Boredom is All Consuming | Dandy/Open

[Iva]

Fallenstrike
Outside of Camp

It was one of those days for Fallenstrike. A hard day of scouting, and finding nothing. It was perfectly natural to be ticked-off at such a thing. Which was..Probably the reason why it wasn’t the reason Fallenstrike was ticked. No, he was ticked..For no reason. If he had to give a reason, he was ticked because he had nothing to do. Which was strange, because.. It was sundown, and all the cats –had- to be around camp, doing nothing.

In the end, he was probably just being Fallenstrike. Where was ‘Coon? Likely tending to that new kit they had found, a day or two ago. Or was..That today? He really didn’t care. Didn’t care about much, really.. Only that he was sitting, now, outside of camp, possibly guarding but probably not, and being very, very..Bored? Irritated? Yes. That was the default Fallenstrike.

(Shorty is short, muse faulted)

[dandypandy12]

Bordem? what was that? When all the other cats, often reluctantly, came back to the makeshift camp many would have nothing to do once they had exhausted the option's of eating the sickly looking prey and maybe grooming each other or even talking to the ever active kits or the ever present elders.

Many would fall into simple, mind numbing bordem.

And Tumbledown could never understand this. How could cats not find soemthing to do when there were more things for tumbledown to do that she had time for in the day!

many a night had gone past when she had needed to slip into her nest (handily by the entrance to the warriors den) when she hadn't quite finished her examination of a particularly strange beetle or hadn't finished telling some un-sleepy kits a particularly exaggerated story, before the sun had set.

so when she spotted a particularly bored looking cat she happilt plodded over to him and plopped her self down next to him with a huff. She Flipped onto her back and twisted herself so she could look up into the cats downturned face.

"cheerup gormy chop's!" she chirped "even I know that its not THAT bad!"

[Wargrace]

Raccoonheart

The grayscale warrior felt like any proud queen would've after attending their babies. Grooming them, feeding them, interracting with them, trying to teach them new words and socialization. Yes, he felt like a proud mommy -- ignoring the fact he was a tom, and the kit was one he had found and adopted on a survivor search. Little Bluekit. He was doing so well. Already settled in! Well, he seemed to be. Now, hopefully, the kit was tucked away sleeping. Or maybe he'd have woke up as soon as the long-bodied warrior left the nursery area in search of Fallenstrike. Where was the Grizzly Bear? It seemed that.. with the kit attended, the usual 'must be around Fallen' instincts had come into play. Privacy? Pfft.

So, off was Raccoonheart, trotting easily through the makeshift camp, following the well-known scent straight from camp. Or.. makeshift camp. And moving still, until he spotted the bigger cat, perking. And another Reedclanner; he knew her, vaguely. Not too well. Hadn't he met her outside of camp once was a kit? Tumblepaw, at that time..? Yes, he was pretty sure he had! He'd been Raccoonkit, then; and Fallenkit had been there, too! Out in the flowery fields of the old Reedclan territory. Fluffly tail swishing behind him like a flag, the strangely marked warrior slowed his pace, padding nearer. "Fallennn~strike~, Tumbledown~?" That was her name, yes? He believed so! No need to be rude and not acknowledge her or something.

Bright green eyes on the two, he neared, came to a stop, and sat. Perky, watching. Observing. Friendly? Of course! "I think Bluekit's sleeping~!" Proud-mommy tone..? Yes. Like a queen who had just met a big milestone of motherhood. Smooth, right?

[Iva]

His fur bristled as soon as he felt the earth move under his paws. Someone was coming. No sooner did he turn to look, Tumbledown was there; energetic and lively as ever. Instantly, the long-furred warrior resembled a poofy feather-duster. “Grumpy? I’m not grumpy!” Hiss. Yeah, no, not at all..He hadn’t even greeted before snapping. Usually a sign that one was, indeed, grumpy. He would argue to the death otherwise, of course.

His raised fur did show one thing, though..He wasn’t outright vicious, despite the snap and the drawn-back mouth and exposed teeth. Irritated, yes, grumpy, yes, violent..No. He might’ve been a conondrom, but he did have clues to give. Who was it..? Tumble? He remembered her as another Reedclanner, when they were kits. Had she been an apprentice then..? Nevertheless, he calmed down a bit, anyway; giving a quick lick to his side, to flatten some fur. Sorry now..? No, not quite. He just shook his head and grumbled a bit. “Hello, Tumbledown. As..Energetic as ever, I see.”

And, here came ‘Coon, sans Bluekit. He must’ve settled the kit down for the night, like Fallenstrike had thought. He flicked his ear in greeting; both to Coon, and too Tumble. She got a double greeting, for his original savageness. He was cooled down a bit, though. “Hey Coon..” She called me grumpy! I’m not grumpy!

[dandypandy12]

Tumbledown hurriedly backed away from the fluffed up Tom however her enthusiasm wasn't curved and she blinked slowly in mock innocence, or was it real innocence?

A moment later the fur was smoothing down and the grumpiness (oh yes difinatly grumpiness!) was waning. Her ears perked up at the cats greeting and she happily kneeded the ground, she had never quite grown out of that particular kitten habit.

Just as she was about to reply racoonheart waltzed in. At the mention of the kit she bounced to her paws.

"oh how is he???!! I heard that there was a cough going round the nursey! Has he caught it? I was talking to storm land medicen cat , what was her name again? Never mind! Well she said to make sure the kits drank lots and I thought that that was a bit odd and..."

She continued to chatter for a few moments longer befor finishing with "...oh I remember when We were kits it really was very impressive, being a warrior! And now here we are! "

She sat down again, pleased about her short speech... Whatever it was about...

[Tokala]

Faintpaw sniffed, a limp body of a bluebird layed between her paws. The racid scent of sickness coming from the small piece of scrawny prey. Why did Starclan do this to us? She thought solemnly. The threat of the future eating away at her conscious. The young apprentice sighed looking up to find three warriors chattering away. She regonized the she-cat, she was her appointed mentor afterall. But she hasn't seen the two tom's before. Her ears pricked forward, straining to listen to their babbling talk. Her eyes fixated on the bored looking Tom.

[Wargrace]

'I'm not grumpy!'

Oh, Fallenstrike. How wrong you were.

The raccoon-marked tom gave something of a laugh at this; catching it as he arrived. Not grumpy. Riiight. "Yes you are, Fally~" Over the grayscale tom bounced, decidedly, flopping into a sit next to his long-time friend, stretching to give the bigger tom's head a lick if allowed. "You're very grumpy. But you're our grumpy." ..Trying to frustrate the grumpy warrior? Nope! Just being himself. Which.. was probably fairly frustrating. Then, his focus was on Tumbledown, muzzle curving into something of a grin. "He's doing great!" Out puffed the warrior's white chest, head held high. Proud mommy, much? Yes. He was a very proud 'mommy'. Ignore the gender qualifications one was supposed to meet to be a mommy and what not.

The chatter didn't seem to phase him any. Instead, he just perked his ears and gave a quick nod. "Yes, I've seen a lot of the kits coughing. I've tried to keep him away from the sick ones. Most of them have been in the clans all their lives, they're strong and healthy, cough or otherwise. I don't know if he's been exposed to other cats very much, doesn't seem it. Perhaps just his mother and littermates. I don't think his immune system is up to catching anything. Starclan forbid, it might hit him twice as bad as the other kits who've had more exposure." Focused steady on Tumbledown, he shot a couple 'worried mother' glances to Fallenstrike, ringed tail curling around himself to be given a couple smoothing licks where it's natural fluffiness had grown.. even more so due to worry.

"He doesn't spend much time in the nursery, though; as I'm not a queen.. I can't stay in there, and he follows me a lot." There was the grin again, happy as could be. "Yes, hard to believe we're all warriors now.." An apprentice. He didn't know her by name; but his focus turned to her, tail swishing to invite her over to the conversation.

[Iva]

Grumpy, pff. He wasn’t grumpy, he just wasn’t as peppy as other cats. No..No. Okay, maybe he was a little grumpy. But only a little bit? Head licked; he purred a bit, shaking his head slightly then falling silent when the conversation shifted. Chatter? He ignored it, too..But only because he wasn’t in the state to keep up. He had been called grumpy..That would be the focus of his mind for a while. Or..Not. Talk of cough going around the kits. Here, now..? Not good. The poor kits. There lives were strange enough, new to the this world with the Lake in such a shape. But..Fallen wasn’t terribly worried. Racoon was a good ‘mommy’ indeed, and he was sure Bluekit would grow up nice and strong. The worries where voiced, anyway.. With this, he swished his tail a bit, to tap the grey warrior with the thick feather-duster resembling fur.

“Most kits don’t survive being stuck in holes all alone in the middle of nowhere. He’s a strong kit, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Nice and plump, too. Even if his immune system turned out not to be used to illness.. He was a nice, round kit. Well fed and healthy looking, even when they picked him out of the ruin. Who knew what he came from? It didn’t matter to much..He was a healthy kit, and there was little denying it. And the way he followed around ‘Coon without ever seeming to get tired? Probably a good sign, too.