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.