;}}-- s t r a t e r g y [middy/open]

[`s қ y . x x]

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent....

The sunlight streamed in through the gaps int he trees, birdsong filling the camp with almost an irritatingly high picthed chime. A light breeze drifted across the tops of the trees, sweeping down into the hollow that formed ThunderClan's camp. A light layer of snow was across the usually dusty camp clearing, for once chilling the paws of any cat who dared come out into the open. It was leafbare these days that the deputy valued the most. Trudging out of the warriors den, the large, cinnamon brown form of Oakstorm stood at the edge of the clearing, his semi-longhaired pelt glowing as the sun filtered downthrough the trees.

The shadowclan deputy grunted, his bright blue gaze sweeping across the camp as he tooked a few steps forward, his paws at once chilled from the fresh snow,packing down under his paws. A small purr escaped the tom's jaws as he continued through the snow and over to where a large oak stood, even with no leaves, sending a shadow over the fresh layer of snow. Sitting within the shade, the tom rolled onto his back,letting the chilling ampness of the snow rub in his burning pelt. For the last six moons, ShadowClan had been in thunderclan and this was the first snowfall, the first time in a long time that the shadows and cold dampness of shadowclan territory came back to him, soothing his pelt like what a riverclan cat might feel of they spent moons in windclan and then went and lept into water.

A small sigh escaped his jaws as he lay still, gaze focused on the clouds above, the few that creeped across the sky at that time anyways. He was missing home more than ever and, with there not having been a gathering for a long time, his mind was becoming set that maybe they would never get their territory bak again. He needed to talk to Dewstar, the leader should have some idea by now and, they had let their apprentices train for a long while now, they had to be almost ready to fight for what was theirs. Rolling onto his belly, tail flicking from side to side, Oakstorm let his blue gaze scan the camp once again.

...Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

character --> Oakstorm.
lyrics --> Every You, Every Me by Placebo.
listening to --> Golden I by Mindless Self Indulgence.
notes --> Thought it'd be good if we had a thread with Oak and Dew, seeing as it's been a while.

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[Miss Midnight||]

Dewstar
The den was cold; the winds that had brought snow had been bitter and proved the small, hollowed-out cave was not proving to be much of a shelter from the bone-chilling temperatures. A lump of blue-gray fur lay in a messy nest of moss, flanks heaving up and down to a slow rhythm. The she-cat’s coat clung to the skin in almost mats and the slightest protrusion of her ribs showed. She was not sleeping, for her frosty sapphire eyes were opened though they were dull and were not lit with the blue fire they had once been. ShadowClan had been sheltering in the confines of ThunderClan camp for moons, their true territory still under the reign of traitors and rogues. It seemed as though her camp was going to be overrun forever as it was taking nearly that long to get the remnants of her Clan on their paws. Dewstar released a puff of air from her nostrils and hauled herself up from her bedding, arching her back and reaching her forearms out in a stretch. She padded out of the den, wet snow making her pads ache in protest to the sudden coldness. She squinted her blues eyes in the sunlight that was a change from the darkness of the cave she had been in, scanning the clearing. The leader hadn’t been eating very much in the past moons and that was mostly because of her troubled mind. How could StarClan let this happen? She lost ShadowClan to a bunch of traitors! The very thought brought a dull throb of anger to her heart, but it faded as she whisked herself over to the fresh-kill pile. She selected a skinny thrush and plopped down in the thin layer of snow, idly plucking the feathers from the small bird.

[`s қ y . x x]

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent....

Drawing his tongue lightly over his lips, the deputy's ears pricked up at once as he spotte the familar silvery blue pelt of his leader as she stalked out of the leaders den. Deciding against jumping over to her at once, the cinnamon tom just watched as she picked her way over to the fresh kill pile. There was something weird about Dewstar as had been of late and he could guess that having to live in thunerclan camp wasn't doing her any good either. Leaving his mind to ponder on the questionable thoughts of the silvery she-cat, Oakstorm climbed steadily to his paws,claws unsheathing into the snow as he stood for a moment, letting the warm snlight melt the snow that was falling onto his soft cinnamon brown pelt. Aftera few moments of watching Dewstar pick the feathers off her meal, Oakstorm grunted, giving his thick pelt a hard shake, causing small drops of water and half-frozen flakes of snow to drift into the air, falling as silvery sparks against the snowy ground.

Rolling his shoulders slightly to try and unstiffen his shoulders, the deputy slowly aded over to the leader, sitting down with a small thump beside the leader. "Dewstar," he rasped, dipping his head respectfully to the leader. Letting his dark blue gaze drift up to the sky, he gave a deep,rumbling sigh. It hadn't been long ago that he'd been among those who had chased them out, not on the proper clan's side. That evil side of him, that was something he would forever feel guilty for. But after Dewstar ha named him deputy, he'd realised that he didn't care about power as he once had, he just wanted to serve his clan an help them. What a failue that had been. Looking at Dewstar, he flicked an ear. "How much longer do you think we'll be waiting for?" No point taking the long track, it was easier just to cut straght to the point. They couldn't wait much longer, no matter what anyone said. They had outstayed their welcome in thunderclan and more than ever they needed to get back to shadowclan, to get back their land before the next generation became fully thunderclan cats.

...Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

character --> Oakstorm.
lyrics --> Every You, Every Me by Placebo.
notes --> Thought it'd be good if we had a thread with Oak and Dew, seeing as it's been a while.

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