Post by Bandit on Feb 16, 2021 19:35:26 GMT -6
Rockjaw
RedwoodClan Warrior
The sun was low on the horizon, casting the tribe stone in a happy glow that Rockjaw rarely saw at this hour of the day. With their home among the redwoods, he was accustomed to earlier sunsets that just barely kissed the trees. The burning orb in the sky was usually hidden by foliage before it had truly set in their camp. But here on the Tribe island, the land was more open, with fewer and smaller trunks to obscure the view. The new lighting brought a warmth to his heart that spread throughout his body, from the tips of his tired toes to the end of his thick tail.
After the meeting with Orchidshade, Rockjaw joined Sunrise and Talon for a well-informed session on their specialties. He listened more than he spoke, only chiming in to add exclamations of understanding or surprise as they each shared a tidbit about their roles in the Tribe. As per Creek's encouragement, he took a small mouse for a quick meal while his ears absorbed all that he could.
Later, as the stars began to wink down at him from the fading twilight, the tom felt his stomach grumble a second time, and he bashfully sought out something more filling. A greenish-yellow pile of scales caught his attention -- a smallmouth bass. It had been a long time since he had tasted fish, and his mind flashed back to the skirmish at the creek many moons ago, where a certain brutish calico and a feisty black she-cat battled over his precious catch.
Grinning in silly recollection, he hoped this fish wouldn't result in near as much drama.
Spotting Creek nearby, the rough-jawed tom carried his meal over and plopped down beside his new mottled friend. "It's mighty kind o' ya to let us rest our feet a'fore we head back to the mainland, Mister Creek," he purred. One would think that after all the chatting, Rockjaw would have dropped the formalities, but he was persistent in his politeness. Momma always told me to be nice to strangers. And well… they're not really strangers anymore, but I'mma still be nice.
After the meeting with Orchidshade, Rockjaw joined Sunrise and Talon for a well-informed session on their specialties. He listened more than he spoke, only chiming in to add exclamations of understanding or surprise as they each shared a tidbit about their roles in the Tribe. As per Creek's encouragement, he took a small mouse for a quick meal while his ears absorbed all that he could.
Later, as the stars began to wink down at him from the fading twilight, the tom felt his stomach grumble a second time, and he bashfully sought out something more filling. A greenish-yellow pile of scales caught his attention -- a smallmouth bass. It had been a long time since he had tasted fish, and his mind flashed back to the skirmish at the creek many moons ago, where a certain brutish calico and a feisty black she-cat battled over his precious catch.
Grinning in silly recollection, he hoped this fish wouldn't result in near as much drama.
Spotting Creek nearby, the rough-jawed tom carried his meal over and plopped down beside his new mottled friend. "It's mighty kind o' ya to let us rest our feet a'fore we head back to the mainland, Mister Creek," he purred. One would think that after all the chatting, Rockjaw would have dropped the formalities, but he was persistent in his politeness. Momma always told me to be nice to strangers. And well… they're not really strangers anymore, but I'mma still be nice.
352 words | Dreamer wolfiedemon (Talon mentioned) kaz (Sunrise mentioned) | 🤗! Set back in time, the same day as Perhaps, "A friend to all is a friend to none"
