[EN] Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

It was still rather early in the morning, but Stag had already left the Cave of Rushing Water. However, he wasn't doing much hunting right about now. The tom had dragged himself to Vulture's Drop for a morning walk. He never really did spent much time on thinking where to go, he just went to where his paws would take him. And he was fine with that, really. He never worried too much and he liked some freedom and surprise to his life. Otherwise it would be an extremely dull one and he hated dull things. He was more the type for some fun and excitement. Not that he would find that here at Vulture's Drop, because the place was a bit eerie and very dangerous, but this at least was a nice stretch for his legs. He really wasn't one for sitting still. But now he stood at the top of the large cliff, a stretch away from the ledge as not to fall off. The mountainous territory stretched out before him and it actually looked quite serene. Sure, there was the occasional bird of prey here and there, but they could deal with those. If they were lucky they'd have them for dinner. With the hint of a smile he looked out over what he called home. Sure, it was a little rough, but he wouldn't trade the bold and strong mountains and the lush valleys and the booming redwoods for anything in the world. It was just that, however much he loved the territory, he had very few actual friends. He chatted up with a lot of his fellow Tribe mates, but it wasn't the same as real friendship. But that was something he would shed the tiniest bit of worry about on another day. Today, this morning, he was just going to enjoy life in the mountains.

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Good friends are like stars, even though you not always see them, you now they’re always there

PHaze walked close to the edge of vultures drop. The warm morning sun shone on her fur. With her eyes narrowed she searched for prey. Earlier she already catches a mouse, who was now burrowed between some rocks. She pointed her ears when she heard a noise from behind. Quickly, but silently, she turned around. She expected to see a fat mouse or maybe a bunny but instead she saw the brown striped fur of a cat. With a sniff she recognized the scent: Stag. The handsome brown tabby prey-hunter. One of the cats were she wasn’t that close to, but still it felt like she knew him already for ages. Or maybe it was just some other feeling. Haze decided to ignore it. She jumped to him, and hoped she didn’t scare him. “Hey Stag!” she meowed, almost to happy. “Also hunting?” she asked the tom, searching for a topic to talk about.

THANKS

A steady breeze was ruffling his fur when he was joined by one if his fellow tribe mates. A small she-cat, her fur varying shades of grey. Stag recognized her as Haze that Dissapears at Sunshine. She was about a moon younger as him and they'd both been To-Be's together, but they'd never really spoken. It seemed a running theme, with him. He'd been busy with exploring, having fun, but also his training, so he hadn't socialized much. But he was about to change that. Haze greeted him in an excited sort of way and he couldn't help but smile a little. "Not really. I was just on a walk and decided to enjoy the view." He simply replied. He did, maybe, wonder a little about the fact that she was hunting here. It was quite dangerous if you didn't watch the ledge. And he was pretty sure that focussing on a piece of prey meant that you couldn't focus on that. Yet he let it rest. A nice conversation was better than lecturing someone on dangers. "Though I suppose I must go out hunting later," Stag pondered. He couldn't very well ignore the responsibilty he had as a Prey Hunter.

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Good friends are like stars, even though you not always see them, you now they’re always there

Haze nodded, “Yes, the view is amazing over here.” and she inhaled the fresh air. “Sometimes I wish it could be always like this. No responsibility, just adventures and enjoying those amazing moments,” ze whispered, but loud enough so the brown cat could hear it. She looked down, it looks like you could look in an endless hole. A morning mist was slowing fading trough, in the haze, you could just see some small den trees. “Though I suppose I must go out hunting later,” the tom-cat meowed. “Yeah, we can hunt together if you want?” she replied. Just the idea of hunting together was giving here jitters, on a good way tough. She twisted her ears and pushed the feeling away. “There was not a lot of prey left when I went out,” she added.

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Haze seemed to agree that the view was amazing. It really was. It also gave him the feeling of freedom. Sure, life in the tribe was great and they lived in the wild, but really being free, no rules, no nothing, that was kind of the dream. But he knew it wasn't achievable by a long shot. Some cats needed rules, structure and direction or they would go down a dark path. Others went down that path even now. Yet, it was still a nice dream. The tom listened to Haze talking about no responsibilities and adventure and he couldn't help but hum in agreement. "Yeah, that'd be the life," he grinned. And yet, he knew that they couldn't do that. Haze, however, went on telling him that there wasn't much prey left when she set out today. Even now, with the warm season, the prey seemed to dissapear like crazy after it was caught. "Yeah, that sounds great. Al lot more fun at least," he replied, a bit of excitement coming into his voice. Hunting alone, or with cats you had nothing in common with, was always a bit of a drag and he could sense that that wouldn't be the case with Haze. The she-cat was optimistic and seemed to like the idea of fun and adventure, just like him. Though maybe, from what he observed from their daily lives, he was a bit more of a free spirit than her. But hey, that didn't have to stop the party.

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I closed my eyes to hold ends

and opened my heart for new beginnings.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Allot more fun at least,” the tom replied. He sounded a bit excited. Haze nodded a bit distracted. “More fun than just looking the birds out of the sky.” she smiled. She couldn’t wait any longer to hunt. Her paws tinted to run like wind and catch some fat mouse and devour it instantly. She hadn't eaten that morning and her stomach grumbled for food. On one way it looked like the prey was always scare, some days it seems to be turned back but after a single hunting group they all curled up in their nest again. Luckily there was not always hunger, most of the time every cat would go to bed; well-fed. “Come on. Let’s go instead of hanging here this way. Any hunting place preferences?” she meowed, but without waiting on an answer she slowly walked away with a flick of her tail.

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Haze seemed so impatient to go, so determined, that Stag couldn’t help but chuckle. Really, they still had all day to go and the prey wasn’t going to dissapear. They might even have more chance of catching something closer to sunhigh, as they were more likely to come out in the warmer afternoon sun. Yet, she seemed so excited and ready to go and who was he to deny a pretty she-cat her wish? ”I quite enjoy trying to kill birds with a look,” he joked, referring to when she said they should better hunt insted of look the birds out of the sky. She was right in the fact that it wouldn’t get them any prey, but it was still handy to see which places they frequented. But since you insist, let’s go to the redwoods,” Stag continued. The brown tom always did feel safer there than out in the other places of their territory when he was hunting without a cave guard present. The high trees with their leafs gave great cover from the birds of prey roaming through the sky above their heads, so an attack was less likely. It wasn’t that he was scared of them, but he was cautious and he didn’t think the Tribe of Rushing Water would like to lose two perfectly good Prey Hunter by the stupidity of their choices. ”Shall I lead, or would you like to, Miss Impatient,” he asked Haze teasingly. It was all in good fun.

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I closed my eyes to hold ends

and opened my heart for new beginnings.

“I quite enjoy trying to kill birds with a look,” the tom joked. Haze chuckled but didn’t reply. May she was a little bit too enthusiastic? They had plenty of time though, and a part of the prey would probably still sleep in their warm nests. “But since you insist, let’s go to the redwoods,” Stag continued. Haze nodded, “Fine by me, there will probably be the most prey.” She always liked the forest part of their territory, even tough you hadn’t that much wind blowing through your fur, the protection of the trees felt save. If so you didn’t have to look up all the time, watching eagles which tried to kill you. And they didn’t have a Cave Guard with them, Haze asked herself if Stag choose the Redwood for the safety or just because he liked it there, just like her. “Shall I lead, or would you like to, Miss Impatient,” the tom asked, “Or we could go together Mister Stag,” she replied with her cheek up and a bit of amusement in her voice. “But if sir wants to lead, he can lead.” she stood still and with a flick of her tail, she showed him that he could go in front.

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Haze seemed to agree that the Redwoods were their best bet, but she also seemed to give him a bit of cheek. Only fair, since he'd teased her in the first place and he could laugh about it. Though she did take his joking around a little serious and let him lead. Well, alright then, let's go. As he walked past her to take the lead, he childishly stuck his tongue out at her. Maybe the she-cat wouldn't appreciate it, maybe she could laugh about it, he really didn't care much. He was just having some fun and if she wanted to ruin it, she could do that somewhere else. "Well come on then, you wanted to hurry," Stag grinned, only before bounding away towards the redwoods. Just a little test to see if she could keep up with him and to tease her some more.

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