Private Territory don't make eye contact // bluegale

[SABLESTAR]

White-tipped paws slowly sank into the soil in pause, parting jaws taking in the scents between the dense shrubs and pond pines. The night brough about a familiar with it that made Sablestar's claws itch. Memories teasing the edges of his focus, whistling through his thoughts like the scent of mouse behind his teeth. His tongue swiped across his lips in hungry anticipation, moving through the darkness with ease as it swallowed his pelt.

Sablestar emerged from the thicket to retreat with the mouse in his grasp. He dipped his head to acknowledge Bluegale, who he had decided to take with him in some much needed company this night. "It rained this morning." The tuxedo commented with a pleasant tune. The dry season was perhaps his least favorable time with their water supply so thin. Leaf-bare, while cold and murky, at least returned the pocosin to it's natural order of days-on-end rain. "How is your luck? If we keep up with one another, you can return to your nest early, if you'd like." The tom is not unaware of the others in the Clan who prefer to work in the sunlight. but he hadn't given much attention if Bluegale was among them, truly. He had a better understanding of his siblings, however, Hollowmist and Halfshade were not the kind that kept themselves so quiet.

"Do you have any sort of competition with your littermates?" Sablestar asked suddenly, pulling up the earth to place his mouse beneath. "It feels like even now, so far away from our kithood, Gray and I still have our own. It's a foolish game." He placed a paw over the deep scarring across his chest with a dry chuckle. "And very one-sided. I think that's the worst part."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• @bluegale
  "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale huffs at Sablestar's cheery comment about the rain, already finding that his white-tipped paws are tinged with reminders of the pocosin. Unlike the leader, he prefers the drier times of year; although he is not so concerned with the welfare of ShadowClan as he is with making a simple catch. Or in this case, treading across the pocosin without getting his paws suckered by mud. He parts his jaws, sure that he can scent a squirrel nearby. "The thick air holds prey-scent better," he comments lightly, flicking his tail. It's still up in the air on whether or not his catch will be a success, no matter how good he is at trailing. "And I don't need to go to bed early," he scoffs, keeping his tone light despite feeling slightly pressed at the thought of the leader seriously thinking he might need an early bedtime.

Bluegale tries to focus on trailing, and the task doesn't take him long. He tracks the smell of squirrel through a thicket and toward the thick, trailing roots of a large maple tree. And only a few moments later he is upon it, quickly dispatching it and turning to brandish his prey toward Sablestar like a proud kit showing off to a parent. It is lost on him how fat the squirrel is, despite the sheer weight of it between his jaws. Even though the catch is dense, it isn't much of a show of his skills. "I guess my luck is good," he replies once he has come to stand with Sablestar once more, moving his paws to bury his prey so that they might find more when Sablestar suddenly asks about Bluegale and his siblings.

"I guess not," Bluegale answers before he can recover from the surprise of the question. It had not taken much thought to come up with an answer, though it isn't like Bluegale is much of a deep thinker anyway. He retroactively tips his head in thought. Halfshade is charismatic and a show-off- far more than even he is- Hollowmist is leering and diligent, and Bluegale is... Bluegale. Although he swears that Halfshade and him could be twins if he'd been born a tortoiseshell, he finds that he is more talk than he is action. He sets his jaw, finding his spine begin to prickle with self-consciousness. A rare feeling for the warrior. "Well, Halfshade wants nieces and nephews, so that's something, I guess," Bluegale tries to joke to shake off the tension of suddenness "But I've been too busy to give it much thought..."

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.