Post by Phoenix on Mar 18, 2014 19:42:39 GMT -5
Whiteshade
The last time he had entered StarClan’s Claws of his own accord, he had stumbled upon an intriguing loner, with whom he had crossed paths more recently. While the pitch black she-cat had occupied his musings for longer than most, he had not retraced his steps with the intent of finding her once more. If they happened to meet a third time, he would almost accuse her of following him. But the whole business mattered little; it was only as significant as he allowed it to be, and though he was partial to the mind games they played whenever they conversed, the loner was hardly more significant than any other feline he met.
Alabaster paws stepped delicately over an equally white ground, the hints of New-Leaf having just been forced back by an overnight snowfall that left the air cold and crisp, which was interrupted only by the small, lingering clouds that left his parted jaws. He did not hesitate as he stepped across LightningClan’s intangible border and entered the neutral area where every clan’s territory met. Limber, he leapt easily onto the large border usually reserved only for leaders. As he sat, tucking his tail neatly around his paws, he allowed his gaze to wander, crimson eyes idly scanning the bare landscape before him. Because the sun still hung low in the pastel sky, LightningClan’s devil hardly expected company. He had come, perhaps, to simply marvel at the peace and quiet that was so rarely found while amongst a clan. A bird cry shattered the silence, and without any other acknowledgement of the interruption, he flicked an ear in the direction of the sound. Perhaps not.
Then, abruptly, he turned. Crimson eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on one of the many neighboring territories. For a moment, unsheathed claws clicked lightly on the rough stone beneath his pads as their owner shifted slightly, gaze locked on the activity he had seen. Sheathing his claws in a fluid motion, he unwound his tail from around his paws, letting it flick lightly through the air behind him as he rose from his sitting position, facing the presumed feline who had likewise decided that StarClan’s Claws made an acceptable refuge at dawn.
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The last time he had entered StarClan’s Claws of his own accord, he had stumbled upon an intriguing loner, with whom he had crossed paths more recently. While the pitch black she-cat had occupied his musings for longer than most, he had not retraced his steps with the intent of finding her once more. If they happened to meet a third time, he would almost accuse her of following him. But the whole business mattered little; it was only as significant as he allowed it to be, and though he was partial to the mind games they played whenever they conversed, the loner was hardly more significant than any other feline he met.
Alabaster paws stepped delicately over an equally white ground, the hints of New-Leaf having just been forced back by an overnight snowfall that left the air cold and crisp, which was interrupted only by the small, lingering clouds that left his parted jaws. He did not hesitate as he stepped across LightningClan’s intangible border and entered the neutral area where every clan’s territory met. Limber, he leapt easily onto the large border usually reserved only for leaders. As he sat, tucking his tail neatly around his paws, he allowed his gaze to wander, crimson eyes idly scanning the bare landscape before him. Because the sun still hung low in the pastel sky, LightningClan’s devil hardly expected company. He had come, perhaps, to simply marvel at the peace and quiet that was so rarely found while amongst a clan. A bird cry shattered the silence, and without any other acknowledgement of the interruption, he flicked an ear in the direction of the sound. Perhaps not.
Then, abruptly, he turned. Crimson eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on one of the many neighboring territories. For a moment, unsheathed claws clicked lightly on the rough stone beneath his pads as their owner shifted slightly, gaze locked on the activity he had seen. Sheathing his claws in a fluid motion, he unwound his tail from around his paws, letting it flick lightly through the air behind him as he rose from his sitting position, facing the presumed feline who had likewise decided that StarClan’s Claws made an acceptable refuge at dawn.
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