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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 10:21:49 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 21 MoonsThe wind whirled around Owlflight like a poltergeist with a score to settle, blasting stinging snow into her eyes and nose as she flinched involuntarily and covered her face with her paw. The she-cat gritted her teeth a little, turning her body into the wind to avoid getting even more unpleasant gusts into her eyes. It had been a mistake to go out hunting today, with so few prey out in the first place and now this wind. The grey tabby sighed softly, trying to focus on the upside of the weather instead, feeling the force of the air against her body and listening to the whistle of the wind as it tugged at her ears and whiskers.
Not much of a chance of catching anything out here
She mused, ducking her head into the wind again with narrowed eyes as she padded forwards. She had lost a little bit of her sense of where she was, with the snow swirling around her so often and always seeming to aim for her eyes. She knew only roughly what her location was, and padded resolutely onward in the hope of reaching some form of shelter, or perhaps a landmark to help her figure out where she'd wandered to.
She was in luck, and within a few minutes her paws had led her into the blissful shelter of a patch of willow trees. She paused and glanced around herself, scenting and listening to try and guess where she had meandered to. The air was still here, protected from the howling of the wind, and the willows stood around her like silent sentinels. The gentle gurgling of a stream danced with the scent of water in her mind, and Owlflight knew that she must have found her way to the willow stream. There would be little to no hunting here, but it was a welcome break from the fearsome yowling of the wind outside. The grey tabby relaxed visibly, and began to pad softly into the heart of the grove of trees.
348 Words - Fawn - Notes
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Post by Fawn on Feb 4, 2017 17:11:57 GMT -5
39 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
It was with the vain hope that he might catch something that Crowblaze found himself in the Willow Stream. Dark tabby fur fluffed up against the biting wind, his dark, boxy muzzle curled in displeasure as he raked a paw across the water's surface - and came up empty. There were few fish that dared get close to the surface in winter, but Crowblaze had managed to locate a minnow, swimming slowly in the shallows as if it's life were coming to an end.
He couldn't have missed it. Yet a strong gust of wind disrrupted him, and Crowblaze's paw combed through empty stream water, the minnow darting off as if realizing how close it had come to death. "Fish dung!" Crowblaze scowled, thick tail lashing like an oak bough in stormy weather.
Cursing filled no bellies, but it made him feel better. About to stomp off towards the mountains and try his luck there, the scent of Owflight distracted him from his irritation. Was she walking over to see him? Not that he cared one way or the other. She was one of the few cats in the Clan he thought of in a positive light. With a shake of his striped coat, Crowblaze walked over to meet her. After all, two cats hunting had better chances than just one by himself.
Provided they could work together. "Hey," he mewed, when he was close enough that not saying anything would just make things awkward. "I'm going to the mountains, see what I can find. Think you can keep up?" It wasn't accusatory, instead it was as close to a genuine invitation as Crowblaze could make right now. She was intelligent, and didn't let her temper get to her (usually); Crowblaze knew from experience that two hot-headed warriors weren't a very good team. He couldn't hunt with Piketooth to save his life. Their personalities clashed too heavily - resentment and independence were second nature to toms like them.
A calmer presence would help, where they were going. It was important to listen, always. Eagles didn't hibernate.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 18:29:09 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 21 MoonsThe grey tabby perked up her ears as a muffled curse floated across the relatively still air in the protected grove, preceded by a soft splash. She padded towards the sound, thinking there had been a familiar tone to it and wanting to investigate her suspicions.
Crowblaze?
She thought, feeling a little jump in her chest that she didn't give too much thought to, not really wanting to grace it with her consideration just yet. Lo and behold, there he was, and Owlflight allowed herself the ghost of a smile as she drew closer to where he stood. The remnants of the wind ruffled at her ears from behind as she saw him turn and pad towards her, and she raised her tail in greeting as he spoke to her.
"Hey,"
She returned simply, pausing to scoff good-naturedly at what he said, her whiskers twitching a little as she smiled. She didn't take his words as an insult, more as a rather straightforward and nicely meant joke.
"I may not be hare, but I'll manage."
She conceded, dipping her head a little. She knew she was a little bit slower than her clanmates when it came to running, and was perfectly comfortable with that. She knew she hit harder than she ran, and that gave her a sense of self-worth and usefulness to her clan that meant she never felt unhappy about not being a sprinter.
"Have anything in mind?"
She mewed shortly, but with a pleasant air, wondering if there was a specific prey animal he was thinking of.
269 Words - Fawn - Notes
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Post by Fawn on Feb 19, 2017 10:24:22 GMT -5
39 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
"Anything we can find." Crowblaze mewed. They didn't really have the luxury of choice right now; it was leafbare, and the mountains were dangerous. Faintly recalling the journey he and Silverscar had made recently to rescue her wayward (and fishbrained) apprentice Badgerpaw, Crowblaze almost made a comment to Owlflight about her paw pads. If she wasn't used to the terrain, it was going to feel pretty rough.
Why should I warn her? She'll figure it out. It wasn't like him to fuss over another cat. With a derisive mental snort at himself - maybe he was getting all mushy, now that he was fully integrated back into RainClan life - Crowblaze held his tongue.
There was less cover here; though the mountains sloped gently upward at the rocky, craggy roots, and there were boulders to hide behind, the lack of trees meant they often got the full force of the wind in their faces. Without a word, Crowblaze laid his tail on Owlflight's shoulder so they wouldn't get separated; the wind was bringing to mind unpleasant memories of his first leafbare on his own. This valley had nearly killed him, but like a wildfire, he'd stubbornly persisted. Nature would not get the best of him.
Not then, not now.
Taking her towards a rocky outcropping that provided a little more shelter from the wind, Crowblaze's ears pricked forward as the scent of mountain hare flowed in strongly. There might've been a young buck caught out in this mess, same as they were; only this hare was going to become food. Crowblaze dropped into a crouch, forgetting his companion until her scent brushed his consciousness, and he narrowed his eyes against the snowy gusts. She was probably faster than he was. "I'll flush it out," he murmured, voice loud to combat the wind. "Catch it, then we can get out of this until the storm dies down a little."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 16:43:52 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 21 MoonsOwlflight nodded and started to follow Crowblaze, lifting her head to scent the air as she went. While they were still in the shelter of the clearing the scents were still carried in the air at a slow enough pace to properly appreciate them, and she relished the cool smell of the water. It wasn't to last though, and the tabby dipped her head as the pair re-entered the swirling chaos of the wind, automatically dropping to walk behind Crowblaze as he led the way, so that the snow didn't sting at her eyes as much.
As they set out for higher ground, Owlflight tried her best to take better note of the terrain. This wasn't somewhere that she was very used to visiting, and despite the harshness of the weather it looked like Crowblaze was in his element. Owlflight twitched her whiskers a little in admiration, raising her head to look around her at the sparse landscape as the wind blasted at her fur. As they continued it became harder and harder to keep track of where they were, with the wind in her ears and the snow in her eyes, and Crowblaze's tail was a welcome guide in the swirling maelstrom. She might normally have widened her eyes at the touch or shied away, but instead she welcomed it, feeling somehow warmer in their cold surroundings.
Her paws weren't quite used to the roughness of the ground, and she soon felt the harshness of the stone beneath her with an unpleasant tenderness, but the she-cat wasn't the sort to complain and chalked it up as a simple side-effect of her new learning experiences for the mountains. She was grateful when the wind dropped, stepping lightly as she scented the air and picked up the scent of hare just as Crowblaze did. It smelled slightly different to the hares further down in the valley,
More... Wiry?
The grey tabby slipped into a crouch, moving to stand alongside her clanmate as she perked her ears up to try and hear where the hare might be. The scent seemed to be coming mostly from a small collection of boulders nearby, but the hare must be sitting tight as there wasn't any noise coming from it yet.
Crowblaze's words were snatched up by the wind, only just audible from his proximity and volume. She raised her eyebrows a little at the suggestion that she might be faster than him, but wasn't one to turn down a challenge.
If I manage to get my paws on the creature, doesn't matter how big it is, I'll drag it down
To Crowblaze, she nodded, and pressed herself into the shadows that the rock cast across the ground to hide. She bunched herself up in readiness to spring, waiting for him to flush the hare out towards her.
481 Words - Fawn - Notes
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Post by Fawn on Mar 12, 2017 11:15:22 GMT -5
CROWBLAZE 39 Moons - RainClan - TomIt was hard for him to rely on others. To rely on teamwork to do something he'd been learning to do by himself for a while now; but Crowblaze had quickly accepted that it wasn't his own survival at stake here. There was a Clan to feed. Regardless of personality, experience or even parentage, it was a uniting factor in Clan life. He could trust Owlflight. She didn't want to go home empty-pawed any more than he did; empty paws meant empty bellies, not just for the warriors but for the queens also.
He hadn't failed to notice that his brother Gullswoop was spending more time with Lotuswhisker lately, or that Bitternwing and Rushwhisker often went for a walk whenever the deputy's duties lightened up for the day. Soon, maybe in the spring, Crowblaze would have some new Clanmates to call 'kin'.
With that in mind, Crowblaze sprang onto the boulders, his wide, dark, tufted paws hammered on the rocks to flush the hare out. A few pebbles were loosened, and he hissed near what he suspected was the back of the hare's makeshift den. Frightening it out of hiding, Crowblaze leaped off the boulders, landing to the right of it when the hare tried to veer towards the crags sloping away from them. The hare had no choice but to run towards Owlflight.
Crowblaze thundered after it, conserving his strength and watching with sharp, orange eyes just in case his theory proved false. She seemed faster than he was, but this was unfamiliar terrain for her. Though Crowblaze was of the mindset that tearing up her paw pads was better than missing a catch, his Clanmate might not feel the same way. So he watched, and waited to see what she was going to do. PAIN, YOU MAKE ME A, YOU MAKE ME A BELIEVER BELIEVER
Word Count: 297 Words Tags: @sparrowkeeper Notes: Omg so sorry this took so long!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 13:09:30 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 MoonsCrouched close to the rock in the shadows, Owlflight concentrated on her breathing, pondering what would be the best course of action. She was bulkier than the average cat in her clan, and a little slower, more of a warrior who could take a punch than a sprinter. If she was going to move fast enough to get her claws into this hare, she was going to have to pounce before she actually saw it.
Given how fast and sure-footed hares are, that thing will be here and gone before I can get my act together
She turned her attention to listening closely, senses keenly following what best she could make out of Crowblaze's movements over the wind. She listened to him draw closer to the hare's hiding place, bunching up her hind-quarters in preparation for her leap. Her paws felt raw and tender from the climb, but she shrugged the discomfort off as she got into the ideal position.
THUD THUD THUD
Even over the wind, Crowblaze's hissing and hammering would have startled anything nearby, and clearly worked perfectly in terrifying the hare out of its perfectly safe hideout. Owlflight focused desperately on figuring out what was going on by sound alone. There was a light thud, something landing on the ground from a leap, then the clear sound of a scrambling animal making a panicked getaway right towards her. Closer, closer-
Wait for it-
The she-cat leaped out of her hiding place just as the hare made its bid to dart past her, but the wind and her concealment had been on her side, so she took the prey animal completely by surprise. Even with her plan of jumping before the hare came into view, Owlflight had underestimated the differences in her speed and that of the hare, so her claws and jaws came down not on its flank but on its right hind leg, clamping down with a wilful stubbornness that would not be budged. The hare lashed out at her with its left leg, kicking her directly in the face repeatedly as it struggled to get away, but Owlflight dug her teeth and claws in even deeper, knowing that if she let go they would lose it, and that she had only to hold on long enough for Crowblaze to go for its throat.
Quick Crowblaze!
399 Words - Fawn - Notes: No worries
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Post by Fawn on Mar 15, 2017 11:48:51 GMT -5
CROWBLAZE 39 Moons - RainClan - TomTheir joint kill was messy - but effective. While Owlflight's teeth clamped down on the hare's leg, and she got her muzzle bloodied from the desperate prey animal's maddened kicking, Crowblaze threw his considerable weight forward. His jaws found the screeching hare's throat, and he messily ended the animal's life, unable to make a clean, quick bite of it when the damned thing was flailing so much.
"Good job," he mewed, spitting a tuft of hare fluff out of his mouth, tongue raking over his teeth to get rid of the blood-taste. "If you'd been alone, you could've still killed it." She could have sat on the hare, smothering it or forcing it to use up more of it's strength in desperate attempts to escape. Or she could've dragged the screaming thing over the rocks; some of them could be very sharp.
It's why falling here was such a danger. Fortunately, they weren't hunting alone; so they didn't have to take unnecessary risks. Forced to think outside the box, Crowblaze's hunting techniques would seem a little odd even to a regular Clan cat not used to a diet of fish, but he was fine with that. His experiences - even the painful ones - had made him who he was today. Wind stinging his eyes, Crowblaze nudged Owlflight towards the hare's den. They could shelter there under the rocks until the weather lessened. He'd bury the hare or drag it in after them.
PAIN, YOU MAKE ME A, YOU MAKE ME A BELIEVER BELIEVER
Word Count: 264 Words Tags: @sparrowkeeper Notes: ^^ Figured they could talk a little bit, then we can end the thread!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2017 16:48:22 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 MoonsOwlflight was grateful for Crowblaze's swift move to dispatch the hare, keeping her jaws clamped until the animal's movements slowed and eventually subsided. With a muffled grunt that was whisked away by the wind, the grey tabby let go and gave her bloodied head a quick shake back and forth to try and somehow dispel the stinging pain from the scratches that now crisscrossed her muzzle.
She flicked her ears ruefully as Crowblaze congratulated her, holding back a sarcastic comment about how being kicked in the face might not be worth it.
"Thanks,"
She said instead, trying to lick at the wounds but finding that her tongue wouldn't quite reach them.
Drat. Can't clean them properly without rubbing the backs of my paws all over them.
She was grateful of the tom nudging her in the direction of the den, nodding at his suggestion and following him in. She'd fare better outside of the wind, and they would have a hard time of it dragging that massive hare down the mountainside in this wind. She trusted him to drag the hare to the den, as he was closest to it as he nudged her, and padded softly into the shelter.
Once inside, the she-cat let herself relax a little, curling up her rather tender paws close to her body until she looked like she didn't have any legs. She kept her tail tightly around her too, maintaining heat as she looked up to see where Crowblaze would settle himself. The den wasn't very big, and she felt an odd warmth in her face at his proximity to her that she knew certainly hasn't from the warmth of the den.
Her muzzle stung, and she fought with the idea of asking him to lick her wounds for her, as she herself couldn't get at it.
It would sound a bit forward probably...
She mused, instead glancing out at the weather and mewing,
"Haven't really come up here much. It's really windy."
It sounded a bit silly and flat, but discussing the weather helped her concentrate on not discussing other things.
Do I... like him?
She had never really had a crush before, or anything like it. She reasoned she should react to this like a mature adult, but wasn't really sure what that entailed, and instead just avoided looking directly at Crowblaze.
400 Words - Fawn - Notes
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Post by Fawn on Apr 9, 2017 20:15:05 GMT -5
CROWBLAZE 39 Moons - RainClan - TomThe edges of the hare's fur still blew in the wind, but the rest of the prey was tucked into the rocks for safekeeping; it would be hard for a hawk or eagle to spot it, and Crowblaze didn't want to waste valuable time and energy by digging a cache in the ground. Fluffing out his dark tabby pelt, the warrior entered the den, squeezing in to carefully turn and lower onto his belly beside Owlflight.
He hadn't been this close to another cat in... a while. Even in the warriors' den, he slept near the entrance, away from the others. Or he took guard duty, preferring to sleep at dawn when the others were busy hunting or patrolling or training apprentices. But this was a smaller space. And a differen circumstance. He wasn't surrounded by warriors he didn't know if he could trust. Owlflight had been a loyalist from the beginning.
Before an awkward silence could settle between them like winter fog, Owlflight spoke up about the weather. The wind. Crowblaze shrugged and lowered one wide shoulder. "It's better in green-leaf. Stiller."
Crimson beads of blood on the she-cat's muzzle hooked his peripherals, and Crowblaze hesitated, wrestling with himself. Why doesn't she just lick her paws and then clean her face? The tom glanced down, and saw how sore they were. He'd thought it was the wind at first, but when he'd nudged her towards the shelter, she'd been tenderfooted, not bracing against the gusts.
Feeling heat creep in under his dense coat, Crowblaze leaned in. "Hold still. Those might get infected." It was important to keep wounds clean. Even little scratches like this. The tom's tongue raked over the cuts on Owlflight's muzzle, cleaning out the dirt and blood with even, thorough sweeps. Crowblaze pulled away, one tufted ear flicking to the side as though he'd heard something - a gesture of embarrassment, even if he didn't recognize it yet - and cleared his throat. "If we're lucky, there will be dock growing on the mountainside on our way back." Dock was good for scratches. It was the only herb knowledge he had, and he'd found out through very painful trial and error involving an angry hawk.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 17:29:55 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 Moons
Owlflight flicked her ear politely at Crowblaze's response to her rather banal comment on the weather. A rather average sentence deserved a rather average response, though she paused to think of what it was like up here during green-leaf. Perhaps she should come up here once the season was in full spring to enjoy it better. She smiled inwardly at the idea.
I'd need to toughen up my paws more before I attempted that. I'd best try not to look too sore-pawed when we walk down...
The scratches on her muzzle were still freshly bleeding, and she tried her best to ignore it and pretend it wasn't happening. Crowblaze surely wasn't going to mention it if she didn't bring attention to it, since he seemed rather hardened and gruff, and would perhaps view it as something she should shoulder and not complain about.
I'm not going to complain, that's for sure
She solidly thought, daring to glance over at Crowblaze. It had been only a few moments since he had last spoken, for she had not spent long on her thoughts, and as she looked at him she felt a deep mixture of awkwardness that seemed to mirror his own rather hesitant expression.
Oh goodness what is he thinking about?
She worried, then realised that of course the bleeding on her face was really rather obvious, and he probably thought she was just being an idiot by not cleaning it. The she-cat felt a rather humiliated blush creep over her face, which only intensified as the tom leaned in closer to her with an almost concerned expression. As his tongue brushed her face she almost squeaked with surprise and embarrassment, but managed to hold it in and stay moderately composed.
Isn't this what I'd been wanting to ask him to do!? StarClan's teeth Owlflight, keep yourself together, the tom's just cleaning your wounds like a good clan mate
"Thank you"
She managed ruefully, trying to regain some composure as the flush in her cheeks made her scratches string threefold.
"I should be alright without the dock. My main problem was just getting the scratches clean, but the stinging itself isn't too bad."
She lied. The last thing she wanted was more fussing over her. She didn't think her burning face or sense of dignity could take it. Her gut felt like it was alive with butterflies, and his proximity was certainly not helping... Yet she didn't feel in any great hurry to get up or leave.
"You know, even though the wind is so strong up here, I rather like that."
She mused, talking both to change topic and to think aloud and distract herself. Nature was always a safe topic, and once she started down that mental road, it would surely calm her and stop her from acting like an idiot.
"There's something comforting about being sheltered when the weather is harsh outside, and I have always loved the wind. It's wild and free, and tugs at your fur like a playful littermate."
She smiled a little wistfully to herself, thinking of her sister Daisytail, so long gone.
I wish I could speak to her again
533 Words - Fawn - Notes: Everyone in the clan thinks Daisytail disappeared and likely died
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Post by Fawn on Apr 24, 2017 10:27:36 GMT -5
CROWBLAZE 39 Moons - RainClan - TomThe den felt so small all of a sudden. Crowblaze licked his right paw, rubbing the wide, tufted appendage over the edges of his face, cleaning it of any excess dirt. There was no point - he just felt like he had to be doing something to... to distract himself. Was this the second or third time he'd been alone with Owlflight? Somehow, they always seemed to end up together, with no other soul around.
Crowblaze's eyes widened a fraction. Are you sending me a sign, mother? He wasn't a very spiritual tom. His beliefs had always been... weak, to say the least, but Stormstar's ceremony - and seeing the spirits of his parents manifest right in front of him - had been enough to restore what was lost. If anyone had asked him three moons ago how he felt about StarClan, he would've snorted. Now, though... Maybe they were on to something after all.
The she-cat's playful analogy drew him back to the present, and Crowblaze flicked an ear. She meant no harm. It just made him think of Hawkfall. "Didn't you have a littermate?" He mewed suddenly, not tender-footing his way around a potentially sensitive topic. He was brusque like the mountains he had grown accustomed to. "A sister?" Dockflower? Daisyheart? Daisyfoot. Something like that. He hadn't known her; he'd been absent from the Clan for so long, but he'd caught the occasional rumor from the other warriors.
In a quieter voice, his orange eyes flitting over the silver tabby warrioress beside him, Crowblaze added. "I know what that's like. To lose a sibling." His brother was still alive, in StoneClan. But they saw each other and heard about each other so little, Hawkfall might as well already be in StarClan. He suppressed a growl, able to picture bitterly the pain of Hawkfall leaving RainClan as a warrior instead of when they'd been kits. If their bond had been stronger... would the betrayal have cut that much deeper?
Crowblaze huffed, and tried to wrench his mood away from that noxious mess of 'what ifs'. "Tell me about her." He couldn't listen and brood at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 10:32:54 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 MoonsOwlflight shut her mouth tightly at Crowblaze's rather frank response, ears flicking backwards despite herself. Daisytail was a tender topic for her, and she was sure the tom knew that she was considered dead. The whole clan knew for StarClan's sake.
Of all the insensitive-
and he couldn't even remember if it was a sister or a brother! The she-cat's eyes narrowed, the tip of her tail twitching as she withdrew a little from him in the confines of the small space they shared. She felt like scratching him, like snapping at him, making him realise how deep his words cut, and for a second she was honestly and completely speechless. The butterflies were gone, dead in her belly like a snap-frost had struck.
Her inability to speak worked in his favour, as Crowblaze softened his tact, mentioning his own brother. Owlflight let her own posture relax a bit at that, though her ears remained pointedly lowered. His initial words still rankled, and she couldn't discount that he hadn't even known her sibling's gender, which meant he probably didn't know her name either. He may have been gone a while, but surely someone would have told him about this? Surely? She had heard about Hawkfall after all... But then he was a rather brusque tom... Did he talk or gossip with other cats much? Maybe he honestly knew nothing, and was just tactless.
He seemed lost in thought, moody and withdrawn for a spell, and Owlflight felt for a moment that she might give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed to be lingering on his own pain, lost in a memory perhaps.
He may have the tact of a boulder, but it looks like he's actually trying to be open with me
But the sympathy was ruined, and she narrowed her eyes again at his demand that she tell him about her absent sister, the gentle irritated twitch returning to the tip of her tail.
"Her name was Daisytail. She died."
She lied with practised ease, her words clipped and cold. How dare he just demand that she talk about her sister? That was private, sensitive. A rush of emotions flitted across her face before she had the self-control to hide them, anger and heartbreak intermingled before she smoothed her face. Daisytail had not truly died, but had left Owlflight and her clan for love. Owlflight would defend her sister, holding her secret to the end to protect her and her reputation, but it didn't stop her feeling betrayed and abandoned.
Talk to Hawkfall lately?
The words burned on her tongue, begging to be spoken, but she held them back, enforcing calm on herself despite her anger towards him for his demands and his coarse manner.
He's just tactless. He means well I'm sure. Don't bite his head off.
"Sorry, I don't like talking about it."
She managed, though she felt she had nothing to apologise for.
491 Words - Fawn - Poor Crow poked a nerve xD
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Post by Fawn on May 7, 2017 11:38:39 GMT -5
CROWBLAZE 39 Moons - RainClan - TomCrowblaze wasn't the most tactful tom. Anybody could tell that about him after 5 minutes in his presence. He also wasn't the most knowledgeable cat in the Clan; he frankly didn't really care about other cats' business. These two things combined made him insensitive and unable to notice when he was being... a piece of fish dung or not.
Owlflight's reaction, her posture, the cold reception his question received - they were pretty good indicators. The dark tabby's ears flattened, and something like an apology flitted across his mind before he cast that thought aside. If he couldn't understand what he was apologizing for (sorry I mentioned your sister?), then it was better to say nothing at all. Insincerity was worse than silence.
"I hear it helps," Crowblaze spoke quietly, looking at her. "To talk about those we've lost. It sounds like fishdung to me but..." He stared out of their den, gazing darkly at the mountainside. His response was almost a whisper, and he was hardly aware of it leaving his lips. "It helps keep their memories alive." It helped keep Falconleap and Vultureback alive.
The good memories he had of his mother.
Trying to work on his tone, Crowblaze paused, and made sure it was softened. "Were you close?" His own relationship with his younger siblings, Gullswoop and Bitternwing, was nowhere near what it should've been. He had been absent from their lives for so long, Crowblaze didn't know how to get back into their lives without... being awkward. Without forcing it. Half-expecting her to coldly tell him to drop the subject, Crowblaze prepared to keep his mouth shut.
Some conversations had to be with the right cats.
PAIN, YOU MAKE ME A, YOU MAKE ME A BELIEVER BELIEVER
Word Count: 288 Words Tags: @sparrowkeeper Notes: XD he's really bad at socializing, I'm so sorry
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 14:31:55 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 Moons
Owlflight glanced back at Crowblaze tersely as he made to speak again, taking in his lowered ears as he continued in a notably softer tone. She was glad to see that he had noticed his own rudeness, and bit back harder on her internal urge to keep up her snappy words and tense posture. She forced herself to listen, and to try to keep a clear mind rather than stay on the defensive, and was rewarded with a genuine view into Crowblaze's own troubles.
His words played at her heart, and she was plunged back into the familiar pining for her sister that she so often kept from herself. How she wanted to see her again, to talk to her and regain that easy friendship they had had together. They had shared every moment of their lives until that final time when Daisytail had left, and the hole in her heart was bigger than she allowed herself to acknowledge. She looked down at the ground, cursing herself for the harsh bite of tears that she felt watering on the edges of her eyes. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't allow herself to cry like some weak little flower and make a fool of herself in front of Crowblaze. She mastered herself before speaking, hiding the pause by looking out at the mountainside as Crowblaze had.
"Very."
She sighed, feeling a mixture of release and guilt as she turned to look at Crowblaze. Here she was, finally broaching the subject of her sister that so many tiptoed around, and with Crowblaze of all cats, who was being open and honest with her, and yet she would have to lie to him. Even in this moment where she should have been able to be vulnerable, she couldn't. Daisytail had left her with that.
"We were barely ever apart, even when we trained as apprentices."
She continued, trying to keep it based in truth so that she wouldn't have to venture into lying.
"She was chatty and lively, quite my opposite, but I think we complemented each other well."
She looked out at the mountains again, avoiding Crowblaze's gaze as she mewed,
"After she was gone, I never really found anyone I could connect with as well as I had with her, which hasn't exactly been ideal."
That felt like a bit too far, a bit too frank. She tried to shift the attention away from herself.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but as you've raised the topic, may I ask what Hawkfall was like? I never got to know him."
438 Words - Fawn - No worries xD Makes the convo more interesting
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