---Like a lazy ocean HUGS the shore;; ---Lyric

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Emberwingmain.png] Waves of gold strands shifted about across the landscape, all the color of warm goldenrod. The day had turned warm, though not too hot, if one could find the proper places of shade. The air was clear and smelled of flowers and wear. The she-cat let out a happy purr as she stretched amongst the tall strands of golden grass around her. Emberwing loved days like this, where the sun was out, everything was warm. Alive. Making out her way upon a well-padded path, pieces of wheat more downtrodden then others, she moved, body slinky and ready. The patches of orange, brown, and gold meshed with the black of her fur and she let out another happy purl as some buts of the grass she passed tugged at her fur. Yes, the day would go well. She had woken that morning with the thought of going out upon her own personal hunting trip. With the heat, many animals would be wanting to refresh themselves with water. And so, the only reasonable idea would be to go to the rock pond. With a bounce in her step, she has headed to the pond. Here she lay, hidden away in the grass, watching the pond and awaiting to whoever would come forward. Waiting she could do, her patience always lasted long, especially upon hunting trips. Emberwing watched, amber eyes peering out, until her ears twitched at the sound of flapping wings. Growing silent, the tortie watched as a crow set itself beside the pond. It was uncommon for them to come here, at least, when they could get caught. The ebony bird moved forward, dipping it's beak down into the water and drawing itself up, bouncing as it drank the water down. Taking a gentle breath in, Emberwing held her breath and then, with a bunching of muscles lept. The crunch of wheat had caught the bird's attention and with a loud caw had began to flap it's wings, taking to the air. With a hiss, she smacked it back down, baring fangs. Holding it down, she gave it a swift bite to the throat to kill it. Pulling herself up, she peered down at it with a happy purr. Licking one paw, she swiped it over her muzzle. Oh, yes, she was definitely going to hunt down more. If this was how the hunting would be for today, she hoped to bring back quite a bit. Emberwing felt the pride swell in her chest at the bird by her feet. Yes, she was very happy.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] A bright sun hung in the sky over head, as bright and scorching as any green-leaf sun would be. And who would be stalking through the tallest of wheat but Eaglestar. His amber eyes pierced through the shadows as he eyed his prey; a young field mouse, nibbling away at the base of a piece of wheat. His ears flattened against his skull. It wasn't a bird, but it would have to do; it could at least feed one of the apprentices. Stalking ever so lightly along the dirt trodden ground, he leapt. And before the mouse could register what was happening, Eaglestar bit down along it's back and neck, killing it instantly. He lashed his tail rapidly, holding the motionless mouse firmly in his mouth. He would need to find a safe place to put it until he was ready to return to the camp. So, cautiously, he padded into the clearing where the rock pond was so conveniently placed, and still dangling the mouse from his maw, he nodded in acknowledgement as soon as he noticed the black and orange pelt of Emberwing. And for the first time that afternoon, he realized how thirsty he was. He quickly buried his mouse and haunched down at the very edge of the sparkling, fishless pond. Lapping up a few drinks of water, he swiped his tongue across his maw swiftly before looking back at Emberwing. "Greetings, Emberwing," a purr rumbled from his throat. His eyes then moved to the black shape of a crow, which lay motionless at the she-cat's paws. "Excellent catch. Someone will be happy to receive such a piece of fresh-kill today." The cut trailing down his left leg was healing, however it was still somewhat noticeable to anyone that looked. It would be a nice reminder of the coyote that almost took his life only a few days ago. It didn't hurt much anymore, and Eaglestar had even gone straight back to work the same day that it happened; thanks to Finchclaw. Eaglestar stayed in his spot along the edge of the rock pond, however he did sit up straight with his tail wrapped around his paws. The pond was a beautiful spot on bright, warm days like today. It sparkled with great glamor, as if the ancestors of GoldenClan themselves had become one with it. WORD COUNT: 387 COMMENTS: I hope this goes well. :'D MUSE: Eh.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Emberwingmain.png] Emberwing had been enjoying the sun that pressed amongst her strands of her somewhat long fur when the slight shift of wheat stalks caught her attention and he ears curled back, before she looked back at who had came forward. Catching sight of the dark brown tabby and white body of her leader, the she-cat bowed her head down in a returning nod. Shifting her frame, to turn her self more toward the tom, she watched as he buried his prey, a mouse she saw, and moved to the pond. She always did find respect in her body for Eaglestar. Ignoring the part of him being her leader and the need for respect was evident, she couldn't help finding him an attractive and appealing tom that many others should aspire to. He was level-headed and calm, no matter what the situation, but he had a fierce determination that proved well for all. He was a tom that she wished her kits, when she should ever have them, could become. He was well-liked and personable, something that she liked in any cat. If one could have an easy conversation with her, she could always like them. "Greeting, Emberwing" His purr was a welcome sound upon her ears and Emberwing gave a resounding purr back to him, finding it only polite. "Excellent catch. Someone will be happy to receive such a piece of fresh-kill today." She turned her eyes to the black bird beside her, some of it's feather's glistening with the darker drops of what blood could be seen. She tilted her head, feeling herself straighten up a bit at his praise. She always did enjoy praise, no matter who it was from. It proved that she had done a good job. "Thank you, Eaglestar. Yes, I can't wait to bring it back. The kits always find it enchanting to see anyone bring in a crow." She couldn't help the purr of amusement that pulled from her throat at the image that appeared in her head. She could already see the shining eyes, the gasps and comments of awe, and questions of when they themselves could catch such things. The she-cat's shoulders drooped slightly as she relaxed. There was no danger when around her leader and she felt herself calmed by his very presence. It did not stop one ear swiveling behind her in a mandatory check. "And how is your leg doing, Eaglestar? Well I hope? No pain?" When she had heard of what had happened, she had been astonished. Thought coyotes were not uncommon, they were a little rare to be found anywhere near by immediate areas. It was usually on the outskirts of the territory anyway. And so, when the leader had returned, his brother and a fellow warrior in tow, Emberwing had caught sight of the gash from the worried crowd. She hadn't seen him recently enough to know if he was alright and healing well. From the looks of things, he was fine now and more then ready for anything, if that fresh prey had anything to say about it. She waited, watching as he rested beside the pond, an image of calm peace and silent power, though in her mind, she realized that he was simply a tom enjoying the warm sunlight. Emberwing could agree, it was a wonderful day.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] 'Thank you, Eaglestar. Yes, I can't wait to bring it back. The kits always find it enchanting to see anyone bring in a crow.' A purr resounded from the tom's throat, his piercing bright amber eyes looking straight at Emberwing. "That's a good sign that they will make loyal warriors of GoldenClan," he mentioned ever so elegantly. He didn't think any cat really understood why crows were so important to GoldenClan, but they were, and they all accepted it. 'And how is your leg doing, Eaglestar? Well I hope? No pain?' Eaglestar lifted his leg up and swiped his tongue across the wound, as if it were still fresh and he were trying to get some relief. In all honesty though, he'd nearly forgotten it was there until the she-cat mentioned it. "It is doing well. Finchclaw has taken great care of it for me," he praised the medicine cat with soft, dependent eyes and the shadows of his own body making his pupils round. It wasn't often that he made casual conversation with another cat; he usually only spoke to the clan in regards to something official or important, like an impending battle or prey. Realizing that he had actually begun to waste the day away, he stood to all four paws and lashed his tail once. The large tom looked at the she-cat before him, and waited a few heartbeats before saying, rather business-like, "Bury your crow. You should accompany me on my hunt." His ears twitched. The sounds of scurrying filled his ears; it must be another field mouse. Immediately, his ducked low to the ground and slithered towards the wheat like a snake. And before long, his prey was in his sights. It was, indeed, another field mouse, but this one was larger and plumper than the last one. He guessed it must've been because this one was older. His tail slowly crept across the soil, and he hoped that Emberwing would take the hint and remain as quiet as she could. But then, Eaglestar also knew that the she-cat was an excellent hunter. Probably even one of the best in GoldenClan. He waited, the mouse obliviously growing closer to him. Finally, after what seemed like moons, the tom leapt, but this time it was more difficult. The mouse nearly got away from him, but Eaglestar was able to smack the mouse, stunning it once it hit the ground again. It was in this moment that he grabbed the mouse and killed it. "It seems the crows only like you this morning, Emberwing," he muffled through the mouse dangling in his jaws, amused as he passed by the she-cat to bury the mouse in the same spot as his last one. WORD COUNT: 452 COMMENTS: U: MUSE: Okay.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Emberwingmain.png] The purr that had reached her ears had been wonderful and she felt a well of joy rise up at the sound. He sounded amused and proud, almost as if they were his own kits, which, in a way to say, they were. She at times had often heard the mewl of new kittens and she had often caught glimpses of Eaglestar heading to the nursery with a bounce in his step and a happy air about him. She always found it quite amusing and quite endearing. Amber eyes turned upon her, she set her mind back upon his words. "That's a good sign that they will make loyal warriors of GoldenClan" Bowing her head in acknowledgment, she shifted her paws slightly before her tail curled around said paws. Watching him shift and lift his leg, Emberwing trained her eyes upon the healing leg. It did look better, from where she sat, and it had been a while, but now, it seemed to be even better. Again, the thought of him out here now, without a care and working to bring in prey for the clan made her whiskers twitch in amusement and the she-cat licked one paw, swiping it over her nose for a swift movement, almost as if to hide it. "It is doing well. Finchclaw has taken great care of it for me." The gentle praise he gave to the Medicine cat made her twitch her ears and finally, she felt her lips curl up into a gentle smile. This really was her leading sitting before her. Even in such a simple, casual conversation, the tom still thought well of others, complimenting them and speaking only good. Tilting her head down slightly, to glance at her crow, Emberwing decided she liked this sort of Eaglestar. He was a welcoming tom and always liked talking to others, but she had often see him speak of prey, or news for the clan, or new kits, apprentices, and warriors, and should a cat begin to run off with their tongues, she had often caught him simply sitting, watching them and not minding that he seemed not to get a word in. "Bury your crow. You should accompany me on my hunt." Her eyes had somehow caught the movement from the corner of her eye and he head snapped up, ears tilted to him as his words came rushing into her ears. Tilting her head, she shifted to also, stand, about to dip her head to catch a quick drink of water when she caught the sudden shift in body position and froze. A hunters crouch. Falling silent, she also lowered her frame, if only from habit, and waited. After what seemed like moons, she felt her muscles tense as he suddenly moved and she couldn't help admiring the rush of power she could see from his limbs. Sitting up to catch what he was doing, she only just barely saw the killing blow. "It seems the crows only like you this morning, Emberwing." Tilting her head, she felt herself smile once more and then, turning dipped in for a quick drink and went to bury her crow. Coming alongside him when she was done, she twitched her ears and offered him a companionable purr, gently bumping her shoulder blade along his, before leaning away to glance at the wheat. "You just need a little persistence. And maybe some luck." Her amber eyes glittered with amusement, if her twitching whiskers didn't say it all and she offered him a playful look. She was never one to do this unless she quite trusted a cat, but she felt comfortable around Eaglestar. Like she could be more herself around him. Her amusement and playfulness was seeping slightly past the polite and friendly warrior facade she had set herself behind. Emberwing found she liked it very much.

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