Party for Two...or more? {{Badgerfleet, open}}

The long fur she-cat shivered and slowly opened her eyes kind of looking around. No rat could be seen. Good, it had only been a dream. Hearing a noise near by she lifted her head and looked at the dozing tom and shook her head. Badgerfleet seemed to always be sleeping if she, Silverstorm, wasn't talking to him. And even then sometimes he fell asleep on her.

She quietly stood and stretched some and looked around and sat down in her nest licking her paw. She slowly started cleaning her fur and growled some when she came across some knots. She shouldn't have any if the stupid apprentices had done their jobs. They were just too busy wanting to get done so they go cause trouble. She glanced at her den mate.

She didn't want to wake him right now. She moved and poked her head out of the camp. She didn't see Thistlespot or any warrior or apprentice she trusted to get the knots out that wouldn't pull her fur out. She growled some. The clan was never helpful to elders like her. That was different than when she grew up. They as apprentices were made to help the elders first. Not hunt or train. This clan needed to get their priorities figured out.

She slowly slid back inside and over to Badgerfleet. She hesitated a bit then prodded his shoulder with her paw. He mumbled something so she did it again.
"Badger-lump," she mewed continuing prodding him, "Those stupid apprentices left knots in my fur. And you need to get up before Thistlespot comes in and scolds you for sleeping too much again. I for one am not in the mood to hear complaining."

She stopped in her prodding as the tom shifted and moved like he was getting up and then just curled back up again. She glared at him some. She knew he was awake now. he was just being his normal goofy self. She snorted some and sat down, flicking her tail back and forth. She waited but the tom never moved.

"I'll tell her you slept through our walk time again if you don't get up," she mewed casually, wrapping her tail around her paws. They always went walking around sun high, to stretch their legs, get some air and keep themselves as limber as they could in case of any danger. Thistlespot had scolded Badgerfleet so long the last time he skipped out that he even got grumpy, which was almost impossible for the tom. She waited knowing that would get him up.

Word Count: 426
Tags: Badgerfleet
Thoughts: I have a feeling these two are going to be interesting together.

He wasn’t young but his limp was all but gone and his sight was as good as new, he was still old but he didn’t feel the moons weighing down on him. The black and white tom was hunting down a mouse that had probably strayed from the ThunderClan side of the border. He smiled happily when he spotted the small squeaking mammal making its way through the marshes, he thought about Silverstorm’s constant complaints about bad food and figured that not even her would have a bad comment about the plump rodent. Yes, he was very close now all he needed to do was pounce, one simple jump. Badgerfleet smiled a little when he tensed his muscles and didn’t feel the familiar pain.

The something odd happened; he felt a prod, a touch in his fur that didn’t belong in his dreamland.

“Just… pounce…” the old tom mumbled in his sleep, he could feel his consciousness slowly being sucked into the den he shared with Silverstorm. Her scent washed over his nostrils and for a few heartbeats he just lavished in the fact that they were here together in the elder’s den. He felt content.

"Badger-lump," he heard her voice and resisted the urge to smile or laugh at the nickname he was given; instead he pretended he was still very lost in dreamland. "Those stupid apprentices left knots in my fur. And you need to get up before Thistlespot comes in and scolds you for sleeping too much again. I for one am not in the mood to hear complaining."

He shifted a little, made a small effort to get up but the idea of his comfy nest suddenly felt too attractive to turn down so he curled up again, his eyes still closed. Badgerfleet imagined the glare his denmate was giving him now and once again resisted the urge to chuckle. She snorted and he knew she was changing strategies now, but he simply remained still trying his best to pretend slumber. A few heartbeats passed and he thought that she, for once in a lifetime, had finally given up in waking him up. Naturally he was wrong, Silverstorm was a very stubborn she-cat.

"I'll tell her you slept through our walk time again if you don't get up," Silverstorm’s voice was casual but the thought of the spotted medicine cat scolding him once again with that gentle but surprisingly firm voice of hers made him shiver, even last time he had skipped his exercise she had managed to make the thought of not taking a walk so dreadful even he got grumpy. His friend had trained her well. Finally he gave up and chuckled, that strange and content chuckle only he could manage. “Alright, you got me there,” he opened his eyes, his dull grayish eye and his bright yellow eye. Badgerfleet slowly got up, yawned and stretched making an almost indistinct face of pain. His right shoulder complained loudly, the wind was not exactly helping with the pain and even with the herbs Thistlespot gave him it always hurt, especially in the mornings. Finally he heard his bones crack and the pain subsided now taking the role of and annoying ache or discomfort. He tilted his head and smiled when he looked at her pelt all covered with knots… it wasn’t a rare occurrence; in fact it was a very normal sight. “You said something about some knots?” The elder got close to her and gave her fur a lick. “Do you want to get rid of those before or after our walk? Because I don’t want Thistlespot scolding me as if I were a new-born kit again,” he chuckled once more a little amused. “But I can’t exactly turn away from a damsel in distress,” his eyes twinkled a little; they always twinkled when he was with her. “So, walk first or knots first?” The old tom finished with a kind smile.

Word count: 658 words.
Tags: Silverstorm.
Notes: Oh man, writing with this kind old tom just feels natural, I love it.

❈ Elder Of Shadowclan ❈
Flower in the Storm

Silverstorm watched as the tom slowly came awake and popped his bones and joins back into place. She hid a wince for his sake. She knew it didn't feel that great. No she didn't have as many joint problems as her friend, but she knew what it was like to get stiff easily. She tried to hide a smile as he came over and gave her fur a small lick looking over her arrangement of knots.

She didn't know what it was, but Badgerfleet always had that way of making her feel special and wanted. He really didn't even have to say anything anymore, just being there let her know that he would always be right there at her side as long as they were both alive. however him calling her a damsel in distress made her ear flick back in playful annoyance.

"If i remember right, i am the one who saves you from Thistlespots scoldings most of the time, so really you're the damsel in distress," she mewed matter-of-factly, her fluffy tail flicking his shoulder lightly. She stood and stretched shaking out her fur, poking her head out the den again. The sun had risen quite a bit already. Still a little chilly, but the walk wouldn't be as cold as it would have been moments ago.

"We can go on our walk first. Then we can come back and get these knots out," she announced sitting beside the entrance looking at her den-mate. "Knowing my luck, I'll get more knots while we're out in the marsh."

She felt a small purr leave her throat as Badgerfleet moved by her to lead her out. She quietly followed him the black and white tom out of the camp and squinted in the bright light. She wished things could be like they used to be: no pain and Foxfur being there with them.
"alright Badgerfleet, lets see what mess us old geezers can get ourselves into today," she thought amusingly as she walked beside the tom.

Word count: 336
Tags: Badgerfleet
Thoughts: These two remind me of my grandparents. lol