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Post by Fawn on Jan 14, 2013 23:47:21 GMT -5
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Shatani was in one of those moods again. You know, the kind that usually involved a small creature dying a painful, tragic death all because someone had said a name they shouldn't or doubted her future plans. Zuma had not been the one who poke the bear in the eye, so to speak, that had been a slip-up of Mosi, his smaller, yet older brother, Zuma having long-since noticed Mosi's loose-lipped personality quirk. It wasn't that he was a blabbermouth, it was just that sometimes he was so used to trying to get Shatani's attention that he blurted out the first thing that enters his mind without really giving it some thought.
Having never felt the need to start vying for mother's affections, Zuma found it particularly easy to walk away from Shatani and the rest of his family, choosing to walk through the snow and approach the strange outcropping of large, pointed spire-like stones that signified the Clans' meeting place. It was interesting, wasn't it? How the Clan leaders would all jump upon those rocks and look down upon their Clanmates, while doling out the latest status report as well as making any points or opinions known.
According to Shatani, Ravenstar - NightClan's leader - had created quite a stir at the last gathering. Zuma kinda wished he'd been there; he wasn't necessarily a lover of violence so much as he was feline interaction. Had some cats bristled so much they looked twice their size? Had others only stared in disbelief? Had anyone been frightened? The dynamics of such large gatherings of cats was a source of intrigue for the longer with the brown-tabby coat and the vibrant golden eyes. Brushing beneath a pine tree, he felt the snow clump and then melt atop his pelt, the muscular feline shaking the coldness away in a brisk shiver.
Walking right into the center of StarClan's Claws, Zuma sat, wrapped his tail around his paws and chuckled, gazing intently at his surroundings, the spark of intelligence bright. How much trial and error had happened in the early days, before the Clans had finally agreed on a proper place of peace?
He would never know, but that wouldn't stop him from imagining the answer for himself.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 15, 2013 0:14:22 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~~~ Her plan had been simple enough. She had decided that she would go on a bit of a hunting trip for her Clan. The tortoiseshell tabby had left camp, determined to catch something worth bringing back to the Clan. However, her mind ended up getting the better of her. Her paws took her wherever they pleased, wandering the forest quietly, nothing but the forest sounds around her. Many thought it was unwise for her to be wandering around alone. Should she run into trouble, she wouldn't be able to call for help. Brokensong's eyes flicked up to the sky above and she smiled softly. If she ran into trouble, it simply meant that StarClan had planned it for her, and that she should let things play out as they wished. She didn't desire to change her destiny. If it was time for her to join StarClan, she would join them. She suddenly wondered what would happen when she joined StarClan. It was said that, upon joining the ranks of StarClan, cats returned to their prime, old injuries were healed. Would she be able to speak in StarClan?
The thought both interested her and scared her. She had become so accustomed to being silent over the past 16 moons. She didn't know if she exactly wanted to speak. Sure, it would make communication easier... But still, wasn't her mute condition part of who she was? Would she lose this in StarClan? She didn't know, and Brokensong couldn't decide if she wanted to find out or not. They say change is a scary thing. Just pondering this, Brokensong could easily agree. She sighed, which was really only a heavy exhalation, shown by the steam rising from her muzzle. She blinked open her eyes, wondering just where her paws had taken her this time. Glancing around, she recognized that she was not far from what was known as StarClan's Claws. This was interesting... Why would she lead herself here? She shrugged softly, passing it off as nothing more than a coincidence. She continued towards the usual Gathering meeting place, wondering what it looked like void of cats.
The breathtaking torbie strode out of the denser part of the forest, breaking out into StarClan's Caws. She took in the wonder of it, as it stood in silence. She began to move again, with graceful bounds, and almost childlike excitement. It was about then that she ducked back into the trees, playing some sort of game of hide and go seek. She emerged on a different side of the clearing, still moving in the same manner, her facial features aglow with her childish excitement. She stretched upward, reaching high with her forepaws, as though chasing an imaginary butterfly, her coat blowing gently in the wind. The long furred she-cat landed softly on her paws once more, jaws parting in a silent laugh. She would have been giggling at this time, if she had had the choice.
It was here, with her jaws parted, that she caught the scent of another cat. Her ears shot up in alarm as her body tensed, gaze swinging in the direction of the scent. Her hazel-green gaze landed on a tabby tom, sitting in the clearing. Her ears flatted against her head and she took an uneasy step back. Her slight wave of fear was soon replaced, however, with a childlike curiosity, shown by the swivelling of her ears from their laid back position, and the fact her tail stilled for once, bent slightly near the top. Slowly, the she-cat tipped her head, offering a smile that teetered on the edge of uncertainty and timidity. Still, she could not be rude to this tom, stranger or not. [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 17, 2013 22:52:39 GMT -5
A dozen moons of training made it difficult for anyone to sneak up on a tom like Zuma. So it was no surprise to him that when his acutely sensitive ears picked up on the slightest sounds, he was turning around, greeted by the sight of a tortoiseshell she-cat. The brawny brown tabby stayed where he was, momentarily frozen, as though struck by lightning by sheer force of her presence alone. Amber eyes stretched wide, he seemed to absorb the entirety of her appearance in one greedy look, almost taken aback by how beautiful she was.
If Zuma could whistle, he would've.
Instead forced to shake his head from side to side in disbelief, the tom cleared his throat and spoke up, taking a step forward, eyes agleam with excitement - almost bubbly excitement that he hadn't felt in... a while! "Wow - this is not how I'm introducing myself, but you are one beautiful she-cat. The name's Zuma, by the way - I'm gonna say it again, you really are beautiful, like stunning. Stellar - is that even a word? Yeaaah that's a word." Purring with contentment, the brawny tom flashed her his biggest smile, taking a few self conscious seconds to smooth down the fur along his tawny chest, allowing his words to soak in. The way he spoke, it was as if he were a firework fizzling with activity and energy, a happy creature if ever there was one, with unparalleled drive to be exactly who he wanted to be and no one else. He didn't walk through life, he strolled and skipped his way through it. Every day was practically his birthday, so why not live it up to the fullest?
Not yet picking up on the fact that she was indeed mute, Zuma retreated to his own thoughts, head filled with fluff as he momentarily mooned over her. In all his time here, all the days he had spent looking curiously across all borders, occasionally stepping paw inside the territory, he had never seen anyone even close to being as visually pleasing as she was. Looking to Brokensong with genuine interest, Zuma was perfectly aware that a hundred cats might call him crazy, but he didn't care. She was beautiful - and a beautiful cat that had just literally walked into his life like she just had was definitely going to be a cat worth knowing.
Even if she hadn't have been beautiful, Zuma was convinced that this happenstance meeting was meant to occur - that's the way his world worked, didn't it? There wasn't any such thing as a missing piece or a spare part or a scene out of order.
Everything was as it should be.
Word Count: 458ish Notes: xD Excuse him, he's a sap despite being kind of an assassin-type, lol.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 18, 2013 0:43:35 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~~ "Wow - this is not how I'm introducing myself, but you are one beautiful she-cat. The name's Zuma, by the way - I'm gonna say it again, you really are beautiful, like stunning. Stellar - is that even a word? Yeaaah that's a word."
Hazel-green eyes blinked slowly, absolutely stunned by the words the tom had just spoken. She stared at him, slowly glancing behind her, just to make sure there wasn't some other she-cat standing nearby. He'd... He'd just called her beautiful... She didn't think she had ever been called beautiful before. Her gaze, which had returned to his, darted away suddenly and her tail swished softly from side to side, her weight shifted ever so slightly. Her pelt was heating up and the embarrassment was probably clear as day light in her eyes.
How... What was she supposed to do? She couldn't speak to him, he would think she was simply being rude, and that she had no interest in him. Which wasn't true at all. No one thought of sparing a moment for her. Most likely because they all knew she was mute... But even so, this tom was so... So different from any of the Clan cats she spoke to. He had even used a word she hadn't heard used before. What had he called her? Oh yes, stellar. She thought to herself. It must have been something positive, right?
The same timid smile crossed her features as she slowly brought her eyes up to his. Her right paw was shuffling slightly, an obvious sign of her earlier embarrassment. She looked at him evenly, but inside she was desperately clambering for something, some way to show him that she wasn't purposely ignoring him. She frowned slightly, her face lost in concentration for a moment.
Her jaws parted, as though she were going to speak, but a soft breath of air was the only thing to leave it, whirling upwards in a cloud of steam. She shut her mouth, swinging her tail to place it in front of her muzzle. As she did this, she smiled shyly, giving her shoulders a soft shrug. She wasn't aware of it, but she batted her eyelashes involuntarily, all in all looking rather adorable as she simply tried to explain to this tom that she couldn't speak.
Who would ever get that message, however, when she looked as drop-dead gorgeous as she did now. Still, she looked at him hopefully, her head tipping to the side slightly. Her long fur was tugged gently by the wind as she waited got him to react to her, hoping he'd seen her. [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 18, 2013 18:19:04 GMT -5
Zuma had waited with baited breath for what he could never doubt to be a beautiful, melodious sound that would signal the she-cat as speaking, but the sound never came. Rather than be disappointed, however, Zuma felt his jaws part slightly, a question just about to launch itself into the open air when Brokensong did something unexpected.
She covered her mouth with her tail with a delicate gesture that was - no other word here would fit - actually rather adorable. He'd never SEEN anything he could call adorable before. Being a predator, baby mice and other such small, tottering creatures that usually became his dinner were not what he would consider cute or adorable or whatever. But that small soft gesture of shyness - it must've been - had him purring and shaking his head again, as if he had doubted his ability to get even more starstruck but had just been proven wrong. "Thistles and Thorns, you must want me to stand here the rest of my life just looking at you!" Zuma could scarcely believe this she-cat existed before him.
She was... She was sweet, ridiculously pretty and somehow with a healthy dose of cuteness thrown in for good measure. That does it. He must've thought her up one sunny afternoon when he was bored, and here she was. The forest was a big place - it had taken both her and him quite a while to eventually cross paths.
Utterly enthralled by the quiet beauty before him, it was Zuma's turn to tilt his head at a slight 45-degree angle, stepping closer and examining her a little closer, as though expecting to find her edges fuzzy or unfocused, like a strange dream.
Nope. She was definitely here. Smiling broadly, the tom had no time for self-consciousness or awkward shuffling of his paws when there was so much to say to her. "It's okay if you're shy - I don't mind shy - you don't have to say anything at all if you don't want to." He explained with unusual earnestness. Zuma had not yet figured out that she was mute, despite her clever display of explaining that she could not produce any noise, but that was okay for now. He was content with doing all the talking. "Lemme guess your name - how's that? It's more fun than just a boring ol' introduction anyway! How about...Greeneyes? Dappledpelt? Quietheart? Shiningheart? Quailfeather?"
It was funny that he was actually giving it some serious thought. Eyes sparkling like firelight, the tom kept studying her, watching her with mesmerized eyes as though if he looked long enough, the answer would literally seep up out of the ground and right to the tip of his tongue.
Word Count: 508 Notes: xD She can just shake her head no, lol, since he isn't all that close yet. He likes to make life interesting. Bear with his weirdness. x]
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 18, 2013 18:36:03 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~ Her hazel-green eyes widened and blinked, rather stunned as the tom continued on. "Thistles and Thorns, you must want me to stand here the rest of my life just looking at you!" Her jaw popped open slightly at this, and her tail flicked, indicating her as she once again glanced over her shoulder, just to be sure he was talking to her. She, of course, stayed silent as the words continued to tumble out of his mouth. "It's okay if you're shy - I don't mind shy - you don't have to say anything at all if you don't want to."
It was all getting rather confusing for poor Brokensong. At least the tom didn't mind shy? She supposed that she was a little on the shy side, but she was certain he was mistaking her silence for her being shy, which was not the case. She would have loved to speak to him. Instead, she was left blinking her pretty eyes at him as her tail came to rest over her paws. And then, another curveball.
"Lemme guess your name - how's that? It's more fun than just a boring ol' introduction anyway! How about...Greeneyes? Dappledpelt? Quietheart? Shiningheart? Quailfeather?" The she-cat nearly fell over, absolutely taken aback by the fact he wanted to know her name in the first place. No one took enough time to figure it out. It was always someone else who had to tell them she was mute and that her name indeed reflected that. If she recalled correctly, Lionstar's silver apprentice, Featherpaw, had interjected to mention her name to cats before. She was grateful for that, but still, the fact the tom was trying to guess it? How in the name of StarClan would he guess Brokensong?
She blinked at him, listening to the names and shaking her head as he spoke each one. A smile was spreading over her lips as he continued on, with her continuously shaking her head. When he ended with Quailfeather, the she-cat laughed silently, her face lighting up in the excitement that seemed to vibrate from the tom, taking hold of the she-cat. Her laughing breath billowed around her gently in a soft stream of steam. As she finished, she gave him one more definite shake of her head, twitching her whiskers at him, almost daring him to continue. Her eyes were bright with joy, pure joy, that she hadn't felt in a long while.
Even if this didn't last, she felt that StarClan had had them meet for a reason. If he could bring her this much joy, even for a short time, then it was a gift from StarClan, a sign to let her know to keep on going. [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 19, 2013 19:50:48 GMT -5
What did she keep looking over her shoulder like that? Wait, does she think I'm talkin' to someone else? Zuma would've laughed out loud if he wasn't so distracted by everything she did, once again completely missing the absence of sound in favor of seriously contemplating her name.
It was absurd though. Why in the name of sticks and stones would he be talking about someone else?
Last time he'd checked, there was only one cat like her standing in front of him, and if he had to wager a guess, only one cat like her in the whole forest. He'd know if he'd thought up another one like her, after all. "What about Gingerfur? Or maybe Warmheart? Uhhhh..." Clan cats were mostly named after their appearance at first, and then the suffix might sometimes display a strong personality trait or something? That was the usual order of things, right?
But how did you describe her? What name could possibly sum her up in entirety that would be an accurate, if not perfect representation of the beautiful feline before him?
This one's gonna be tough! Even with the mountainous challenge ahead of him, Zuma still grinned, halting his guesses to watch the short gusts of frosty clouds twist and dissipate from her dappled jaws, registering it as laughter despite no sound coming out. "Cloudbelly! Oh, wait, wait, better, Steamcloud!" Yes, he had to be right. Oh c'mon, please tell me I'm right! Looking at her startlingly beautiful visage with warm golden eyes that fizzled and flickered with life, Zuma unconsciously took a few steps closer, whiskers twitching in anticipation. He tilted his head to the side as the truth finally hit him like a fallen tree.
Wait a minute...
"A-Actually, her name is Brokensong."
Whipping around with a cobra's quickness, the sturdy brown tabby tom looked to a silver shaded kitten and an even taller gray tabby cat, the TreeClan scents that met his nostrils identifying them as Brokensong's Clanmates. Rather than feel relief at finally knowing her name, Zuma felt his stomach drop at how distasteful the name actually was. "Brokensong?" He narrowed his eyes, expression souring. "I don't like what that implies. She's not broken, she's just quiet! There's a difference."
[/color] Turning around to face the cat in question, Zuma shook his head, looking slightly pained. "I'm not going to call you Brokensong. I'm going to call you Quietsong, is that okay...?" He would call her by her real name if that's what she honestly wanted, but he would forever hate it. To Zuma, it was cruel. It implied that there was something wrong with her; just because she was different didn't make her wrong or broken. Just because she couldn't make any noise didn't somehow make her any less of a feline. He'd shred anycat to pieces who dared treat her poorly! And that was a promise! Word Count: 577 Notes: x3 Rawr. He feels quite indignant over her namesake~ [/size][/blockquote]
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 19, 2013 20:28:56 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~~ "What about Gingerfur? Or maybe Warmheart? Uhhhh..." The torbie continued her silent laughter, shaking her head at the names he suggested. The she-cat was so caught up in the tom's voice, his enthusiasm, that she wasn't paying attention to the world around her. "A-Actually, her name is Brokensong." Her eyes shot open wide and with one swift, graceful movement, she spun to face the new voice. She instantly recognized the two apprentices approaching, identifying them as Featherpaw and Silverpaw. Her eyes were wide with alarm, and she backed away slightly, slowly, meeting the taller silver apprentice's icy blue eyes.
She heard her name spoken once more, with a tone that was almost... Disgusted. She didn't turn to look at the tom, however, still caught up in the hard blue eyes of Lionstar's apprentice. "I don't like what that implies. She's not broken, she's just quiet! There's a difference."
"I'm not going to call you Brokensong. I'm going to call you Quietsong, is that okay...?" It was about then that she bumped into the tom, her ears flicking up and her gaze swinging to blink, stunned, at him. She scooted away, tail flicking in embarrassment as she gave her shoulders a shrug, indicating that she didn't really mind. She glanced towards the silver apprentices again, her body shifting from side to side slightly in her obvious embarrassment. How could she possibly explain this? And it just had to be Lionstar's apprentice too. Brokensong knew the silver cat to be hot headed, and mouthy. There's no way this would be kept a secret.
The silver she-cat spoke suddenly, with a voice that Brokensong was, in honest truth, a little jealous of. "You're just changing her name, huh? That's interesting. Just so you know, and just so we're all clear, she's mute. She can't talk. Never has been able to. And her name? From the nickname her mother used to call her. Don't get your tail in a twist. Seriously, a name is a name. No one thinks any less of her." [/b] It was... Odd to the she-cat that the silver apprentice was... Defending her? She looked up at the she-cats, offering a slight smile to the pair before turning to Zuma, the apologetic look clear on her features as she shuffled her paws. Slowly, she met his gaze again, her tail flicking to him, a gentle touch, before it moved to her muzzle again. She smiled at him, an attempt to tell him she didn't mind what he called her. She almost felt there was a chance they wouldn't see much of each other anyway. She'd be Brokensong to everyone in the Clans, the cats she spent her life with. And suddenly, her heart dropped in her chest.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 19, 2013 23:15:53 GMT -5
The soft brush of dappled fur against him momentarily distracted the outsider from the two silver she-cats, his golden eyes widening and flicking to their corners, catching an apologetic looking Brokensong out of their corners. "Hey you have nothing to be sorry about, okay? I'm gonna call you Quietsong or...Silentsong, if you really don't mind." Though his tone was gentle and friendly and warm with her, it audibly shifted once he returned his attention back to Silverpaw and Featherpaw.
The loner snorted. "I know she's mute. And just so we're all clear," He retorted, tossing her words back in her face with a spark of his golden gaze. "She's a helluva lot better than her name suggests. How would you like every cat you've ever known to call you Brokenpaw all day? Doesn't feel good, does it?"
[/color] How is that name NOT offensive? And what sort of nickname did her mother have for her when she was young? Zuma dearly hoped it wasn't a nickname born out of grimness or disappointment in having a child who could not speak. The young tom couldn't quite place his finger on it, but this whole topic was making him uncomfortable. From what he knew of the Clan cats, names were important. They would follow you the rest of your life, unless some tragic accident happened that required a distasteful name change. But for Brokensong...to have been labeled as broken from the moment she had opened her eyes... It frustrated him. "Did either one of you ever ask if she likes her name or not? Nicknames aside." Zuma challenged, watching Silverpaw bristle with discomfort, her dark green eyes darting away from the brawny tabby on over to the mute she-cat in question. N-No...we never really asked her if she liked her name...For some reason, talking to this strange cat who smelled of noplace in particular was making her feel really guilty. Silverpaw had nothing against Brokensong - how on earth could she? The newly made apprentice viewed the mute she-cat like the respectable warrior she was, not holding her in a negative light just because she couldn't communicate like everyone else. But now that she thought about it... A lot of the TreeClan cats were just sort of 'used' to her and her muteness, and therefore didn't bother engaging her in conversation at all. Silverpaw shuffled her paws awkwardly in the snow. I'll make more of an effort to talk to Brokensong, she pledged silently, just because she's mute doesn't mean she has nothing to say. Word Count: 495 Notes: :3 Future Silverpaw/Featherpaw or Silverpaw/Brokensong thread? And definitely more Zuma/Broken. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 19, 2013 23:50:44 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~~ Brokensong was starting to feel uncomfortable as tensions began to rise between the tom and Lionstar's apprentice. She had expected as much, with Featherpaw's well known temper, but that still didn't make it more comforting. Her pelt began to prick, and her wide green eyes met those of the other apprentice, who looked just as scared and surprised as she was.
"I know she's mute. And just so we're all clear, she's a helluva lot better than her name suggests. How would you like every cat you've ever known to call you Brokenpaw all day? Doesn't feel good, does it?" The torbie had never thought of her name as something negative. To be honest, she'd simply thought it to be... Well the truth, she supposed. She took a hesitant step back, suddenly worried. She should do something. She knew she should. Silverpaw was so young... She was the warrior. Brokensong knew she should be able to stop this. And yet, she found herself completely useless as it continued.
"Did either one of you ever ask if she likes her name or not? Nicknames aside." This distracted the tortoiseshell tabby for a moment, bringing her gaze to the tom. The comment had taken her completely by surprise. However, the same could not be said for Featherpaw. "Oh puh-lease!' The silver apprentice hissed back, taking an aggressive step forward. "At least her name is pretty. It could easily have been Brokenvoice, or Missingvoice or something. If you ask me, Brokensong is a thousand times better than the other alternatives. No one asks for their name, foxdung. Get used to it. So what, apprentice name might not have been the best name you could hope for, but you're only an apprentice for six moons. You're a warrior for the rest of your life. And I quite like her name. Whether you like it or not is your decision." [/b] The silver tabby's tail lashed from side to side, and Brokensong suddenly noticed the slightest bunching of Featherpaw's muscles. "And don't you DARE insult me!" The apprentice snarled, and then she sprung. The torbie didn't have time to register anything. She didn't recall initiating any movement, but suddenly, she was sailing through the air. Her body shifted in the air, making it so that her shoulder made contact with Featherpaw's body, throwing the other cat off balance. However, Brokensong's weight was also thrown off, and she landed heavily on her paws, staggering slightly. Featherpaw was pushed to the ground and rolled once, before pulling herself up. Brokensong's tail lashed, her fur fluffed up so she was twice her size. Her green eyes met Featherpaw's blue eyes, and for a moment, they were hard, lips pulled back in a silent snarl. It was then that Brokensong realized what she'd done. On her own Clanmate too. Her ears shot up and her eyes widened. She glanced at Featherpaw, but the apprentice was already stalking away, favouring her left side slightly. Brokensong caught her muttering to Silverpaw that she was going back to camp, and her ears pinned to her head. She glanced at Silverpaw, then at Zuma, before shifting to stare at her paws instead. As her fur slowly began to lie flat again, she couldn't help but feel horribly ashamed.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 21, 2013 23:25:45 GMT -5
What was the lesser of the two evils? Attacking a Clanmate for the sake of a loner tom she had only just met, or standing by and watching a Clanmate attack someone who did not necessarily deserve the attack? Zuma did not have much time to contemplate this - not until much later, when he had said goodbye to the silent she-cat that had completely stolen his heart - instead the tawny tabby tom was left bristling, gleaming irises locked upon the retreating form of Featherpaw as she stalked her way back to camp.
Though he felt it was a bit unprovoked, he had been prepared through muscle memory and instinct to absorb Featherpaw's attack and retaliate with no thought to how Brokensong might feel should he strike one of her young Clanmates. Silently cursing himself for his carelessness, the loner felt his temper flare when he took a good look at Brokensong, an after image of her staggering on her paws as she lunged forward to intervene Featherpaw's attack was burned into retinas, impossible to forget any time soon. "I'm sorry - you shouldn't have had to do that. I put you into an awkward position." He mewed, sounding genuinely apologetic. Nice job badgerbrain, you've just made things complicated and difficult for her.
Zuma bowed his head, tail brushing against the dirt. He wasn't going to lie, he wanted to shred the insolent apprentice that had snapped at him, wanting nothing more than to blame the whole scenario on her - but that would've been too easy, too childish of him. It was partially his fault too. "Still, despite what's happened I'm very glad I met you, Silentsong. I don't think I can leave here knowing I won't be able to see you again - I'd like for this to be see you soon and not goodbye, if that's okay."
Oh yes. He was still calling her Silentsong. There wasn't a force strong enough on earth or amongst the stars that would make him change his mind when it had been decided, except for maybe her. It wasn't as though he hadn't gotten her permission first, after all. Studying the beautiful she-cat's ashamed expression, Zuma felt his skin itch beneath his pelt, his muscles burning with the desire to just lurch forward and lick the top of her head, meaning it in a comforting gesture only. It's anything but your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself, Silentsong. Though he was still sorting out his feelings, Zuma had been able to at least grasp the feeling of gratitude, of being touched by her sudden rush to his defense, the beautiful TreeClan feline seeming to not think, only act when Featherpaw had chose to lunge at him.
Zuma had not expected such a response from her, and though he was more than capable of handling an apprentice on his own, the gesture alone had earned her his respect, not that she hadn't already had it. It's just that now he was able to confirm his suspicions all along; she was truly as kindhearted as she looked. Her action without thought proved as much.
Word Count:563 Notes: I feel like this thread is coming to a close? They can make plans to meet again, and maybe we can start a new thread? :3 Maybe they can hang out while it's dark and just talk? And by talk I mean he talks enough for both of them, lol. Or he shows her some of the cool places he's found.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 21, 2013 23:44:58 GMT -5
Brokensong ~~~~~~~~~~ Brokensong didn't look up when she heard his voice. "I'm sorry - you shouldn't have had to do that. I put you into an awkward position." Her gaze remained on her paws as her tail lay motionless on the ground below. She couldn't understand why she'd done that. Yes, she knew that it hadn't been right of Featherpaw to attack Zuma... But she hadn't even paused to think about it. It had just happened. How could her body have possibly reacted so quickly to protect a tom she hardly even knew? Her ears were laid back as she stared at the ground.
"Still, despite what's happened I'm very glad I met you, Silentsong. I don't think I can leave here knowing I won't be able to see you again - I'd like for this to be see you soon and not goodbye, if that's okay." This made her look up. Silentsong... A soft smile brushed over her lips as he stayed true to his word. He had said he would not call her Brokensong, because she wasn't broken. She suddenly focused on the other words he spoke and her hazel-green eyes grew wide. Her heart made an odd flutter, which she chose to ignore for the time being.
She found herself nodding enthusiastically at his final words, but she knew she should go after Featherpaw. She wasn't sure how she could explain, but she needed to at least try and apologize. She rose to her paws, before bowing her body low, head ducked in an extravagant motion of farewell. She looked up at the sky above, blinking her eyes, before motioning with her tail. However he chose to interpret that was his choice. All she knew was that, for her, this place would forever be sacred.
To her, her movements had meant that, if StarClan willed for it to happen, they would meet again, just as they had today. She didn't expect him to understand, as he wasn't a Clan cat, but still, it was a beautiful motion, one that exhibited her grace, and her colors. In one quick movement, she moved forward, gently touching her nose to his shoulder, before turning and bounding away, signalling for Silverpaw to follow her.
She hoped this was StarClan's will... [/size]
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