Night Owl~~Open

[feralhearted]

Tempeststar sighed as she watched the sun finally sink below the horizon. She listened to the birds as they twittered farewell to the sun and settled in for sleep, eyes gazing at the stars as they began to wake from sleep. Each light, a soul of a cat that had once wandered among them. She knew that her mother, great grandmother...everyone she cared about was up there. She knew that they were watching, keeping an eye on her and the Clan. She just came to this spot every day at sunrise and sunset to bid them good morn and good eve each day. She had not had any of them walk in her dreams since her leadership ceremony that had left her with so many questions...

No matter, they would be answered when the Cats Above decided they would enlighten her. She sent a good morning in a silent prayer to Stonestar and her parents, hoping that they would watch over her clan as she was sure they always did. Tempeststar looked up one more time, hoping to see some sign, but none came. Her sunset ritual complete, she headed back down from the mountain peak, trekking down the boulders with well practiced ease.

The she-cat came upon the camp, gazing across the quiet space. Most cats were sleeping, although there were the night owls like her. She slept very little, so being up at all hours was nothing new to her. Her mossy orbs caught movement coming from Warrior's Den, and turned to watch one of her clanmates escape the maze of sleeping cats. She walked to stretch and groom himself as the bengaled she-cat gazed from her high perch. The cat walked to the main entrence and relieved the guard that was already there. Ah, a simple switch of the watch...

The fae pondered for a moment what she felt like doing. She was by no means ready for sleep, but there was nothing for her to attend to in camp. She could go out looking for herbs, but she had already found a new patch of wild garlic earlier. She felt bad about taking tasks from her medicine cat, but herbs and healing craft had always tickled her fancy. She made up her mind that she would go down and join the tom below for a hunt. She hopped down the cascade of rocks and landed lightly on the common area. She flexed her talons for a second in a semi-stretch, then glanced about. Where was everyone, especially at this early evening hour...

[poison]

~Darkscar~
Amber eyes shone in the beautiful colors of sunset. A gray striped tail twitched side to side as a massive tom sat guard over his camp. Perched on a boulder he sat in silence as stony as his surroundings. His striking white coat sticks out starkly against the falling blackness of night. Gray ears twitch as the disturbance of pebbles rolling off rocks reaches the tom. He rises slightly hackles stiffening in rage. Something is near to his camp and he doesn't like that one bit. Long curved claws scrape against rock as he turns to face his unknown rival. In the darkness a shape scurries towards him wreathed in shadows. With a low growl the magnificent tom leaps towards it. He still doesn't know what it is that approaches him but he doesn't care, he will meet it with claws and fangs. Posturing aggressively across the well worn sandy path he snarls as small brown shape steps into the moonlight. A tiny goat kid bleats it's terror at coming nose to nose with the large intimidating tom cat. Usually the mountain dwelling quadrupeds are smart enough to avoid the warrior cat camp but this one must have lost its mother.

Without a second thought Darkscar hurtles himself at the scrambling kid. His hooked claws sinking deep into it's fur he uses his body weight to topple it. It crashes onto its side on top of the deputy. It may be small but it's weight drives the wind from his lungs. With a gasp followed by a ferocious snarl Darkscar hauls himself around to clamp his jaws on the goat's throat. He crushes its windpipe, silencing the scream that was just about to erupt from it's shaking body. Ignoring the bucking kicks of the death throws Darkscar clings to it as it's life ends. A small pool of crimson leaking out to puddle in the sand. The struggle lasted only moments, heaving the corpse off from of top of him Darkscar climbs triumphantly to his feet. He glares down at the lifeless prey and sneers, ignoring the pain in his bruised chest. Gripping the body behind it's head he drags the heavy burden back to his lookout spot. The next cat to have guard duty will take it back to camp with them.

His duty done Darkscar casts his amber gaze about in search of the next warrior. The position of the moon tells him that he should be relieved any moment now. Tail twitching crossly he cleans his claws as he waits. It isn't' long before a sleep mused warrior appears at the entrance to camp. Plodding up she yawns widely and mummers her apology at being late. Flicking her muzzle teasingly across her nose as h speaks "I don't like to be kept waiting sweetheart. There's fresh kill there" He gestures in the direction of his half stashed prey and with that turns to leave. He is sure that his gentle teasing had perked up the dim witted she-cat and hoped that she wouldn't start padding after him like a love stuck kit. Paws skipping lightly over the ground the huge deputy flounces back into camp. He is wide awake, having slept most of the afternoon. Stretching his forepaws out in front of him Darkscar notices his leader approaching for the first time. His ears flutter nervously. "Greetings Tempeststar. You're up late, like usual" His deep voice resonates respectfully but has a teasing edge. It was no secret that the leader of Boulderclan was a night owl. Blinking his handsome amber eyes he sits wrapping his odd striped tail around his blood stained paws and waits for her response.

OOC; Sorry that was so crappy is my first time using Darkscar DD=