Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 4, 2019 2:40:56 GMT -5
Timberfrost
The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder
Drops of water continued to drip off the leaves of the soaked trees all across Treeclan's damp territory. The ground was soft and sticky, the day storm causing the dirt to turn to mud. The air was humid as if the sky still had more to drain, but held back for the moment as night drifted farther on.
The massive tabby she-cat slipped in and out of the shadows, her dark tabby pelt blending in well, like a tiger from ancient stories. Icy cerulean pools stayed trained forwards, her large paws leading her in the direction she chose, following the faintest of scents under that of the strong scent of rain.
The chilly tempered feline was seeking out a familiar pelt, an adjusted scent, a cat she never thought she'd want to be around when normally she'd want to be alone. The shift was subtle, but noticeable and surprisingly not unsettling.
Pushing through the undergrowth into the clearing of Starclan's Claws, cerulean pools landed upon the massive form of Treeclan's black coated deputy. Like a stone panther, sitting at the base of the oddly structured rock formation, gaze staring as if waiting for something incredible happen. He was probably lost in thought, as deputy he had a lot on his plate now.
Especially with Nightclan's open claim of war at the last gathering.
Padding silently forwards, Timberfrost made her way up to his side. His scent was relaxing, something she never thought would ever happen with any cat. Her sister's scent didn't even bring her this odd feeling of calm and peace. Lowering her haunches, the tabby warrior sat down next to Pumafang, unintentionally letting her short, dense pelt brush against his own short coat. There was a silence that sat between them, though not awkward.
She had never been good with words or emotions or anything that dealt with feelings. Her heart had been trapt in ice, locked away with her stunted emotions. Besides, she wasn't about to tell him that she had sought the deputy out for his company, it sounded ridiculous and pitiful. She wasn't some mewling, prissy she-cat who wanted attention, she just wanted... to be in his presence. Even if it was a silent one.
"You are doing well, aiding Lionstar during this time." Did the frosty she-cat really want to talk about her overly emotional leader? No, but it lead up to her next question. "You seem to be handling the stress of everything well." Timberfrost couldn't help but wonder if the massive tomcat would actually tell her the truth on how he felt, it didn't seem that he was any better with emotions than she was.
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