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Post by Fate Admin on Feb 13, 2015 13:05:47 GMT -5
Standing on the StoneClan border, Fleetwing thought over the past couple moons. He had been gone for nearly a season, hadn’t stepped paw in the valley since he’d left RainClan. Shortly after he’d left, he’d met a MountainClan cat, a friendly tom that invited him to join them. At first he hesitated. He had just left RainClan, he didn’t want to be tied down to another Clan. But the tom had explained how different MountainClan was, how much freer every cat was than in any of the valley Clans. In the end, he had decided that the protection a group of cats offered might be worth checking out and had stayed with them for two moons, until their ‘leader’ had died. He had slipped away then as disputes arose over who might take over and a few days later, passing by the oasis, he had noticed it was now completely empty of cats. MountainClan had disbanded, it seemed.
It had seemed too good to last, honestly. There had been so much freedom in the Clan that wasn’t really a Clan, and all the protection of numbers from any predators the mountains had to offer. So he had been completely on his own again for nearly a moon, and much to his surprise he was beginning to feel somewhat… lonely. He had never really cared for anyone in RainClan much, beyond pulling pranks and playing tricks on them and seeing just how much he could get away with. He couldn’t even do that out here, it was just him. He had all the freedom in the world, but very little to do with it. And his thoughts had turned to Windsong.
He hadn’t seen her since before he had left RainClan. He wondered what she thought had happened to him. Or if she thought about him at all. And why was he thinking about her so much? They hadn’t even spent hardly any time together, but something about her was…. He shook his head and crossed the scentline, dropping into a crouch as he slunk along through StoneClan territory, ears perked and mouth open slightly so that he might better draw in her scent. He felt something for the she-cat, and he couldn’t really explain why. Perhaps part of it was because she was so open and curious, unlike so many Clan cats, so rigid and set in their ways, never wanting to learn more than what their constrictive borders and Code held for them.
She made him think strange things… like her name. He recalled that day at the Stone Stream, when she had told him her warrior name. It shouldn’t have meant anything to him, it was just a name. His own name meant little to him. He supposed if must be called something, Fleetwing was as good as anything. But Windsong… it had seemed a song in itself, as beautiful as she was. His ears twitched at the memory. It was such a foolish thought, but one he couldn’t shake. He wanted to see her again. He had no desire to see anyone in RainClan, the Clan of his birth, the cats he had grown up around and lived beside every day of his life until he had left them. None of them meant a thing to him. But Windsong somehow did.
He leaped up onto a boulder and crept forward, surveying the land before him as he crouched low on the large stone. If she passed this way, he would surely be able to spot her easily from here, and passing patrols wouldn’t be able to see him. He had rolled in mud and a patch of strong smelling lavender before he had come here, to help disguise his scent, which no longer smelled distinctly RainClan. However, he had no way of knowing if Windsong would even come this way today. At least he could see for a decent distance from his vantage point, perhaps he could spot her even if she didn’t come too close. He waited, pale gaze wide and alert for any sign of the she-cat he had come to see. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 17:09:41 GMT -5
Windsong
sink or swim
hold your breath and just dive right in
"I think we should split up then? You check the Little Woods, I'll head this way," the brown tabby she-cat suggested, her voice light with optimism for the day ahead.
The warrior accompanying her on this morning's fine hunt gave a nod of the head, "Sounds like a good plan," he agreed. Windsong knew her fellow clanmate had never been all that fond of hunting, but today he was doing a very good job of hiding it. The warmer weather might have had something to do with it. Her gaze passing over the stocky brown tom, she gave a dip of the head as the senior warrior padded off in his separate direction, leaving the younger cat stood watching him leave.
Allowing herself a moment of stillness, the long-haired brown tabby she-cat simply remained where she stood for a further few moments, lifting her head to the sky above and drinking the air, taking her positivity directly from such a pleasant day. Green-leaf had always been Windsong's favourite season and now that it had at last come around, she couldn't be in a better mood.
Limbs at last springing into action, the young warrior at last fell into motion, padding contentedly along the well trod path. Even though she knew she would eventually have to hunt, it wasn't exactly high on her list of priorities. The clan had plenty of prey, she would spend a little time just out here, making the most of the glorious weather, then perhaps she'd catch something or other before heading back to camp. The StoneClan she-cat navigated the rocky terrain easily, springing over boulders and landing nimbly on the other side. After a little time alone and making sure that no one was around, she broke into a run.
One thing that no one knew about Windsong was her secret love for running. It was simply the most wondrous thing to be able to just run and feel the wind upon your pelt and the sun on your back. If given half the chance, she would happily run forever. There something just wonderfully refreshing about it, even when she finally came to a halt, her lungs burning and her heart racing. She simply grinned breathlessly.
She's come to a halt by a rocky outcrop from which she had an incredible view of the five clans. It was rather magnificent on a day such as today, the sight of everything lain out before her. Her wide amber eyes swallowed up such a sight, pausing upon the territories of each clan before moving onto the next. Yet she found her eyes lingering upon RainClan's territory for a little longer than the others. It was in moments like these that she found her thoughts straying to the brown-and-cream tabby tom she'd met on the border a season before. She's only spent fleeting moments with the RainClan tom and yet she found herself thinking of him more than she'd expect. He was... different. He wasn't like all the cats in her clan, to be in the presence of a cat who lived so near and yet knew a starkly different life was intriguing. She smiled fondly upon the thought of him.
The brown tabby she-cat allowed her eyes to taken in such a sight for a further succession of heartbeats before moving on, heading away from StoneClan's camp and further out into their territory. It wasn't long before she picked up the pace to a brisk run, sprinting headlong into the wind.
It took her several moments to notice the figure pressed low against the boulder ahead. Almost immediately the brown tabby she-cat skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into a large boulder. Initially, she thought her eyes were playing tricks upon her, but after further investigation she realised there was indeed a cat there, he was just exceedingly well camouflaged.
Windsong released a sigh, her eyes remaining trained upon the lone figure, Hawk-dung, I hope he or she didn't see me running. She didn't want her thrill for speed to be found out, she preferred to keep it for herself.
Giving her pelt a brisk shake so her long fur lay flat against her frame, she decided to approach the cat, unable to quite identify which of her clanmates it was from such a distance. She wore a smile as always, ready to greet whoever it might be, but as she neared the cat and she could finally clearly make out his face, her heart faltered.
Great StarClan.
Unable to quite believe what her eyes were telling her, Windsong had to pause for a moment to steady herself before continuing at a slowed pace. What in StarClan's name is Fleetwing doing here? What if he gets caught by a patrol? At that thought, she increased her pace somewhat.
When she at last staggered to a halt before him, she simply stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if her eyes were really playing tricks on her or if he was actually here. Despite her confusion at the RainClan tom's presence, she couldn't help but find her heart rather warmed by his presence, "Fleetwing?" she mewed, inclining her head, "What are you doing here?"
There was an evident warmth to her tone, but the smile she wore was confused. She certainly couldn't mask her happiness at finding him here, but she found herself snatching a glance over her shoulder to check for any of her clanmates. It was only then that the strong scent of both mud and some sort of mud, "And what have you been rolling in?" there was a slight chuckle at the end of her words, a glimmer of amusement in her soft amber eyes. The sight of the RainClan tom was totally unexpected, but also something she'd been wishing for subconsciously for the last few moons. She was bewildered as to why she'd been wanting to see the tom so much, but she didn't question it now. Instead she broke into a warm grin, "Long time no see, hey?"
and you know i'll be holding onto you for dear life
holding onto you for dear life, i will
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Post by Fate Admin on Mar 4, 2015 0:52:34 GMT -5
Resting his chin on his forepaws, Fleetwing sighed, growing immensely bored as he waited. Not even the chance that he might be caught trespassing by a patrol was enough to keep his attention for long. He really didn’t give a fish’s tail if he got caught, in all honesty. At least it would be more interesting than sitting here doing nothing. His tail flicked behind him, back and forth, as if keeping time, his patience waning. He was beginning to think about coming back another day when he spotted movement, a cat racing in his general direction. He tensed, claws sliding from their sheathes to scrape against the stone beneath him as he crouched, still, ready to fight if he had to.
Then the cat started taking on a familiar shape, with a familiar pattern on her pelt, and he breathed a sigh of relief that his wait was over. Relaxing, he sheathed his claws and sat up, giving his chest fur a few self conscious licks… not that it would help as he was covered in mud. Windsong stood before for a moment, simply looking at him, and he twitched his ears, wondering just what to say. She spoke first, asking a very logical question. He glanced down at his mud streaked fur as she asked just what he’d been rolling in. She seemed happy to see him, and that made him feel a rather strange but not terrible bubbly sensation in his chest. Was there no end to the weird things she made him feel and think?
“Yeah… it has been a long time,” he agreed at last, looking back to her, “I, uh… I came to see you.” He shuffled his paws some, glancing away, “I figured it would be best to disguise my scent so… you don’t get in trouble.” Fleetwing normally wouldn’t be at all concerned with getting himself or anyone else in any sort of trouble, but the last thing he wanted to do was drag Windsong into something when he could take steps to prevent it. He would never think twice about trespassing on Clan territory, or hunting there, and might even start hanging around the valley more and having some fun with some patrols, but if Windsong’s Clanmates thought she was spending time with someone from another Clan, or with a loner as he was now, then it would only cause her problems.
He turned back to her, curling his tail around his paws, “I left RainClan.” He ducked his head slightly, “I’m… sorry… I didn’t tell you.” Why should he have told her? He didn’t even tell any of his Clanmates he was leaving. He just left. None of this made any sense, but he couldn’t stop feeling how he was feeling so there was nothing left but to just go with it, “It was too oppressive. I wasn’t happy there. Razorfang… Razorstar is mad as a hare… I wasn’t about to stay when he became leader.” His ears flattened briefly, thinking about his old mentor. “Anyway… I wanted to let you know that… that you won’t see me at the Stone Stream anymore. Or Gatherings,” he gazed at her for a moment, “But we won’t ever have to fight each other either.” The thought of raising his claws against Windsong made him want to cringe. Another strange sensation. The thought of battle had always been rather exhilarating to him, no matter who he might have been fighting.
“I… I’d still like to see you,” he admitted, ears twitching nervously. There was no saying whether she cared to see him again. He was just a rogue now, outside the Code… there was no reason for her to risk punishment from her leader or ostracism from her Clanmates just to see him. He swallowed, “There… there’s never been any cat that I really… cared about before. But for some reason… I….” He stared down at his paws, hard, “I really… like spending time with you.” He chanced a glance back up at her, hoping maybe she felt the same way and he wasn’t just sitting here sounding like a complete fishbrain. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 17:09:04 GMT -5
W I N D S O N G
For some reason that Windsong didn't quite understand, Fleetwing's appearance had brought about a light sort of fluttering in her chest, her ears growing hot. It wasn't an unwanted sensation, it left her feeling warm and buzzing with energy, but it was unfamiliar and she couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her. It certainly wasn't something she'd felt before. Perhaps a trip to Ivywhisker might be in order?
The sensation only became greater when the brown-and-cream tabby tom gave his reason for visiting. He's come all this way to see me? Although, admittedly, she couldn't quite understand why he hadn't waited by the Stone Stream, she didn't question it. And it turned out, he soon put that question to rest.
“I left RainClan.”
Windsong thought she'd heard wrong for a moment. The brown tabby she-cat blinked at him, amber irises widening. It certainly explained his reason for meeting her here, but she couldn't help but find a flood of questions flooding over her. Windsong adored her clan and it would take a great deal to bring her to the decision to leave, she simply couldn't imagine live outside the confines of clan territory and without the support of her clanmates.
She couldn't begin to contemplate the extent to which Fleetwing must have been driven to leave behind her clan. Inclining her head, her gaze remained intently focused upon the tom, listening to his words. Razorstar? Mad? Windsong couldn't say she'd heard him being described in such a way before, but if it had driven the brown-and-cream tabby tom to leave his clan, she supposed it had to be true.
"Wow," she murmured absently, still in shock, "Isn't that hard? Living as a loner I mean? Do you get lonely?" her voice had taken on an unusually serious tone, the spark of warmth having faded from her amber gaze.
Gazing upon the brown-and-cream tabby tom in a new light, she tried to imagine herself as a loner. The idea sent a shudder rippling through her; she enjoyed the company of others and socialising, the life of a loner was certainly not something that she would ever consider.
She had to admit, rather selfishly, that one of her first thoughts when the brown-and-cream tabby tom had told her he'd left his clan was if she'd still be able to see him. The brown tabby she-cat had to admit, she'd found a friend in the former RainClan tom, despite the fact that he didn't reside in the same clan as her, and she would have mourned the loss of his company.
It was both surprise and a warming relief that rippled through her when she heard Fleetwing's next words.
“I… I’d still like to see you.”
Swallowing, she let a small smile blossom upon her features once more, "I would too," she mewed softly, amber eyes glowing, "I…" she wasn't quite sure how to phrase her feelings, a frown briefly weighing upon her facial expressions, she felt her fur grow hot, "You're really different from most of my clanmates," she hesitated for a moment before adding, "Good different, I mean," she flashed him a sheepish grin, "I like my clanmates, but they can be a bit dull sometimes."
She let her eyes find his, amber meeting green, "When I spend time with you, it's just… nice."
Windsong couldn't quite put her paw on it; when she spent time with Fleetwing, it left her in this wonderfully sunny frame of mind. It wasn't the same sort of happiness that she felt after catching a particularly plump pigeon or having spent an afternoon joking with friends. No, it was this weird sort of happiness that made her feel both dizzy and joyful. It left her yearning for more time with the brown-and-cream tabby tom and nothing else could quite fulfil that craving for his company.
Breaking into a broad grin, she nudged him affectionately, a warmth spreading through her from muzzle to tail-tip at the touch of his pelt, "So, what have you been doing in these last few moons?" that spark of warmth that was so commonly seen in the brown tabby she-cat's gaze glowed brightly, "With all this time on your paws, you've got to have had some adventures?" she waited expectantly for him to spill, feathered plume of a tail flourishing from left to right.
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