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Post by Fawn on Aug 16, 2013 17:26:14 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG 22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
Unlike one particular blue-furred feline, the adjustment period for Zephyrfang, previously Zuma, had gone swimmingly. An adaptable sort of guy, Zephyrfang had immediately become quite taken with the rest of the Clan, developing a fondness for the entire group as though he'd been born here all along, perhaps a little of his mother's Clan-born heritage bleeding through. Reciprocation of these feelings took about as long as was expected, the warriors and elders regarding him with suspicion and prejudice, whereas the younger generations were open and friendly, asking him to play or tell a story or convey something to Brokensong if he saw her again later.
He was quite popular in the nursery, though several of the kits he'd befriended (whose parents he'd eventually gotten to warm up to him) were now in the nursery.
Carrying back a long-necked thrush, the handsome golden brown tabby dropped it onto the pile, pressing a paw to squish it down to prevent it from rolling or smacking some poor cat in the face if they dislodged it improperly – long tawny ears picking up a comical conversation coming from alongside the apprentices' den.
”You ask her!”
”No you go ask her. I did it last time!”
A dark ginger kitten was being nudged by a slightly larger dark brown and white tom, Zephyrfang recognizing both to be Flamepaw and Barkpaw, his muzzle turning up at the corners into a humored smile.
”Ask who what?” He interrupted, startling both kittens, their eyes wide until they relaxed, recognizing him from their kit days.
Barkpaw grinned. ”Scaredyguts over here won't ask Daisypaw to go hunting with us.”
Zephyrfang peered around the apprentices to a pretty silver and white she-kitten grooming herself in a patch of sunlight, possibly exchanging words with her mentor or parent, as a tall dark tabby was standing next to her. Zephyrfang grinned. Now he understood. ”So which one of you has the huge crush on her? Barkpaw?”
He swore both toms flushed beneath their pelts, and Flamepaw possibly got redder, the pair exchanging glances.
”Flamepaw!” Barkpaw finally blurted, and his friend nudged him in the shoulder hard, ears flattening.
”I do not! I only like her a little.”
”So tell her you want to get to know her better,” The former loner advised, taking a seat. He wasn't normally this involved with the romantic pursuits of his Clanmates, but Zephyrfang couldn't quite resist having a say.
”What if she says no?” There was no disguising the note of panic and worry over rejection in Flamepaw's voice, Barkpaw, who had nothing to contribute, staying silent.
Zephyrfang flicked the top of Flamepaw's ears with her tail. ”Then tell her how much fun and excitement she's going to miss out on. Tell her you're a really great guy and you won't ask her twice.” If she makes you this nervous then she's gotta be something special.
Flamepaw gawked at him. ”I-I can't say that!”
Zephyrfang nudged him in the direction of Daisypaw with his nose, chuckling. ”Of course you can. Make it seem like you're the most interesting tom in the world, and that she'd be lucky to spend some time with you. Good luck~”
While he left the two tom-kittens to get their priorities in order, Zephyrfang's thoughts went along a similar path to the she-cat he'd been 'crushing' on for a while now. He almost stopped dead in his tracks, having realized something he must've been out of his mind to have missed for so long.
He really hadn't asked her yet?
Mousebrain.
Just like Flamepaw with Daisypaw, Zuma had a little something he wanted to ask a very special someone, mentally kicking himself for not saying so sooner – calling Brokensong's name as made his rounds within TreeClan's camp.
It was time to take his own advice, and just go for it, even if there was a slim chance of rejection.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 16, 2013 19:57:57 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
f you had asked the tortoiseshell tabby she-cat what she had been doing all day.. Well she wouldn't tell you. Wouldn't be able to tell you, truthfully. She was mute. What did you expect? The fact was, she'd been doing just about everything. When the sun had risen to a point where the warriors began to rise from their nests, Brokensong had gone out hunting alongside two other warriors, Skyfall and Feathercloud. It had been a bizarre group, with one extremely talkative, smart-mouth she-cat, a tom who preferred solitude and silence to think, and a she-cat who couldn't talk at all. But in the end, it had been a successful patrol. Headed by Skyfall, the oldest of the group, they had returned with at least one piece each. The white tom had carried in a rabbit, Brokensong herself brining in a thrush and a vole that she'd been lucky to snag, and Feathercloud bringing it home with two squirrels and a blackbird that she had pretty much plucked right out of the air.
Upon returning to camp, Brokensong had gathered her two kills, as well as Skyfall's rabbit, and had somehow miraculously managed to haul them all to the elder's den. She'd stayed and listened to their stories for some time, even sharing a bit of the rabbit when she was offered a piece. Dismissing herself silently, touching each of them gently on the shoulder in farewell, Brokensong had gone to visit the queens and kits in the nursery. She was told that someone had already brought them prey, and the torbie she-cat could almost imagine who that had been. Taking a brief moment to play with some of the kittens, Brokensong waved farewell with her tail, pretending not to hear the soft voices of kits asking their mothers why she never spoke.
Brushing it off, Brokensong joined a border patrol voluntarily, tagging along with the assigned group. She followed them until they began their trek back, where she motioned her goodbye, choosing instead to do a bit more hunting. She wasn't as lucky this time, returning empty pawed, but it didn't seem to bother her. She had tried her best, and that was all that could be asked. Nodding her head in greeting to some of the passing cats as she padded through camp, Brokensong had made the decision to head back to the warrior's den, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on her. The day was still young, but the beautiful she-cat decided she could spare an hour or so to take a nap.
Falling asleep to an empty nest next to hers was harder than she would have thought, so used to the comforting and familiar scent of Zephyrfang, her closest friend in the whole of TreeClan. He loves me. Eventually, however, she won the battle against sleep and managed to drift off for a bit of a rest.
She wasn't sure how long her rest lasted, though it couldn't have been very long. She felt groggy, her mind fogged when she was awoken from her doze, aware of someone calling her name. Rolling onto her belly, Brokensong blinked her hazel-green eyes, allowing them to blink away the sleepy haze that prohibited them from focusing properly. It was then that she recognized the voice calling her name. Unable to call to him, the pretty she-cat rolled to her paws, padding out of the entrance to the den. She could hear his voice loud and clear, an indication that he must not be far off.
Temporarily blinded by the sun as she exited the warrior's den, Brokensong didn't see the tabby tom striding before her, busy calling out a familiar name. It wasn't until the tortoiseshell tabby bumped right into his strong shoulder that she realized there was anyone in close proximity at all. Of course, she recognized his scent immediately. Blinking once to clear her vision, her gaze landed upon the familiar figure of Zephyrfang, an unmistakable happiness blooming in her chest. It sent her heart aflutter, and her face seemed to brighten, all tiredness forgotten. A silent purr vibrated in her chest as she leaned forward to give him a nudge, admittedly wanting to feel his fur against hers again.
With a soft smile and a tip of her head, Brokensong silently asked him the reason he'd been searching for her. She had been missing him all day, and couldn't have been more excited to see him. Her plume-like tail waved behind her gently as she waited, gazing back at him, a gentleness behind her orbs that was reserved only for the one standing before her.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 16, 2013 21:04:20 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG 22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
Upon finally laying eyes on the beautiful dappled coat of the she-cat he loved, Zephyrfang's heart warmed to every corner, and he nuzzled her back with such affection one of the senior warriors about to pass by stepped abruptly away from them, looking embarrassed as though they'd stepped in on something private, despite the setting being very much the middle of camp. ”Do I need a reason to want to see you?” Zephyrfang grinned, having long since learned how to interpret that sweet little head-tilt of hers, Brokensong's soft features gazing up at him.
Okay so he did have a reason, but that didn't mean it was the only way he'd ever come track her down – just wanting to be in her presence after a long day of warrior duties was reason enough for him. Intending to get straight to the point, Zephyrfang was suddenly aware of how many cats were in the vicinity – not that him asking her such a question in front of all their Clanmates would particularly bother him – he was faintly concerned with the possibility of their presence ruining the mood. Well maybe he was being silly.
There wasn't a single cat outside of his mother that could possibly ruin the mood when he was with Brokensong.
”Actually,” he winked, amber eyes playful, ”follow me. There's something I want to ask you.”
Judging by the state of her fur – a cute little tuft of fur sticking up on the top of her head where she couldn't see it – and the den she'd just come from, Brokensong had taken a nap shortly after sunhigh, catching up on the beauty sleep he knew she didn't need. Though he wouldn't suggest it, in his all too lovesick opinion, she could've stayed up an entire moon and still looked gorgeous in his eyes. Zuma knew her father would agree.
Guiding her out of TreeClan's base camp, the handsome tawny tabby had no intention of going very far – just far enough that they would be entitled to a little privacy, and he could ask her a question that was meant for her ears only. It didn't exactly concern anyone else, now did it? Not her friends, not her mentor, not even her jealous suitors (Well maybe it did concern them, but Zuma didn't really want to rub it in their faces. That would be rude, even for him.) - this was a question meant for her and her alone, and the former loner's heart jumped up into his throat, eager to spill it's contents via that one single inquiry.
He came to a stop near the sparkling brook, unconsciously using the quietly gurgling water source as a romantic backdrop, turning around to face her, expression warm. In his gut was a weird mixture of nervousness and fortitude, obviously committed to asking, with that tiny modicum of worry that she may very well say no.
Zuma got right to it.
Leaning forward to smooth down the tuft of fur sticking up on the top of her head, he smiled. ”I should've asked you this the first day Lionstar let me join the Clan. I'm already the happiest tom in the forest, just being with you every day – buuuut I thought I might as well make it official.” He took a deep breath, heart freezing mid-beat. ”Silentsong, will you be my mate?”
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 17, 2013 9:58:46 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
Her face brightened further at the tom's words. She supposed that he didn't need a reason to want to see her. It happened to her quite frequently when she was out and about without him. There was a distinct part of her that wished they would be on more patrols together. Perhaps then she might be able to focus more on the task at paw. Or she would simply be more distracted by his presence. Smiling brightly at the thought, Brokensong's ears turned towards Zephyrfang as the loner-turned-Clan cat asked her to follow him. Not about to argue with the tom, and quite content to follow him to the edge of the world and back, the beautiful tortoiseshell tabby trotted behind the tabby tom before her, that silent purr still rumbling in her chest.
Padding their way out of TreeClan's camp, the mute she-cat began to wonder just what it was that the tom wanted to ask her. Why couldn't he ask me back at camp? She thought to herself, plume like tail swishing contently behind her. Still, she would not question Zephyrfang's motives. He was a peculiar tom, in a way, liking most of the time to do things his way. And she loved him for it. She wouldn't change anything about him for the world. Judging it best not to doubt him, and simply tag along behind him, the TreeClan warrioress followed closely behind the tom she'd come to love in the past few moons.
Her hazel-green eyes glanced around the area she knew as the Sparkling Brook, taking in the scenery, letting the soft sound of the water movement almost lull her to sleep. She turned her blissful gaze towards the handsome tabby tom who stood before her, noticing that he had come to a stop, even turned to face her. We must be here... She thought, smiling at him. When he leaned forward to lick her head, Brokensong felt her fur heat up slightly. Oh StarClan... Did I miss a spot when grooming? She thought to herself, her tail curling slightly in embarrassment.
She didn't have long to dwell upon that question, for soon after, Zephyrfang's voice greeted her ears. She listened, genuinely intrigued by what he was saying. Should have asked me when Lionstar let him join..? She blinked once, wondering where this little speech was going. As the tom continued, her ears pricked and her pretty green gaze widened as slowly she began to understand. Make it official..? Is... Is he going to...
And then he said it. Momentarily distracted by the fact he still insisted on calling her Silentsong, and not Brokensong, the tortoiseshell tabby stood stock still, blinking as though she didn't fully comprehend his question. Her breathing came to a halt as she held her breath, that ever present rumbling in her chest ceasing as she took in everything that he had just said.
He wants me... To be his mate...
And then it all came crashing back. Her confusion evaporated, the brightness returned to her eyes as joy swept over her. As though forgetting that she couldn't speak, she mouthed a single word, not that she expected him to understand. Yes! Oh the things she wanted to say to him... The things she would say if she could. As it were, she was forever stuck in her unintentional vow of silence. Still, she could make him understand in her own way.
Jumping slightly in her excitement, resembling a little kit who was about to leave the nursery for the first time, Brokensong would have squealed in her joy, had she been given the chance. Nearly throwing herself at the tabby tom, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, before pressing herself against him, their fur brushing and mingling. Her feathery tail found his, twining with it as she made sure he could feel the new purr that vibrated from her chest. Pressing the top of her head to his chin, she shut her eyes, relishing in the feel of him.
He wants me to be is mate!
Pulling away from him slightly, so that he could see her once more, the mute warrioress nodded her head enthusiastically, as though the rest of her display might not have been enough. Once satisfied that he would understand her unquestionable yes, she returned to his side, wanting to feel his fur against hers once more.
This is perfect...
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Post by Fawn on Aug 20, 2013 18:41:54 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG 22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
And to think, he'd actually been nervous up until the point where she'd said yes. Well, she hadn't said it in the most literal sense, but he'd read the message loud and clear and with silent purrs; he returned her affectionate behavior with purrs and nuzzles of his own, able to perfectly recall her burst of excitement and how she even went so far as to mouth the words yes just in case he had somehow misunderstood. Oh but how could he?
He knew her well enough now, loved her well enough by now that it was hard for him to ever misinterpret what she meant or how she felt; if he let his ego take center stage for a moment, the loner formerly known as Zuma could now say with complete confidence that he was the only cat in the whole forest that was the perfect match for his Silentsong. It wasn't a question of whether other toms would find her attractive - they currently did and would continue to do so, despite her already having a mate - it was a question of whether they could communicate with her, whether they could understand and not trample all over the beautiful tortoiseshell's feelings just because she was mute.
Though he was just crowned the happiest tom in the entire forest by her consent to be his significant other, Zephyrfang's thoughts couldn't help but revolve around the topic of the future, and how they would be perceived within the Clan. Normally he didn't care for such things, but he'd been...musing a great deal more than normal, his thoughts dwelling on subjects that previously held no interest for him; the biggest had to be kits. He was of absolute surety that any offspring he had with Brokensong would be the smartest, most talented and best looking kits in the history of TreeClan, and he would tell this to anyone fool enough to ask. With the subject of kits tiptoeing through the back of his mind every now and again, particularly when he passed by the nursery on his way to deposit something on the fresh kill pile, something else had come to the forefront of his thoughts.
It was his mate's real name. The one he refused to call her by, preferring what he had given her when they'd first met, despite having heard from Thornshadow himself the reasoning behind it. He didn't want their future offspring to hear her name and become confused, or worse, to think there was something wrong with her, to take the meaning of 'broken' too literally. Zephyrfang simply could not tolerate that kind of viewpoint, even from his own kits, who were supposed to love her and accept her just as much as he did. He would not put up with that. So, after a bit of time had passed where they stayed like this, basking in the warmth and affection of each other's company, Zephyrfang finally spoke up. "Have you ever...considered changing your name?"
He knew this was going to come as a bit of a surprise to her, but he was ready and willing to explain himself, should she give him one of her cutely confused looks and an even cuter little head-tilt.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 22, 2013 9:38:46 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
She could have spent the rest of her life cuddled up against him. The feel of his fur against hers, his deep, rumbling purr in her ears... Everything was perfect. As she buried her face into his fur, she couldn't help but draw in his scent and feel safe once more. There had been moments of sadness so powerful within her in the days after the fire. Days where she lacked the will to eat, or to stand. But he had been there. And if he hadn't she wouldn't have been able to take the baby steps required to move on.
She would have been trapped by her silence, unable to let her feelings escape. But Zephyrfang... It was like he knew exactly what she was feeling every moment of the day. He made her feel as though there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, reminded her that she was beautiful regardless of any difference that might plague her. He was her light at the end of the tunnel, and she could see it now. He had joined TreeClan, just to be with her. He had stood by her side, no matter what, because he loved her. And she, without a doubt, loved him too.
But their moment of perfect silence would not last long. When he spoke up, the question took her by surprise. Taking a step back, away from him, she frowned slightly, staring at the ground near her paws. In her head, she was trying to decipher where in the name of StarClan he was possibly going by broaching this topic. Her plume of a tail curled and uncurled slowly, her ears tipped back as she thought. And yet... Nothing seemed to surface. Why was her name important? She was Brokensong, had been her whole life... Why did he ask her if she'd ever considered changing it?
She thought for a moment, remembering the way he always called her Silentsong, never dwelling upon her other name, not since he had first learnt what it was. He had declared that just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was broken. Was this the very same subject that was plaguing his mind now? Did he still worry others might view her as broken, not knowing the origin of the name from so many moons ago. Slowly, she lifted her head, her beautiful eyes rising to meet his, where she stared for a moment, unblinking.
Her gaze was alight with her questions, her confusion. She held his gaze for a moment, staring straight back at him for a heartbeat before slowly, carefully beginning to tip her head to one side. She blinked rapidly, still trying to figure out where he was going with this whole subject, but didn't stop her motion. Once her head was comfortably tipped to the left, ears turned to the side slightly, Brokensong allowed her paw, which she had unintentionally raised while taking a step away from him, touch the ground once more. With confusion reigning loud and clear in her beautiful hazel-green gaze, the tortoiseshell tabby waited patiently for the handsome tom before her to bring clarity to her puzzled mind.
Oh Zephyrfang... What are you thinking about..?
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Post by Fawn on Aug 23, 2013 8:35:03 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG 22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
Though it was rather disruptive of the conversation, Zephyrfang still grinned – she's so cute when she's confused. That hadn't been his intention at all, though he wasn't at all sorry he'd proposed this question. Taking in a deep breath, which was not so much to steady his nerves as it was to make sure his rather vocal self didn't run out of oxygen trying to explain, the handsome brown tabby ushered her closer with a beckoning gesture of his tail. ”Don't get too flustered, but I was thinking about our future together. You know, one day starting a family.” Which got me thinking.
”It made me realize that if we do have kits, that they may take your name a little too literally and think you may actually be broken or that there's something wrong – when we both know there isn't -” he always felt the need to passionately reaffirm his stance on the whole matter, and would claw the ears off of any cat who suggested otherwise ”That goes for any new generation of kits, not just our own.” The tabby warrior approached her, rubbing his cheek against Brokensong's in what was meant to be a soothing, affectionate manner, licking her shoulder soon after. ”If we really did have Lionstar change your name to Silentsong,” he began, watching her closely for a reaction, not wanting to upset her, ”then no one could say anything, other then the fact that you're beautiful and they're all totally jealous of me.”
Zephyrfang's winsome grin was right back up where it was supposed to be, though a little gentler this time, realizing this was a potentially sensitive topic, his whole body attune to whatever animated or subtle response she may give after all his blabbering. Daddy, why is Mother broken? That was the question he didn't want to have to hear. Zephyrfang didn't want their own kits breaking their mother's heart with such a question. He was already worried about her being in the nursery and having someone else's kits ask her why she couldn't talk, or ask her why she was broken – and with his mate unable to verbally defend herself, it would kill him to see her become upset or sensitive because of this.
It wasn't as if Brokensong had been going through life cushioned, he knew that, it wasn't as if she'd been totally shielded from the questions and concerns of the Clan – but as of right now, as of becoming his mate, this meant she didn't have to deal with it alone, and that she had someone's shoulder to lean against when the world got to be too much. Blinking back a fierce swell of emotion, Zephyrfang looked at her. I don't know if you know this but... Even if you hadn't said yes, I'd still be here for you.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 27, 2013 23:39:07 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
When he beckoned her with his tail, the mute warrioress slowly leaned towards him, closing what little distance was between them. When he began speaking, his words were definitely a shock to her. He had been thinking of their future together? Kits? Sure, the tortoiseshell tabby wanted to have kits of her own, but was she really ready for them now? She still felt so young, so... Inexperienced? Was that it? Her hazel-green eyes blinked at him in slight alarm, but she gave the handsome tom the benefit of the doubt, deciding that she would listen to everything that he had to say.
As he continued, Brokensong was bombarded by a swell of emotions. There was a part of her that could see where he was coming from. She could see that he only wanted the best for her, for their kits in the future, whether that future be near of far. And yet... There was another part of her that still clung to her name, for the memories it held. Her father. Her mother. She could almost hear her long deceased mother's gentle voice crooning in her ear, whispering the loving nickname she'd heard for her first moons of existence. My Broken Little Songbird...
Could she do it? Could she part with a name that had been hers for so long? Sure, in the whole spectrum of things, compared to certain cats in TreeClan, her life span was short, almost nothing. Twenty two moons.... It wasn't like she had lived for over seventy moons with the same name. And yet... She felt as though it had become part of her. Even though she hated to admit it, and knew that the tom standing before her would have been concerned, perhaps even horrified if he could read her thoughts... But part of her thought that perhaps she was broken, and that her name suited her.
She was a song that had never been sung. One that had been broken before it had a chance to rise. The tortoiseshell tabby had long since closed her eyes, tilting her head away from him slightly as she fought a battle within herself. She could feel his fur brushing against her, she could feel his tongue rasping over her shoulder... It brought a warmth to her heart, but her mind was still reeling, caught in its own inner turmoil. What do I do...
Slowly, carefully, Brokensong began to run through what he had said once more. Resorting to leaning against him slightly, seeking not only support, but a comfort that no one else in this world was able to bring her. She thought about what he had said, the pure determination that had been coating his voice when he had stated that there was nothing wrong with her, and that she was not broken, as her name might make younger cats think. She could tell, just by what he'd said there, how much he cared about her. She could see it, and still... Parting with her name seemed so difficult.
For a moment, she thought about how she would feel if one of her kits happened to ask Zephyrfang why she was broken. What if another queen's kits asked the same thing? The sudden hollow feeling in her gut told her that she wouldn't like that very much at all. She could play it off as nothing as much as she wanted... Hearing the words still managed to hurt her. Her chest expanded slightly as she drew in a long breath of air, letting it go in a steady stream, probably tickling Zephyrfang's shoulder along the way.
Change my name to Silentsong... She thought to herself. She hesitated a moment, trying the name again. Silentsong... Her mouth shifted slightly, almost as though she were testing it out on her tongue. And then she thought about the last sentence he had said. Once again, it was on the subject of her, and his thoughts on her. It made her heart flutter in her chest. She was certain, in that moment, that no matter how dark a place she might find herself, if anyone would ever succeed in pulling her out of said dark place, it would undeniably be Zephyrfang.
Ever so slowly, as though she were opening them for the first time, she allowed her shining greenish gaze to slip open. She stepped back, away from him, so that she could lock gazes with him. She met his warm amber eyes with her own, and it was clear just how much thought she had put into it. Her tail curled slowly, as though the speed at which time functioned had been decreased. She took another breath, as though she were about to speak, to say something important. As important as what she was about to communicate was, she wouldn't be saying it.
She had once more come to the realization that she could and would do anything for Zephyrfang. She understood what his concerns were regarding her name. If he thought that changing her name was for the best... Perhaps it truly was. With her understanding, and her love, came an acceptance, and slowly it began to sink over her, enveloping her. The confusion and turmoil that had been rolling about in her eyes subsided slowly, instead being replaced with a clarity, as though she had finally managed to reach a decision. Which is exactly what she had done.
Deliberately, she let her maw be split by a smile that was almost timid. Her eyes shone with the depth of her love for him as she gave the slightest dip of her head, acceptance for the proposal he had made. In short... It was another yes. Once more, she thought of his insistence that there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe he's right after all.. Maybe I'm not so much a song that has been broken.... Maybe the right way to think of it is that I am a song that has been silenced... A silent song...
Silentsong.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 7, 2013 10:14:39 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG 22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
He could earnestly tell how much thought she had put into her decision, and how much of a challenge it would be and had been to part with the name Brokensong; the fact that she had even taken it into consideration and not grown quick to offense was enough to make him purr, Zephyrfang's large tawny paws barely kneading the ground, unable to nuzzle her from this distance.
A timid smile all over her beautiful face, and Zephyrfang finally moved – matching hers with a broader grin of his own, unable to even arrange his facial features into anything that resembled timid – speaking in a quieter, sincere kind of tone, casting aside his usual charming, confident inflections for a moment. ”I know it will be hard at first, but I promise you won't have to go through it alone. We don't have to change anything right away, whenever you're ready.”
Zephyrfang didn't want her to ever feel as though he was forcing her into a decision or that she should somehow feel pressured because of it. The handsome tawny warrior rested his chin on top of Brokensong's head, rubbing his jaw against the silky dappled fur, breathing in her warm, soothing scent, his mood considerably lightened. ”Just so you know,” he added, this time his more humorous, personality-infused vocals rising to the surface again, ”I'd still love you even if your name was something ridiculous like Goosebile or something.” Er, not that geese had bile but...she got the point, right?
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