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Post by Hellion on Oct 28, 2019 0:14:09 GMT -5
It couldn't go unnoticed. Waverunner had been different since the flood, granted most of the Clan had been. She had busied herself with proving she deserved her warrior name. Still holding onto the grief and guilt of her uncle's death. Her fathered and tried time and time again to talk her out of such thoughts. They hung heavy on her shoulders. Passing the spot of the river where he drowned made her fur crawl. Guilt seemed to be akin to a dozen bugs burrowed in her skin.
However, it helped when she stopped picking at them (metaphorically of course,). Blaming herself didn't bring back uncle Crowblaze. Making sure it never happened again did.
That noble feat ended during the flood, Wrenstrike drowned before her eyes. Willowbreeze's kits feared to have the same fate until Silverstar arrived half-drowned himself to the Tribe with two mewling bundles of fur and bones. A hard lesson to learn, you can't save everyone.
In the time since being back at their waterlogged home, Owlfrost had divided herself between providing and rebuilding. It kept her busy, away from the dark thoughts that were how many cats had been lost to the river. The rare moments she saw Waverunner, he seemed still caught up on Wrenstrike's death. Not that Owlfrost had room to talk, so she didn't.
Until now.
Deciding he could use some comfort even for a few moments, Owlfrost made her intentions known. "Waverunner! Will you come here?" She called out to her fellow warrior, waiting nearby for him to come close.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 4, 2019 7:00:33 GMT -5
Emotions were constantly bubbling underneath the blue-gray pelt of the new warrior, ever since Rainclan had been driven from their home due to the flooding river. While he was relieved to be home, rebuilding and hunting to keep himself occupied, it didn't stop his mind from wandering back to that day. Wrenstrike's death weighed heavily upon his narrow shoulders, even finding him within his dreams and waking him with a start and racing heart.
Logically, he knew it was an accident, but he also couldn't help feeling that if it hadn't been for him then the older tom would still be alive. Still be padding alongside their clanmates to help repair the damage done to their camp. It was similar to how he had felt after his mother, Lizardleap, had died. There was a squeezing feeling around his heart, a heavy stone within his belly and sometimes it felt like it hurt to breathe.
Such things affected him deeply, as much as he hated to admit it.
Gullswoop would have been proud of him, powering through the depression he felt in an attempt to aid those around him. No matter what the young tom felt, his clan and his clanmates always came first. He wasn't about to let any of them down because he was sad or hurting. A good warrior fought through it, and the young tom would honor his new name and position by doing just that.
Waverunner had just finished patching up a hole in the wall of the warrior's den, rebuilt after the raging river waters had torn it apart, when he heard the familiar voice of Owlfrost. He hadn't spent much time with her since they had returned from the Tribe's home within the mountains. The two young warriors had been named together, along side Waspstrike who was running around somewhere doing something.
Flickering an ear, the lanky tom made his way over to where the pretty silver she-cat waited for him, those icy pools of her watching his every movement. He couldn't help the warmth that rose beneath his blue-gray fur as he grew closer, it happened every time he was around Owlfrost and it was something he couldn't quite explain. He honestly didn't mind the feeling, though the increase in his heartbeat he could do without because Waverunner was sure Owlfrost could heart it try to leap from his chest.
"Hey Owlfrost." Waverunner gave a tired smile as it curled across his maw, the many emotions that swelled beneath his pelt obvious within his green pools when he met her gaze. Flickering his long tail, the young tom reached forwards to press his nose to her ear in a comfortable greeting before parting his maw to speak once more, "What's up? Need help with something?" Always willing to help and preform his duties despite that mischievous streak that ran through his blood.
in the garden of evil I'm gonna be the greatest Waverunner, RainClan Warrior 19 Moons |
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Post by Hellion on Dec 6, 2019 1:42:37 GMT -5
Owlfrost warrior of RainClan
Greeted with the gentle touch of his nose to her ear, Owlfrost smiled. As they parted she caught his gaze. She felt it same to assume that hidden under his polite greeting was something else. Something covered in a thick layer of guilt. While she had no authority to be certain of her assumption, Owlfrost kept a note of it. Adding it to her extensive mental catalog of those closest to her. A technique formed over moons of paying close attention to those she had stronger connections to. While it wasn't the easiest mental method of memory. It helped with dealing with her grief, tucking it away until it could be broken down into manageable pieces.
Like an old river rock, it would smooth over with time. She just had to remain consistent, like the river.
Upon hearing Waverunner's question, she stood, flicking her tail for him to follow. "I wanted to go on a walk with you, I thought about finding some feathers for my aunt Willowbreeze. Something to line her nursery nest with. You've been working hard and deserve a break," She wanted to sound inviting, not like she was trying to distract him.
Not to condemn her father, but Owlfrost's memory of her father trying to lift her spirits often tasted bitter. Her intentions with Waverunner were more altruistic. She could relate to the tom-cat and wanted to help. Not try and fix him. Her chosen method very unlike her father's.
She knew Gullswoop meant well, that was clear. But it never helped. It only darkened the cloud that hung over her head. He tried too hard to change her way of thinking when she truly needed something to accept it. Say to her 'your guilt is valid,' not plead with her to understand it wasn't her fault. She knew it wasn't, no one was to blame besides the fox who shared in her uncle's watery death. Even with that rock-solid knowledge, it didn't stop the guilt.
A thinker by nature, she replayed the day over and over. Imagined it with such a wide variety of conceivable actions, she quickly lost count. One thing was certain: If she had been more aware, quicker in her stride she could have saved him. That was her stone to carry until her last swim in the river.
"Enough!"
She internally shouted the phrase, she slowed her stride enough to brush her shoulder against Waverunner. Waiting for him to agree and walk with her out of camp and toward the reeds.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Mar 5, 2020 6:25:19 GMT -5
A soft smile managed to find it's way to the once more carefree and mischievous tom's face. It was strange, how his kithood days and the first few moons of his apprenticehood where filled with excitement and glee and a happy heart that couldn't even begin to imagine the hardships that true and worked warriors experienced. Death seemed to be following Rainclan with every waking breath, as the seasons gave hardships he hadn't been ready for.
First it had been his mother, Lizardleap taken from the valley due to sickness once the weather started growing cold during his first Leafbare. Now the flood of this season had taken even more fit and abled cats by drowning the life from them as water swept them away from the world of the living. He had failed to save both of those cats, as he lacked the skills needed to heal the sickness upon Lizardleap's breath. As for Wrenstrike... the former apprentice had been unable to keep the tom from slipping beneath the surface of the swollen, muddy river before never being seen again.
Logically, the blue-gray tomcat knew neither were his fault, that he couldn't blame himself for things happening outside of his power or ability to control the situation. That didn't stop his heart from thinking differently, for lacing the young warrior with a layer of guilt that he couldn't seem to escape. It was like a block of ice settling upon his chest, making it hard to breath at times. Was this how the life of a warrior was suppose to be? Was there no happiness once the world becomes reality outside the safety of the nursery?
Waverunner was quickly pulled from his thoughts at the soft feeling of Owlfrost nudging her shoulder against his, the slender tomcat not even realizing he was loosing himself with a spiral of his depressed, dark thoughts. He was hard to pull away from such things, and for the past few days he had wallowed within them while aiding the rebuilding of Rainclan's water logged camp. That gentle brilliance within the pretty she-cat's gaze caused a warmth to stir within his belly, scaring the cold that was creeping into his bones away.
"I'd love to go for a walk with you." Waverunner's tone was almost weary, tired even despite his youth of nineteen moons. In time it was probable that he would bounce back, one those tender wounds were healed within the beating organ of his chest. He was a gentle-hearted cat despite his more sneaky nature and light-hearted playfulness he was usually known for. His mouth felt mildly dry, not sure when the last time he actually spoke a whole sentence, perhaps when he earned his warrior title?
Nimble paws led the slender blue-gray feline from Rainclan's still in-process camp, his short coat occasionally brushing against the pretty she-cat's next to him, but he rather enjoyed it. It was a familiar feeling of a living body, reminding him that he wasn't as alone as he sometimes felt. It was a poor thought, but death and darkness often warped the mind on occasions. Muddled blue-gray pools watched the ground as Waverunner padded silently alongside Owlfrost, enjoying her quiet company for the time being.
"How are the kits?" He asked after a moment, his tone a little less dusty than earlier. The two youngsters had almost lost their lives within the flood, by the grace of Starclan they had managed to survive the rapid river to find Silverstar at the end of their little day old journey. in the garden of evil I'm gonna be the greatest Waverunner, RainClan Warrior 19 Moons |
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Post by Hellion on Mar 18, 2020 0:24:04 GMT -5
Content in a unique way to walk beside Waverunner in silence. Owlfrost did her best not to think too much of it. Not the gossiping type, she did wonder if rumors would start. The coming newleaf often meant kits and rumors of kits. Love in Newleaf, a popular phrase said by young she-cats who fancied young toms when the flowers bloomed. However, it was leaf-fall and with no flower in sight, Owlfrost felt foolish giving anything of the sort much thought.
But it couldn't be helped.
He brought it out in her.
Flicking her tail to touch his flank, Owlfrost quietly reminded him that she was nearby. Nevermind their pelts were nearly constant in their touch. It seems any excuse to touch him was enough for her.
When that thought occurred to her, Owlfrost's cheeks flushed and her eyes shifted to watch her paws as they traveled to a well-known nesting ground. She needed some kind of distraction to calm whatever bubbled inside her.
As his voice broke through her thoughts, she thanked StarClan for prompting him in such away. It was always refreshing when young toms cared about kits, made her wonder how he'd be with her own.
"Wait. "
"Why did that matter? "
Owlfrost gave herself a solid shake to rid her head of whatever buzzed about. She refocused on his question, glad to talk instead of being with her thoughts.
"They are doing well, Stormkit is going to be a pawful. I see Willowbreeze almost every morning bringing her back to the nursery after she tried to sneak out. I pity her future mentor," A giggled followed after as she pictured Stormkit standing ontop her mentor and proclaiming herself a warrior without any formal training. "Troutkit might be easier to train, he seems eager to learn and prove himself," Her young tom cousin had the makings to be a solid warrior for the clan if his arrogance didn't get in the way.
"Have you asked Silverstar if you can mentor either of them? I could put in a good word for you with Willowbreeze," A smile came easy, a large toothy grin meant just for him. "But you'll owe me for it," She teased, as her cheeks continued to warm.
"When did I get so bold!" The thought came to her just as they neared the reeds. Turning away to avoid looking at him for fear she'd combust, Owlfrost scented the air for any fresh bird smells. The last thing she wanted was to anger a swan or goose because she took feathers.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 2, 2020 23:09:43 GMT -5
The slender young tom couldn't help but lift his soft gaze to watch Owlfrost as the silver tabby padded next to her. A smile slowly making its way to his maw as he listened to her describe each of Willowbreeze's young kits. He hadn't recently seen them, as he had been busy helping rebuild Rainclan's ramshaked camp, but he had heard the stories of how the new queen had named each of her kits.
And judging by Owlfrost's description of each one, they seemed to fit their namesakes.
Amusement filtered into the tom's tired blue-gray pools as his whiskers wriggled with the emotion, obviously in need of this conversation. It was proving to be a good distraction from his troubled thoughts and weighted shoulders. Waverunner had always enjoyed kits, even when he was a young apprentice he had always found himself near the nursery to either watch or play with the youngest members of the clan among the reeds.
He was honestly surprised that the thought rose within his mind of one day having his own kits. The lanky blue-gray tom could practically see the little silver tabby furballs tumbling over each other under the careful eye of their mother... Waverunner felt a rush of warmth under his short, dilute coat at the mental image of Owlfrost as the mother of his kits, heart running rampid within his chest with unexplainable emotions. He was suddenly aware of the closeness between them and their fur continued to brush against each other with each step they took.
It was hard to explain, in fact it was still hard for Waverunner to completely understand what was happening. Only Owlfrost could cause his breath to catch within his throat, or stir up feelings he wasn't aware existed until he was in her presence. To be honest, the young tom hadn't even realized he missed being around her until just then, it made the slender tom feel more normal. Moving without really thinking things through, or actually thinking at all, the blue-gray warrior stepped closer so that they could continue brushing pelts as they walked.
"They sound like a pawful..." Waverunner spoke in a soft rasp, that smile still present upon his dilute maw as he let his gentle gaze hold her dark tabby form. Flickering his long tail, the dim colored limb softly moved against Owlfrost's as he parted his jaw to once again speak in that tired tone. "It will be fun to watch them grow up. Maybe we could even possibly mentor them together, that would be fun." It felt good to think about the future with her beside him...
There he went again, mind drifting and causing his heart to startle within his chest. in the garden of evil I'm gonna be the greatest Waverunner, RainClan Warrior 22 Moons |
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Post by Hellion on Apr 12, 2020 22:57:13 GMT -5
Owlfrost warrior of RainClan
Owlfrost purred excitedly as he too spoke fondly of her cousins. To share in the joy of new kits was typical of every clan-cat. Waverunner made it better somehow. Maybe the way he seemed truly happy for her and her family opposed to pleasantly as other clanmates. Doing a bit of guesswork, Owlfrost assumed it was due to her father being Waverunner's former mentor. Perhaps some of Gullswoop had brushed off on him.
Pride resurfaced at the thought. Gullswoop remained a solid warrior of RainClan, a cat she admired aside from being her father. Waverunner had the makings to be a pillar in RainClan's success. To one day see him standing bold and in high regard made her chest hum. Not for selfish reasons but because she had faith in him.
And if he cared not to become that pillar, Owlfrost would smile and agree with him still. For his happiness mattered more to her.
As the terrain gradually shifted to stiff, crushed reeds, she glanced toward him. They had arrived. The lack of swan or goose scent put her at ease. They were safe from those feathered-terrors.
"Get as many feathers as you can! See you back here in two flaps of a duck's wing," Her parting words with bookended with a gentle nudge of her head to his shoulder. She did not wait for his reply, disappearing into the thickets of reeds in search of feathers.
To her surprise, a nest nearby had been made lush with downy feathers. The ones were now useless to young swans and geese alike. Relying on her forepaw to bundle them up, Owlfrost hurried with her task. It helped them clump together enough for her to gather into a heap.
As she finished her task, her thoughts wandered. First to her cousins and how excited they will be for the new feathers, then to Willowbreeze. Her heart weakened her for aunt, a she-cat without a mate who was raising a pawful of kits. While there were rumors who had sired the pair, Owlfrost felt it not her right to ask. Willowbreeze's nest-mates were her business. But still, it gnawed at her. From the outside looking in, it seemed awful to be a single queen. Owlfrost knew the entire clan was helping but when it came to the flooding, Willowbreeze had been alone when it happened. Lucky to have been saved by her and Waverunner.
As the memory of the day renewed itself in her thoughts, Owlfrost lingered once more on Waverunner and his presence. How easily he risked his own life for them all, how he deserved to be kept the happiest cat. Owlfrost deemed it his reward.
How he could be kept happy was a thought for another day. After the kits were coddled and grown. When life was back to normal.
Owlfrost returned to meshing together the feathers to be easier to carry, before returning to him.
Confident in her ability to find him despite the mawful of feathers clouding her nose, Owlfrost did just that. Arriving in three flaps of a duck wing, to his side. Unable to speak with her mouth full of feathers, she purred to gain his attention. Flicking her tail in the direction of home, so they might walk back together.
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