Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Sept 16, 2021 21:21:27 GMT -5
Graywolf
Nimble gray paws padded through the new and unknown territory that remained in the aftermath of the earthquake that destroyed the valley every clan once knew as home. Despite the chaos, the overwhelming feeling of shock and the welling of sadness that seemed to surround the warriors and like, the silky coated molly had managed to keep that grin upon her muzzle and a twinkle of mischief within her gaze.
Even now, as she playfully led the Lightningclanner away from the cohesive patrol, there was a pep in her a step and a sway of her hips while her feathered tail curled over her back in a rather relaxed fashion.
All the sights and scents were different, but underneath all the new the dilute molly could still smell the scent of prey as she lead the way. At the end of the night, it seemed like life was returning to more hospitable. Perhaps it wouldn't be too much longer before they were able to leave the stuffiness of the Tribe's cave.
Of course, that would mean that the clans would be splitting again and then the troublesome she-cat from Nightclan would no longer be able to bother toms that hailed from the other four.
They were always so amusing.
The thought caused a purr of similar emotion to rise within her chest as Graywolf glanced over a narrow shoulder to let those emerald flames flicker at Thunderheart for a heartbeat of a second before turning back to the unknown path in front of her. Each pawstep led the two rule-breakers closer to the springs that had been shimmering like a rainbow as the group had padded across the remains of Lightningclan's moors.
This area had caught her attention the second it's twinkling colors had hit the horizon earlier, and the second Graywolf had the ability, she slipped away from stiff old Cloudthroat and the rest of the mind-numbing boring brigade. Plus, it gave the feisty feline a chance to snag the tabby tomcat who also seemed to be falling asleep on his paws with all of his elder clanmate's droning about 'safety'.
She vaguely wondered if Cloudthroat could even laugh...
Pausing for just a moment, Graywolf managed to note that once they got within fox-lengths of the pools that everything seemed to have quieted down. Not many sounds or scents of prey, causing a curious sliver to run through the unpredictable molly's stomach before she flicked away the thought with a movement of a soft ear.
The water that lay still was colorful in appearance, mimicking that of the rainbows in the sky with multiple colors the deeper the hole in the middle seemed to get. Just barely, and only because of a certain glint of the sunlight, Graywolf could see steam softly billowing from the surface as if it not as inviting at they seemed.
Not that she was about to jump in, that was for those fish eating Rainclanners.
Sparkling green hues shifted to capture Thunderheart's larger frame as he paused near her with a grin upon his silver maw as he blatantly flirted with her. A familiar smirk rose to her own slender muzzle as her feathered tail swished back and forth, two could play that game and it just so happened it was the dilute molly's favorite one.
Her silky voice rumbled with a purr as Graywolf padded forwards, warm green hues never once leaving Thunderheart's face. "You aren't too bad yourself, handsome~" With ease, the dilute molly slipped beneath the younger tom's chin, letting her head, the curl of her back and finally the softness of her tail brush up against him in a rather flirtatious way.
Once again those emerald flames watched for his reaction from over a nimble shoulder, mischievous emotions dancing within the fires of her gaze before the tip of her tail once again tapped against his nose. "I figured the two of us could have a lot more fun if we weren't stuck with old Boringthroat."
A giggle broke past her throat for a moment at her own little joke before she lifted a paw to rub it against one of her soft ears. "No offense to your clanmate or whatever, but I had to get away from him." And the rest of them, though Graywolf left that part out as she rotated her paw in a faux annoyed motion before setting it back down on the ground.
"So, what to do first?" She asked with a rising light of pure trouble within her green pools as her feathered tail returned to curl over her back.
I'm Trouble, Y'all