could not help but silently blame the unsuspecting tomcat for scaring his prey away. Grunting in displeasure as Jaggedsight begins socializing with him. Since when did someone think it was okay to just approach him? Pearstride loved the reputation he held, kept others at bay, except for this one it seemed. Giving the large dark brown tabby tom a bland look, was he seriously asking to tag along? “No” Pear grits out, not caring in the slightest if he sounded rude. Without saying another word, the black tom turns away to see if he could track down the vole or another prey. He only made it a few fox lengths away when he heard Jaggedsight following along.
Scowling even more as he thought; ‘can he not take a hint to get lost?’