times like t h e s e [NO-EARS]

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He had been shamelessly roaming the territory for some time now and his aching joints were locking in all the wrong places. It had been a long day and the stars were not that far off. He stopped in his tracks as he looked up into the sky - noticing the warm colours, chilled by the way the air tinkled with the lingering hints of leaf-bare. How he hated that time - the only moons that made him wish for a warm two-leg nest to curl up in - and he was sure that the other cats thought the same. Parting his lips, scenting the air, tasting it and letting the scents toy with his scent glades he took a few steps forward and stopped. His eyes - amber with speckles of green and blue - travelled towards the camp entrance. He had been gone all day and he was tired and hungry. A good meal, a nice bath and then maybe his nice warm nest to curl up into. He sighed warmly and stepped forward and squeezed through the entrance - closing his eyes - and stumbling in. "Good evening." He meowed roughly - but gently - to the kittens still playing.

He brushed his way to wards the fresh-kill pile, and sized up the slowly shrinking pile. A nice juicy sparrow laid right there with in reach and he bent down to pick it up. The favour sank into his scent glades and his stomach growled loudly. He grimaced and made his way to wards the elder's den, the scents of his fellow elders enclosing around him as he laid down onto the rough earth and dropped the sparrow. "Anyone in there, want to share?" He meowed, tilting his head to wards the elder's den, wondering if anyone was with in the walls of that warm, toasty den. That almost made him move in doors, but the night would be beautiful, with the stars casting there glow. 'Are you up there Bluepaw? When are you coming home?'

[/color] He thought softly, his eyes closing before he dropped his head to the sparrow. Parting his jaws he took a nice sized bite and chewed, then swallowed. His mouth watered as he bent down again to take another bite, but after that - his stomach began to protest. He wanted the whole sparrow - he did, but he wasn't as hungry as he made out to believe. Turning his head back to the elder's den he took the scents in - wondering if anyone was really in there. He sighed to himself and took another bite, chewing slowly and with a lazy look upon his face.
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[Rolo]

((Apologies for the short post, I've found that No-ears doesn't have a lot to say today.))

No-ears hobbled slowly out of the leader den, his head still swimming with thoughts about Pineclan's current situation. He'd spent a little time with Gingerstar and her deputy, talking through their plans for the clan for leaf-bare. Not much had changed since last leaf-bare. They were a forest clan, so, although there always was a decrease in prey, the cold did not tend to effect them as badly as it could. The rest of the meeting had been spent talking about their relationships with other clans. Once again, Pineclan was simply trying to keep it's head down. Fogclan seemed set on holding a grudge against them purely for their choice of beliefs, making it increasingly likely that soon it wouldn't be just their mindsets clashing, but their claws. Things were made yet worse by the state Streamclan was in. No-ears wouldn't be surprised if they caused some amount of trouble during leafbare. He'd seen too many clans lose their leader and become dangerously unstable not to expect it, especially just before the hard snowy moons. Only time would tell if Jaegerstar would be able to keep her clan together, and whether their fragile food source would sustain them.

The sound of an older tom reached his ears, breaking him out of his thoughts. With his poor hearing, he couldn't quite make out what the tom had said. Curious, he wandered forward to see Gooseheart sat by the fresh-kill pile, eating a sparrow. Or rather nibbling. It seemed the tom wasn't very hungry. In contrast, No-ears was more than a little peckish, and after that mental workout, he could do with some light conversation to calm down.

Ambling over, he sat down near his fellow elder and smiled, "Good evening, Gooseheart. Need any help with that sparrow?"

He purred warmly, wrapping his tail around his paws. "I feel like I spent most of the day with Gingerstar today. I'm sure the sun was still high in the sky when the meeting started. That may well have been one of the longest meetings we've ever had together. It's a little concerning."