Post by Abyss on Jun 6, 2021 20:53:19 GMT -5
Things had been oddly...quiet. It seemed that time had slowed greatly over the last season or so, most of Treeclan lost in empty space. A large portion of the clan, even now, was mourning over the loss of Lionstar. The old bag had left a rather irritating legacy behind him the day he finally keeled over. Practically everyone in the clan had lived or been born during his reign, leaving many to have seen him as their only Leader. But now he was gone.
Surprisingly, she had not heard very many thoughts about the clan's new ruler. Minus the obvious disbelievers in his takeover, such as Lionstar's short-tempered son and a few other prominent voices within the clan. Though, it wasn't as if she often listened. After so long of catching snippets of conversations discussing the loss of their previous precious Leader and his lasting impression on Treeclan, she had began to tune out practically all voices when walking through camp. Personally, she couldn't care less. That old fool had spent too long leading Treeclan down the path of pacifism, forging unnecessarily relationships with the other clans and trying to avoid battle as much as possible. Practically everyone had been shocked when he announced their plan of war against Nightclan, though that was seasons ago by now. That had been one of the few times she had ever actually given the tom a single claw's worth of praise. How quickly he had lost it, though…
Narrowed orange eyes stared across the way from the tree stump she sat upon, light shining ahead of her, but ending right at the base of her perch. The sun’s rays filtered through the branches of the Great Maple, the leaves not yet grown given it wasn’t fully Newleaf yet. The pristine bark of the tree, the winding yet untangled branches sticking in every which direction, the way the light casted across the ground. It was like this location had been built specifically to serve as a grave for the wealthy. It was repulsive.
“Of course that rotting pile of fur chose this place as his burial ground...” she snarled under her breath, glaring towards the little circle of roots in which Lionstar’s corpse had been laid to rest beneath the dirt. Foxfire had never been overly fond of many of the places within her own territory. It was quite boring, if she was honest. But this tree had been her primary place to come when she felt any sort of turmoil for most of her life. She had laid within the heights of this maple many times, and though it wasn’t ever joy or peace she gained from being here, it was still comforting...in a way. Or at least it had been.
Now, every time her fiery gaze caught sight of the old plant, all she felt was contempt. Spite, in her own mind. What had previously been the Great Maple was now just Lionstar’s Grave, which was something she was far from pleased about. Though she had been passed this place many times, she had never actually stopped to be near it until now. In truth, she didn’t know what had brought her here. No, maybe that was a iie. She knew why she was here. She had been asked to come here. But she didn’t know why she was here, or why she was here.
As if right on cue, she heard pawsteps behind her. Luckily for her, the wind happened to be moving towards her rather than away. Had it been otherwise, she may have turned. But no. It wouldn’t be anyone else except for him.
It was strange how relationships could form due to one simple event, regardless of the importance of said event. Not that they were in a relationship- far from it- but there was still something.
Driftshade had always been one of those background cats, one of the felines she didn’t interact with or really know. Not because she didn’t wish to or avoided him, but rather just because there was never a point where meeting was required or happened to occur. She had never spoken to him, but he had approached her not too long after Scorchwing had passed away. It was odd timing, awful timing actually. Looking back at it now, the timing didn’t matter in her opinion. Her father had died. Big deal. But during that time, she had been in the previously mentioned turmoil. Not because she was upset over his death, but because she had, in those days, experienced freedom for the first time. Not true freedom; that would entail her leaving Treeclan, though that was always a pretty tempting option. But freedom nonetheless. She didn’t know what to do with it, or how to handle it. And along came Driftshade.
They had been talking. Not much at first. They only interacted every once in a while at the start. They began to get put on patrols, not by choice, but neither refused. They were just required, and that was all. It wasn’t until about a season or so later that Driftshade began to speak to her more often, sometimes following her when she went on her solitary walks through the territory. A few times they had chosen to explore the area that Pumafa-......their Leader, had chosen to claim as Treeclan’s. They hadn’t bothered attempt to take or change either border, but rather push outwards away from everyone else. An interesting choice, she didn’t deny. But it was new, therefore, it needed to be checked.
Though, compared to those other times, this had been the first time that the brown tom had ever specifically asked to meet with her, in private. She was curious, but it also pissed her off. Yes, she tolerated Driftshade, and yes, he was one of the few in the clan that she was actually willing to have normal conversation with. But that didn’t mean that she actually cared about him, or even enjoyed his company. He was an irritating flea, one that always seemed to be there in the most inconvenient times. And yet she had still come. Damn her own urge to indulge in curiosity.
“Out of all places to pick, it had to be here...” the deep red she-cat growled, her head not turning away. Her fluffy tail lashed behind her, long claws digging into the wood beneath her paws. What kind of trick was this, calling her to the one place in the territory that he knew she despised. Sometimes Foxfire wondered which of the two primary toms in her life she would claw the eyes out of first: Driftshade, or Pumastar. She knew what her initial choice would be, but if one should happen first...
Surprisingly, she had not heard very many thoughts about the clan's new ruler. Minus the obvious disbelievers in his takeover, such as Lionstar's short-tempered son and a few other prominent voices within the clan. Though, it wasn't as if she often listened. After so long of catching snippets of conversations discussing the loss of their previous precious Leader and his lasting impression on Treeclan, she had began to tune out practically all voices when walking through camp. Personally, she couldn't care less. That old fool had spent too long leading Treeclan down the path of pacifism, forging unnecessarily relationships with the other clans and trying to avoid battle as much as possible. Practically everyone had been shocked when he announced their plan of war against Nightclan, though that was seasons ago by now. That had been one of the few times she had ever actually given the tom a single claw's worth of praise. How quickly he had lost it, though…
Narrowed orange eyes stared across the way from the tree stump she sat upon, light shining ahead of her, but ending right at the base of her perch. The sun’s rays filtered through the branches of the Great Maple, the leaves not yet grown given it wasn’t fully Newleaf yet. The pristine bark of the tree, the winding yet untangled branches sticking in every which direction, the way the light casted across the ground. It was like this location had been built specifically to serve as a grave for the wealthy. It was repulsive.
“Of course that rotting pile of fur chose this place as his burial ground...” she snarled under her breath, glaring towards the little circle of roots in which Lionstar’s corpse had been laid to rest beneath the dirt. Foxfire had never been overly fond of many of the places within her own territory. It was quite boring, if she was honest. But this tree had been her primary place to come when she felt any sort of turmoil for most of her life. She had laid within the heights of this maple many times, and though it wasn’t ever joy or peace she gained from being here, it was still comforting...in a way. Or at least it had been.
Now, every time her fiery gaze caught sight of the old plant, all she felt was contempt. Spite, in her own mind. What had previously been the Great Maple was now just Lionstar’s Grave, which was something she was far from pleased about. Though she had been passed this place many times, she had never actually stopped to be near it until now. In truth, she didn’t know what had brought her here. No, maybe that was a iie. She knew why she was here. She had been asked to come here. But she didn’t know why she was here, or why she was here.
As if right on cue, she heard pawsteps behind her. Luckily for her, the wind happened to be moving towards her rather than away. Had it been otherwise, she may have turned. But no. It wouldn’t be anyone else except for him.
It was strange how relationships could form due to one simple event, regardless of the importance of said event. Not that they were in a relationship- far from it- but there was still something.
Driftshade had always been one of those background cats, one of the felines she didn’t interact with or really know. Not because she didn’t wish to or avoided him, but rather just because there was never a point where meeting was required or happened to occur. She had never spoken to him, but he had approached her not too long after Scorchwing had passed away. It was odd timing, awful timing actually. Looking back at it now, the timing didn’t matter in her opinion. Her father had died. Big deal. But during that time, she had been in the previously mentioned turmoil. Not because she was upset over his death, but because she had, in those days, experienced freedom for the first time. Not true freedom; that would entail her leaving Treeclan, though that was always a pretty tempting option. But freedom nonetheless. She didn’t know what to do with it, or how to handle it. And along came Driftshade.
They had been talking. Not much at first. They only interacted every once in a while at the start. They began to get put on patrols, not by choice, but neither refused. They were just required, and that was all. It wasn’t until about a season or so later that Driftshade began to speak to her more often, sometimes following her when she went on her solitary walks through the territory. A few times they had chosen to explore the area that Pumafa-......their Leader, had chosen to claim as Treeclan’s. They hadn’t bothered attempt to take or change either border, but rather push outwards away from everyone else. An interesting choice, she didn’t deny. But it was new, therefore, it needed to be checked.
Though, compared to those other times, this had been the first time that the brown tom had ever specifically asked to meet with her, in private. She was curious, but it also pissed her off. Yes, she tolerated Driftshade, and yes, he was one of the few in the clan that she was actually willing to have normal conversation with. But that didn’t mean that she actually cared about him, or even enjoyed his company. He was an irritating flea, one that always seemed to be there in the most inconvenient times. And yet she had still come. Damn her own urge to indulge in curiosity.
“Out of all places to pick, it had to be here...” the deep red she-cat growled, her head not turning away. Her fluffy tail lashed behind her, long claws digging into the wood beneath her paws. What kind of trick was this, calling her to the one place in the territory that he knew she despised. Sometimes Foxfire wondered which of the two primary toms in her life she would claw the eyes out of first: Driftshade, or Pumastar. She knew what her initial choice would be, but if one should happen first...
TAGS @bri
WORDS 1125
OOC I'm sorry its so long x.x
WORDS 1125
OOC I'm sorry its so long x.x
