[Gemini]

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TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: Here's le new thread. A lil rough but--

The voluminous somber and alabaster bachelor's crania peered upright, gleaming olive-green luminaries scrutinizing admits his embodiment. The tom's muscles rippled as he arose to his lengthy, herculean appendages. The phantom-silence of Badgerscar was petrifying as he snaked through the night, prowling in the undergrowth of the Black Woods. The behemoth tomcat sunk into the depths of the darkening night, his movements fluid and sinuous as he trekked along the floor, the tufts of his paws entwining with nettle. His glowing, beryl-green visionaries lingered along the shadow of a rather, abnormally large mouse scrambled across his visage. Badgerscar's pupils constricted, locking vision upon the quick creature.

Ah, a mouse. I prefer larger prey. He huffed through his nostrils, causing the mouse to scatter further into the underbrush where he stalked the mouse with an icy malice. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for the mouse, Badgerscar wasn't the most remorseless and indomitable hunter, but more so ruthless when it came to physical interaction with another feline of an opposing clan. However, for once, Badgerscar was feeling confident in this hunt, as he was thinking about something new in his life. He wasn't sure where things would turn, but he was relieved to have found himself a friend, whom was named Mousepetal. He never found himself easily opening up to anyone, but, for some reason, with Mousepetal, he broke so quickly. The tom was concerned about opening up about all his softer spots, though, around Mousepetal, his words slipped from his maw with ease.

Speaking to his new friend, Mousepetal had already opened new doors and even opened his eyes a bit to the idea of having relations with others. Badgerscar is quite the strange feline, considering he always wanted to be independent, but oddly independent to the point where he wanted to grow old alone, with no companion at his side, whether it was a lover or friend. Badgerscar had been too drawn to his past, though attempting to push himself onward to brighter, better ideas and options. He realized there was more to life than just serving the clan. He could have friends and more. He could let loose and enjoy himself, as long as clan duties were completed first. The brute shook his crania from his runaway thoughts, which had distracted him from his hunt, or, attempt to hunt.

Smoldering, chatoyant eyes perused the location he watched the mouse scurry, gaping his mouth open slightly as he tasted the atmosphere. Badgerscar creeped through the brush like a ghoulish vampire seeking out his next victim, wraith-silent paws and snow-soft pads barely make a noise as he moved. The brobdingnagian sire used his sinewy strength to sit back on his haunches and whisked his tail before springing with a terrifying, coiled energy. The tom's otter-sensitive whiskers enable him to judge the next spaces to crawl through and negotiate the thick undergrowth to locate the mouse. Badgerscar's acoustics swiveled upon the reverberation of the mouse attempting to move from beneath his immensely-sized paw. With his paws spread and claws unsheathed, his grip fastened, applying pressure to the smaller creature plateau. With that, there was a slight crack, feeling the carcass of the mouse become lifeless. Mice are easy, I believe.

Badgerscar dubiously hoisted himself upright, raising the mouse along with him. The lifeless rodent dangled from his mandible and maxilla by its smooth, slightly-furred tassel. He glimpsed around, plopping the mouse back down as he began to drown in his thoughts. He wanted to speak to Mousepetal. It was his only friend and he enjoyed the thought of having friends, thanks to Mousepetal. He wanted to thank her, though, she might be confused as to why he would do so. His vision started to darken, as he closed his eyes, all there is was pitch black. He exhaled sheepishly, "Who knew one feline could open your eyes so much." He flopped down to his chest, now lying with his crania placed upon his foundations.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

The coolness of the night kissed her face as she sat in the shadows of night; a ball of moss at her paws that she'd been entertaining the young with earlier. They were off playing among themselves now leaving her by herself. Mousepetal had offered to help watch the kits as she had nothing better to do. She'd made sure the elders had food that night after they rested during the day hours and had something fresh to eat when they awoke; she'd visited her friends briefly for breakfast before they had gone out for a patrol and now Mousepetal sat staring into the darkness of camp wondering what her next move would be. She'd gotten stronger and more confident in her self over the past few moons; something she attributed to her time and experience with Sterlingcry her old mentor. She'd owed that senior warrior everything for what Mousepetal became to this very day. The grey and white spotted she-cat's yellow orbs peered keenly across camp as a familiar large shape moved across camp and out it's entrance. A small smile tugged at her maw as she rose to her paws swiftly and moved to follow.

Badgerscar was one of her friends; one she had not known long but someone she felt a kindred spirit with. The large grey and white tom was nothing like he looked; being a misunderstood warrior of Nightclan that others took for granted for his hard working self but no one wanted to get close to him due to his family tree that contained one or two very...vile family members. OOF, Mousepetal knew all too much about his family. She's taken a stand to Blackstag when she first became an apprentice and didn't know if it was luck or the grace of Starclan that allowed her to go free and unharmed. Shaking those memories from her mind the young warrior quickened her pace wanting to catch up to the brute. She'd honestly missed talking with him. He was smarter and deeper than people gave him credit for. 

She didn't have the pelt of one who blended in well in the shadows but she was a slight little thing that allowed her to be light on her paws and an excellent stalker. That skill she put to the test as she hid from her new friend to see what he did. He hadn't seemed to realize she was there just yet so maybe her skills had sharpened more than she gave herself credit for. Grinning Mousepetal crouched behind a rock and peered out watching the other as he killed the rodent. He picked it up and turned as if to go and she quickly ducked behind her rock but he didn't emerge past her like she assumed. Instead, she heard him mutter something and the sound of him flopping down perked her attention. She peered over the rock's edge again and watched. Aw, he looked so....lonely and dejected for some reason.

Mousepetal decided she was going to surprise him; completely unaware that her presence was exactly what that large warrior ahead of her wanted in the moment. Maybe it was the fate of Starclan that guided her paws towards him in a stealthy crouch. Her tail tucked to her side as she snuck up behind him and wiggled her hindquarters a second before her leg muscles bunches and propelled her towards her intended target. She was not too far that she'd miss her shot and with her body size she could propel herself quite far in a good second.

Warm fur underneath her outstretched paws was her first indication that she landed on target. She made sure her claws were not out for she did not want to cause him harm. Her weight shouldn't crush him but she was still happy to know she'd been able to sneak up on the hunter. What she did not expect was her to go over his head. She might have had the lack of weight for a quick movement but it went against her to staying on what she caught. She's catapulted herself right over his head; not having used her claws for a perched landing and flipped tail over head right off his shoulders and landed with a thud on her back right in front of him. His image was upside down. She couldn't help but stretch out one of her limbs to poke him in the nose with a white paw and give a sheepish grin.

"Well, that didn't go as planned." she commented casually as if she didn't just launch herself over his head like some sort of loon. She still lay on her back belly up staring at him with a playful and goofy smile that held a bit of embarrassment. "...Hi Badgerscar...."

Word Count: #823 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: 

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