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GaleClan Leader
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INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 5, 2018 5:44:49 GMT -5
Shellfur Life is Tough My Darling, so are You
I can only do what I wanna I can only say what I wanna say I can only think what I wanna think Don't hate me, don't hate
It was definitely leafbare.
Clouds hung low within the sky, blocking out any hope of the sun's weak rays warming the chilly air. There was hardly any fresh scents among the reeds and grasses, all the prey starting to sneak away for the colder moons to come. Though the river was still running strong, bubbling around stones within the path of the cold, blue water, and it still promised fish for those quick enough to snatch them.
Which, the cream coated she-cat usually was.
Today, however, had not been going the young she-cat's way whatsoever. The guarded feline had accidentally overslept that morning, missing her chance to join the Dawn Patrol to check the border Rainclan shared with Stoneclan. After cursing herself under her breath, annoyed that she hadn't been able to sleep well the previous night, Shellfur decided she was going to hunt to make up for missing the patrol.
However, somewhat off due to the fact she woke up late, the flame pointed she-cat winded up at the Willow Stream, which while it was a pretty place to relax it promised poor chances of actually finding any fish. Of course, she had been attempting to make her way towards the River and ended up spacing out on her journey. With a frustrated hiss, Shellfur moved to make her way to her intended destination but not before stumbling over a fallen willow branch that sent her sprawled out on the cool ground.
Finally, the slender she-cat managed to find herself a nice seat on the side of the river. Pretty blue orbs stared down into the rippling water while managing to keep her shadow from the surface as she waited for the silhouette form of a fish filtered past. Slightly plume tail of soft ginger coloration flickered behind her crouched form, ears trained to catch noises around her while her gaze was preocupied.
There was a slight breeze that kissed the surface of the moving river, though it didn't bother Shellfur much, her medium kept coat helped her with gentler Leafbare temperatures. Though as it continued to get colder throughout the next moons it wont keep her much warmer than a cat with a short coat.
A quick flash of attention shot through the deep blue pools of the cream feline's eyes as her golden paw shot out to hook the fish out of the water...
Then lost her balance as she got overzealous.
With a startled squeak, Shellfur stumbled forwards after knocking her fish onto the bank beside her. As she tried to regain her balance, two gingery paws crossed over each other and sent her practically flopping onto the ground besides her flailing prey. The tip of the pretty she-cat's feathered tail was soaked as it lay partially within the chilly river water, flame pointed ears laid back in slightly annoyance and embarrassment at what just occurred.
"Worst. Warrior. Ever." Shellfur snorted disdainfully towards her clumsiness as she picked herself up and shaking out her silky, cream coated fur. Her skin beneath her pelt burned, though it heated up more the second she heard the plop~ noise of the fish managing to make it's way back to the safety of the water.
"Great Starclan, I give up." Shellfur sighed in her raspy voice, lashing her tail as she lowered her haunches into a sitting position. She was fully convinced that the stars were against her today, even if it sounded a little dramatic. She felt the need to be a little dramatic at the moment.
I can only love who I wanna love
I can only look how I wanna look
I can only be what I wanna be
Don't hate me, don't hate
Fawn - Shell is struggling so much atm xD |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 5, 2018 21:57:52 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior "Worst. Warrior. Ever."
So far, Brookfall had to agree with her. The silvery-white coat of the RainClan warrior blended in surprisingly well with the sparse willow tree overhanging the stream. It was the gray background behind him, the flecks of black and silver in his coat, and his lack of jewel-toned eyes that let him be a little harder to spot.
He was looking forward to the snowfall, it was the only time he felt as though he excelled at hunting land prey. Strange, given that there was even fewer prey to catch than any other season - but Brookfall always managed to come home with something.
The fishing patrol he'd been part of had likely moved on without him; that suited him perfectly. Brookfall, now so more than ever, preferred a solitary existence. He was tired of the consolatory murmurs and pitying looks since the Greenleaf Gathering. His apprentice had died - despite everything Brookfall had done to fight off the fox, the damage was done, and Pipitpaw had slipped away from him. The biggest pity of all was that he'd been in the final stretch of his apprenticeship, the promise of a warrior name growing over closer for young Pipitpaw.
It was this, almost more than the site of Pipitpaw taking his last breath, that sickened Brookfall every time he thought of it. Every time he woke up, cold and grim and empty, inside his nest. Lilygleam had noticed his moodiness, and Brookfall had become a master at crafting excuses, at smiling to prove he was just fine and did not need any extra attention from his mother-turned-deputy.
Truthfully? Brookfall didn't know what he needed. He thought he needed more alone time, but it wasn't suiting him as well as he expected.
Slowly unfurling himself from the willow bough, Brookfall's claws caught on the back, slowing his head-first descent down the willow's trunk until he could leap the last foxlength. He landed neatly in the cool, shriveled grass walking to where Shellfur had slumped, no doubt cursing the stars or cursing herself for that rotten bit of luck.
"Don't feel badly, Shellfur." He mewed, his tone deceptively mirthful as if he did not have this weight inside his chest. "That fish was very determined." That poor fishing display brought back a memory of helping Moonshine learn to fish properly, but that memory faded just as quickly.
His smile became brighter, the tom a master at faking authentic contentment when he felt anything but.
We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. |
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GaleClan Leader
GorgeClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 13, 2018 19:14:51 GMT -5
Shellfur Life is Tough My Darling, so are You
I can only do what I wanna I can only say what I wanna say I can only think what I wanna think Don't hate me, don't hate
Drawing the pale gingery tail to her side, the pretty warrior glared down at tip of her beautiful plume, the long, feathered end was wet and clumped together. Despite the fact that under normal circumstances the warrioress rather enjoyed the cooling liquid that ran along side Rainclan's territory, she was not pleased with a wet appendage with the chilly weather that threatened to get colder.
With her attention distracted, it gave her clanmate more than enough time to sneak down near her before nearly startling her out of her fluffy coat. Hackles raised in surprise as Shellfur quickly leaped to her paws, whirling around to face Brookfur with liquid blue orbs that sparkled with mixed emotions before they quickly slipped back into a near emotionless glaze to hide the embarrassment that rose within her chest like a fire.
She knew the tom, somewhat anyways. It wasn't like she was very active with keeping up with her clanmates, considering she stayed around the edges and preferred to keep to herself. Brookfall was older than she way, her memories vaguely pictured him as an apprentice when she was just a kit in the Purist's Camp away from Rainclan's camp. She was also aware that he was Silverstar's brother, but other than that Shellfur knew little to nothing about the silvery-black tomcat.
Despite the hammering of her heart, Shellfur managed to sink back onto her haunches while the spiked fur along her shoulders flattened with a quick lick to each side. "Good thing you weren't a badger or I would have been fresh-kill." A joke, something the raspy voiced feline used to cover up the fact that she had been caught being a clumsy fishbrain. The Flame-Point even managed to give an amused wriggle of her whiskers to sell her false bravado.
"I'm not usually a stumbling kit when it comes to fishing, I think Starclan is playing a prank on me." Unsure of what to say, Shellfur just gave another joke in an attempt to break the awkwardness she could feel trickling down her spine. Stonefern would be so much better at this then me... It was a bitter thought towards her sister, but it held truth as the gray coated littermate of Shellfur was so much more personable and outgoing.
It's fine. You can do this...
And if not, then she would just fake it like normal.
Using her tail to point towards the chilly river where the water softly trickled downstream, Shellfur gave attention towards where she had just recently failed at successfully catching a sleek fish. "You can definitely give it a try, i'm sure you're much better than I am." The mostly cream coated she-cat gave a small chuckle as she continued, "Unless all the fish are determined to slip away today."
I can only love who I wanna love
I can only look how I wanna look
I can only be what I wanna be
Don't hate me, don't hate
Fawn |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 4, 2019 20:47:08 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior Brookfall had caught her unawares - she'd nearly jumped to the stars and back - and his whiskers twitched with badly controlled mirth. It was always so fascinating, to watch a cat's expression change from something raw, undiluted, into something managed and pressed into something else. Something expected. Something to save face.
Shellfur fumbled as much over their small talk as she did over that fish, and Brookfall smoothly took control of the situation. It was easier for both of them if she handed over the reins of the conversation - let him direct it where it needed to go so she could recover her dignity. "My fishing patrol has gone up river without me, so I'll gladly take you up on that offer."
Brookfall gestured with a soft flick of his tail for her to take a spot beside him at the bank; they were in a good position. The sun was in front and their shadows were stretching behind, away from the glittering surface of the river. In greenleaf, it looked refreshing, inviting, particularly for long-coated cats such as he and his siblings.
In leafbare, however, that sparkling glint on the top of the water promised a chill that could settle into the bones or start the first few painful coughs of illness.
The river, like cats, had a certain... duality.
"I'm sure we can catch something, if we work together." Brookfall's eyes did not leave the churning waters in the middle of the river, not until he reminded himself he was supposed to be the perfect charming conversationist he'd worked so hard to become. Yellow eyes found blue, and Brookfall smiled. "I'll catch whatever you miss, and you'll catch whatever I miss. Do we have a deal?"
It was a silly (and improbable) sort of arrangement, but it created a sense of camraderie with a cat he did not know very well. And that was where Brookfall's true social talents lied; making friends out of everyone, but never getting too close.
We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. |
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GaleClan Leader
GorgeClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 27, 2019 6:42:55 GMT -5
Shellfur Life is Tough My Darling, so are You
I can only do what I wanna I can only say what I wanna say I can only think what I wanna think Don't hate me, don't hate
Sure...
It passed through the flame point's head briefly as she pushed her natural, reluctant feelings aside with the attempt to seem like a normal, casual cat. And so, the warrioress gave no hesitation as she sat down next to her clanmate, haunches folding comfortably while giving herself a good view of the rushing water. Though she gave some space between the two of them, her subconscious trained to keep her closed off.
She was nervous at first, though it probably came from the fact that Shellfur was a little socially awkward... or maybe it was because her heart was hammering away within her rib-cage but she somehow managed to pull of a near emotionless expression. A tuffed ear flickered sideways to catch Brookfall's remaining sentences, feeling slightly annoyed by the fact that he was being overly nice about the situation.
And besides, here was this handsome tom sitting next to her while she was just a frantic mess of fur.
"Sounds good." It was a dull sentence, but only because Shellfur's attention was no longer on the handsome tom next to her, but rather the water as it moved alongside the bank they sat. Pretty blue orbs practically mirrored the river, falling into a comfort zone of hers. Despite her doubt, Shellfur had always been a good fisher, and it was one thing that managed to relax her if she happened to be stressed.
The other was the river itself.
As the flame point grew more relaxed, the guarded expression upon her pretty face fell. There was the slightest twinkle within her gaze as she moved forwards, not realizing her long, soft coat was brushing against Brookfall's own lengthy pelt. Her concentration was training hard upon the almost glassy surface of the river, her shadow staying out of sight upon the clear blue coloring.
Fish!
It was quick when it happened, there had perhaps been one fish or even maybe a school, but Shellfur's cerulean pools narrowed quickly as she focused on one of the scaled prey as it snaked through the water with expertise. A pale ginger paw shot out to swat at the water, claws hooking to yank the fish clean from the water and onto the bank next to her. Her swift movement, practiced over moons of being an apprentice, made her able to kill the flopping creature before it attempted to escape like it's buddy from earlier.
Excitement and pride swarmed Shellfur's chest as her bright blue orbs lit up. Despite her doubt within her abilities, it didn't cause her from feeling that warming rush of pride whenever she accomplished something. Sometimes it was the small things, like catching a fish.
She hadn't realized she had slipped from her guard, fishing was something that came easy to her. It was something she enjoyed and so it relaxed her, took away her anxieties about fitting in or being good. And so, without thinking about it, the flame pointed cream she-cat turned her gaze towards Brookfall, the slightest flicker of mischief attempting to shine through the watery color. "You're turn to catch one." Her tone was light and smooth, perhaps even playful, unlike earlier when she practically had to force herself to respond without sounding like a mouse-brain.
I can only love who I wanna love
I can only look how I wanna look
I can only be what I wanna be
Don't hate me, don't hate
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Post by Fawn on Feb 6, 2019 23:39:39 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior The little misshap earlier had been just that, a misshap. Even with a captive audience, Shellfur was able to regain her composure - so fixated on her task that she failed to notice the soft brush of her pelt against his - and redeem herself with a freshly caught carp. A swift bite stopped its useless flopping, and Brookfall felt himself purr encouragingly as Shellfur looked up, bright-eyed and obviously feeling better.
"On the contrary," he purred. "I'm only here to catch the fish you miss." The tom's tail swept courteously over the flowing water, as though a gentleman yielding the river to a lady, as was only polite. He matched the mischief in her eyes, knowing it would put her at ease if he made himself out to be the most charming companions; a friend, or someone to try out their flirting on, the distinction didn't matter.
He did not have his brother's reputation for siring litters but keeping his heart out of reach. Rather, he knew himself to be a strong conversationalist, a listening ear and a non-judgemental third party. It was all a farce, of course, but it was a farce that suited him. Brookfall was always careful, however, not to give any she-cats the wrong impression.
Despite his little joke, Brookfall's gaze swept over the water's surface, and he eased from his tidy sitting position into something more akin to a hunter stalking their prey. It wasn't ideal for catching land prey - his feet were too firmly planted, his posture not quite right - but it enabled him to keep his balance should a particularly strong quarry put up a fight.
A long lean shadow flitted beneath the surface, dark and meandering. Brookfall's paws flexed in anticipation, the extra toe on each paw brought to light as he raised his right front limb, careful not to let the shadow fall over the water's surface. Closer... Just swim a little closer...
Fishing was a waiting game, as any good RainClan cat knew. The shadow moved away from the bankside they were crouched on, but lingered in the area. Brookfall exhaled a soft laugh, catching Shellfur's eye from the corners of his own. "You're giving me performance anxiety."
She wasn't. But it was a good way to break the quiet that so often came with the waiting game.
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