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Post by Fae Magic on Dec 22, 2021 11:40:00 GMT -5
Mousepetal - 25 Moons - Mistclan
"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~MousepetalIf anyone had asked her she would have smiled and said she was perfectly fine. She was fine, she had to be. She had been taught to stand tall and proud. Not let your crown falter. She was a strong one. That had been drilled into her during her training with her former mentor Starlingcry. But she wasn't. She was not tall and proud and she was not invincible. She was hurting and she was feeling overwhelmed. She was stressed and lost in the new world that she; no they, had been forced into. It wasn't just the new lands. The new scents and sights around her. Not even the new pray that scuttled in the underbrush of the new and foreign lands that her paws traveled. It was all of it. No nothing to pinpoint her true feelings but she knew she wasn't okay even if she'd offered up a smile and a helping hand. Allowing herself to get lost in the moment of helping another just so that she no longer had to face her own thoughts and her own self doubts about the new world she was forced to walk alone. But as her paws tread the uneven ground that felt cool and foreign under her pads she was brought back to the thought that this land wasn't truly theirs. They were not from here...this wasn't their home.
As the ground went from grass and hard packed earth, leaves brushing against her sides to fresher air she realized the earth changed in it's form from something new along with a new sound she was not overly familiar with. Loose crunch squished beneath her paws and she looked down at her paws sitting one standing in scarce grass and the other pressed into sand. She looked behind her at the forest area that she had just mindlessly walked through; stupidly not even memorizing where she was coming from or going as she was not the most familiar yet even with all the patrols she'd offered to go on just for that very reason. They were all still getting used to this place. They were still pretty new to this area, after all. The scene in front of her was bare with a few dots of fallen branches or clusters of rocks at the edge of a lapping water's edge. A beach. Crayfish Beach as they'd called this place. It wasn't exactly her scene; she didn't particularly enjoy getting wet but considering that the former Rainclan merged with her clan of Nightclan she'd have to learn to deal with the water that was contained within their new territory. It was a compromise for those of Rainclan that was so used to swimming no doubt. The young warrior breathed in the salty murky air of the lake that she could see ahead of her before taking the first few steps into the uneven grounds of sand. It felt strange after the long days of hard rock and hard packed earth of the Tribe. Not entirely unwelcome though as it allowed the pads of her paws to relax a little. As she walked she could hear the birds above her and looked up as they flocked in the air before dropping to land in a large group on the ground; picking and fighting over crabs or whatnot that were in the sand that they were attempting to eat. This place itself was peaceful if not a little strange to her liking.
As she walked she relaxed her shoulders coming to the realization that she was alone and no one was watching her. She didn't need to be strong or poised as she'd been taught. So she was grateful for the slump of her shoulders and the lazy stalk as her paws dragged just a little bit in the sand. She was tired; mentally and physically she was tired. She wondered if Starclan had forsaken them altogether as she hadn't heard anything else from them from the Medicine cats since the proclamation of joining clans. She wondered if....Starlingcry was watching her right now. Okay, maybe not right now as the cloudy sky blocked her view of the sun and the wind picked up a little bit. It was no sunny side at the beach day for sure. As the grey and white feline padded along the beach she found a good spot to perch herself on a cluster of rocks. Wrapping her tail around her paws she allowed her posture to slacken and bend as she slumped and slouched her position to look down at the reflection in the water before the waves took it away seconds later. Salty dark waters...much like the dark waters that she felt her emotions drowning themselves in right now.
She felt so pitiful all over again as if she was an unwanted kit. She felt alone and uncertain of the future that it held. Much of the same emotions others around most likely felt as they adjusted to their new clanmates and new land. She'd been so busy trying to keep it together and keep others happy that faces blurred together; regardless of what people she helped she could not remember their names or faces even those of whom she grew up with. Maybe she was just delusional? She shouldn't feel such pity for herself as if she were the only one in the world feeling as she does. She was not the only one who lost someone in the quake that destroyed their peace and those who did survive lost their way of life. So, of course, she shouldn't pity herself so much. But she was validated in her own emotions because she knew Starlingcry would have said that too. She was mortal...she was allowed to feel hurt and overwhelmed. She was allowed to grieve as long as she took the time to grieve and then moved on; putting the past behind her for a brighter future but never forgetting the memories she had with those who loved and lost. Mousepetal knew that as much. But she'd missed her mentor so much. She missed home...she'd missed the life she was comfortable with.
She felt it then though; the heavy stare of eyes on her and her back straightened and hair raised as she froze in her spot a moment. Eyes on her, was another with her? Or was it a predator that she was not aware of? How stupid of her to have not been more aware of her surroundings that she'd allow someone or something creep up on her like that? Gritting her teeth Mousepetal leapt to her paws and swirled around; fur on end staring behind her with a snarl ready to tear into whatever was standing behind her. But she froze. Because it was not a predator. But more of a vaguely familiar pair of eyes and a face that mirrored her own appearance with the smokey dark and white fur set with golden yellow green orbs staring back at her. She blinked a moment looking at the larger cat with a small frown as if she was deciding on what to do as she racked her brain to try and remember where she'd seen that face before. The dawning on her face said it all as she settled her fur and relaxed a little.
"B-Badgerscar?" she asked a little hesitantly as if she was testing his name aloud to make sure it was actually him and that he was here. She hadn't had much time for the other cats of her clan since the quake and she'd been so muddle minded since then that she hadn't even realized that her old friend was still breathing; that he was still with them. Okay, perhaps that was her bad for not paying attention to the rest of her clan.
Deep in her grief and confusion she hadn't even thought of those who were still here and instead thinking of those she had known had been lost. But could she blame her? Her world was turned upside down like the trembling of the earthquake that stole their home from her.
"I-I'm sorry! I hadn't even-I mean I didn't know..." she snapped her jaws shut with a clink staring at him a moment before she jumped down from her perch and cautiously padded closer as if she feared he'd withdraw or not even remember her. How silly of her. Even after all of this she still often acted like an unsure little thing despite her experience.
"It's good to see you're still around...Badgerscar." she save a little smile and stood there awkwardly.
Once upon a time two cats had met through the woods; mirror images of each other and those of one mind; they had become such good friends with good conversations; with a tingle of something more in the air between them that could have once been something special. But did the changes of the earth's punishment and their exile from their lands change the cats around them including themselves? Would they still have that same spark that they once had when they were younger and carefree in their own lands?
Word Count: #1557 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: Long post! Hopefully this will give you some muse to work with! Sort of set it like a scene from a movie lol
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Post by Gemini on Apr 1, 2022 17:09:46 GMT -5
WORDS: 1304 | TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal | NOTES: Sorry it took so long for a reply, but here it is!
Two intoxicating viridescent visionaries peered into the distance, averting from side to side as he trudged out of the new coming campsite, shoulders slugging with the weight of his gargantuan physique. Considering they had been taken from their previous environments, in which they were formally adapted. Now, it was another adaption they had to make in this new location, and it was as if some of the clans would have to get used to hunting new creatures that they hadn't before. It wasn't as if any of them had a choice either, being forced into anew. Swallowing thickly, Badgerscar gazed forward, sauntering aimlessly outside campgrounds. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this with a merely absent mind, as he'd seen it as an unfortunate jumbled, and chaotic mess. He was bewildered, not in the slightest astonished by the surroundings amidst himself, a scowl crossing his countenance in vexation. All the overwhelming emotions and thoughts flooding his crania were unwanted, as he wished he could just accept this change.
Badgerscar wondered how many were just able to accept and ease into this adaption, bearing open arms for such a significant shift. With all this going on, he began to ponder about his newfound friend, Mousepetal. A soft smile tugged at the edges of his maw, curling upright as a soft chuckle escaped his mouth shortly after, "I wonder how she's doing; I hope she's alright." He mumbled to himself. The behemoth glimpsed toward the troposphere, which appeared clouded and fogged, much like his current mindset. Badgerscar had been relieved that Mousepetal had stayed within, choosing MistClan, when NightClan was no longer in existence. From the Clans going from five to three was utterly perplexing, as he'd see some cats he'd never met before, and it was all so strange and nervewracking to him. Could he even trust the newer cats? There were always feuds between the clans, whether over boundaries or pitiful quarrels. He definitely preferred peace between everyone, as he believed they should be able to solve problems with little to no conflict involved. Communication was crucial to the warrior, no matter the situation before him.
Suddenly, a feeling of dismay washed over him, pupils constricting as he recalled the moment he'd met her. Badgerscar sought reassurance from her, hoping she was okay after the environmental disaster. Their deep conversation was something he'd never been able to hold before with anyone else. They always had good conversations. Not only that, but this recall evoked more memories of that first day they spoke to one another, observing that she'd hadn't been as strong on the outside as she was poised to be. Deep down, Mousepetal had a gentle aura, which he could feel radiating from her within the damsel's presence. Badgerscar never felt genuinely safe in front of anyone but her, as it was a peculiar yet reviving feeling when he spoke to her. Badgerscar initially hadn't understood these feelings, as they've never transpired before. Maybe that's because he never had a true friend. He desired to have more of these conversations, as it was pleasant being around such a kind soul like Mousepetal.
Most words travel in one ear and the other when conversing with other felines within the clan, though not intentionally. Badgerscar couldn't indulge himself quite as quickly as he does with Mousepetal. Asunder of the place they once knew, Badgerscar had a feeling everything would eventually piece back together. Perhaps, this was more of a blessing than anyone might've thought. However, at the moment, this was a curse, at least, to him. Little did Badgerscar realize he was headed in Mousepetal's direction. His intuition has destined they'd speak today, possibly about how they were feeling about all this, or feasibly another conversation would spark. Whatever it would turn out would be decided upon when they'd see one another. Before he knew it, the tomcat had felt an unusual substance beneath his toes, furrowing his nonexistent brows. This outlandish feeling had been somewhat close to how gravel was.
Badgerscar dubiously shifted his gaze downward, "Oh, so this is the material called sand," He murmured, narrowing his vibrant and distinct luminaries. The sand was simply weathered material from inland rocks and grounded seashells from the Ocean's current. Diverting his visage from the sand out toward the vast Ocean, he found himself staring between the horizon line and ocean line, where the two met. Badgerscar was inquisitive about how it looked during the sunrise and sunset, finding both sceneries beauteous and one to each own. As for swimming, RainClanners would significantly handle the water's current better than a NightClanner could. Badgerscar wasn't the best swimmer, nor was he the worst, as his skill was relatively neutralized. Though, he'd probably need to work on honing those skills to swim in the more vicious waters of the Ocean.
Badgerscar comprehended limited knowledge of the Ocean, and its life within, as he was accommodated with the land he once knew before, the familiar one he was comfortable with. The dangers of Mother Earth could be minimal to severe when to the point. They'd experienced the horrifying quake, as many lives were lost, and he'd even lost a family member. Blackstag, who basically disappeared in Badgerscar's eyes. Some things went into nothingness and shifted into what he'd never known could happen before. It was an experience he'd never forget, as trepidation was constantly at state during the whole occurrence. Again, he altered his visionaries toward a light silhouette that appeared familiar. The aroma struck his nostrils, reminding Badgerscar of a friend he'd just wondered about. Mousepetal. He watched as the mademoiselle whipped around, prepared to attack if necessary. He inhaled slowly, ogling the opposing feline, ensuring he'd stood correctly. He had to of been correct; the scent, the silhouette... It was Mousepetal. Those pair of umber oculars pieced everything concurrently. Upon hearing his name inquisitively, his ears perked up, visage dilating, "That would be me." He stated clearly, ultimately relieved that she didn't lose her life to the Earthquake.
Instantaneously, Badgerscar ambled toward her with his broad, sluggish trudge, "It's so nice to see you, Mousepetal," He admitted, feeling as though he'd never shown so much emotion towards anyone other than her. What was it about Mousepetal that allowed him to feel so free with her? He wondered but wouldn't question it too much to prevent unwanted thoughts and emotions. However, upon her vocalizations and cumbersome stance, he paused in his paw steps, tilting his head slightly. Suddenly, he sparked a conversation, ready to dive deep into the depths, "How do you feel about all this? This change...?" He inquired, a crooked frown plastering amongst his mandibles. Something about Mousepetal just wasn't settling right with him; she seemed very off. Not in a wrong way, but in a worrisome way for the tomcat to grasp. He pushed on with a few more words with a deep breath, "Remember when I told you that you could always talk to me? Don't forget. I'm here to listen." Badgerscar followed shortly after his initial inquiry.
"I know you've got a lot on your mind, I can tell," Badgerscar stated with a soft shrug, taking another few steps toward her, closing the gap. He didn't want to get too close, as the last thing he wanted to do right now was overwhelm his old friend. He offered a diminutive smile to reassure her, "Of course, I understand if you don't want to talk about it." Badgerscar was predominantly alleviated when Mousepetal said his name, meaning she had to remember him. She probably didn't think about him as much as he had thought about her. This may have been because Mousepetal was the only friend he'd ever made, and the lone warrior who spoke to him was his former mentor, Redoak.
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Post by Fae Magic on Apr 5, 2022 16:27:29 GMT -5
[googlefont="Indie Flower"][googlefont="Nunito"] MOUSEPETAL
He was just as she had remembered him to be. Had it really been that long ago that they'd laid eyes on each other let alone spoken a single word? They used to talk to each other during walks; about everything and anything under the sun. A way to vent and to grow closer to each other. They were of one mind so perhaps it was why the smaller of the warriors felt so guilty looking at him. Mousepetal hadn't even thought to seek him out in the chaos that ensued and for that, she knew she should probably apologize. The connection they had wasn't just as simple as an ordinary friendship would. He deserved better than silence from her but she didn't know where to start. Should she apologize for not looking for him? Should she start off with a light-hearted joke to break the ice? Or perhaps, she needs to dive straight into what she really wanted to talk about; well more like she needed to talk about even if she didn't want to utter those words. She had settled for just saying hello to him as if she hadn't seen him in ages. As a meek mouse she used to be; how embarrassing. But he took it in stride. Even if he seemed a little awkward at first. His larger frame comes closer to her location and stops in front of her. She was glad to see that at least he had not forgotten her completely; that made a small smile grace her features as she wrapped her tail around her paws hiding the fact that her claws were nervously digging into the crunchy soil of sand on the beach.
"I-It's good to see you too Badgerscar...I should have sought you out sooner once we got settled into our lands...I'm sorry about that." she said softly looking down at her paws not wanting to meet his gaze in case perhaps he was a little disappointed.
Mousepetal did consider Badgerscar one of the closest people she had within the clan; as her ventures had not gained many allies that she could trust just yet. But she hadn't tried too hard. Too busy with helping the clan rebuild and settled into a sort of a routine. With her mentor gone, she felt a little lost and did not have the strong support at her back as she once had; perhaps that is why her shoulders seemed to slump a little more now than they had before the quake. So much has happened in such a short time for them all that all the emotions were hard to sift through and break down. So when the larger scarred warrior spoke up posing a question to her she dreaded to hear she felt herself freeze a little and stare at the sand at her paws. What did she think of everything that was going on? What an innocent question; it was a rather loaded one too. It took her a moment to stare blankly at the sand in front of her paws before she finally snapped from her thoughts realizing that she needed to give him an answer. Her amber gaze met his. It was a familiar sight; all those memories of them talking about everything they felt and being the comfort they seemed to need without having to say it. It made her want to spill it all until she crumbled but she knew she shouldn't. Clearing her throat she averted her gaze to the water that roared in her ears as it crashed against the shore and rocks; much louder then it should be but it at least drowned out the fast beating of her heart and the sound of blood rushing into her ears.
"I know...I remember." she said softly as she looked anywhere but him. She wasn't ready for this conversation but when it came to Badgerscar she couldn't just lie to him and say she was fine. She needed to speak about it and knew if she were to spill her heart then it had to be to him because no one else understood her. Not as much as Badgerscar had and hoped still did.
She hung her head a moment taking a breath as if to calm herself. "I lost her." she said softly "I know a lot of cats all across the clans have had some sort of loss whether it was their home or a loved one...I was one of the many faces who had something to lose during the Earthquake." she began; her eyes trained on the rough sand between their paws realizing he'd drown closer to her. Oh look, there was a shell buried in the sand. How interesting.
"My former mentor Starlingcry. She was everything I had back home. The first one who me a chance and understood me and my situation. Despite both of our upbringings, she was not as cold and rough as most Nightclan cats had been, and although she was strict with me. She was one of those types that understood and knew when a gentle push was needed without cruel words. She was the reason I got my confidence. You could say she filled in the role as a mother would...a very different mother than what I grew up with." she finally raised her head to look at the larger warrior with a frown tugging at her maw and her brows furrowed.
This was not the sole reason for her distress, of course. But it was one of the issues that plagued her. She had trouble sleeping since the earthquake and was told of those who had perished. There were quite a few who had perished in all of the clans and the feeling was overweighing on her. Not only that but the situation of the clan combining worried her; the most compatible of the clans merged while Lighteningclan took a stance on their own. She worried the combination of ethics between the clans would come to strife during Leaf-Bare. She worried they were not ready and she did not feel comfortable with a clan she was not familiar with. Gatherings were one thing but she barely got to know anyone during them when she was younger and now she must learn to live with others. Strangers who lost something like herself.
"I do not feel...a part of the clans anymore. I busy myself helping where I can to get my mind off the fact that most of the faces that I see I do not even know. It...makes it hard to sleep sometimes knowing strangers are mere feet away from me. It does not mean that I cannot learn to trust them. This is permanent of course so down the road I know we will get along fine once we communicate but..." she struggled to find words as she turned to look back at the waters. "I am having a hard time coming to feel as this place is home now. I feel lost." she said softly staring at the horizon.
She was glad that he had come by chance to find her; it was good to let her worries out. But she knew that he must have lost someone too. She wondered how he had endured things, he did not seem outwardly worried about the situation but much like herself perhaps he worked too much to the point of exhaustion just to be able to avoid confrontation of the situation and speaking to others more than needed. Her gaze tried to scan his face to see how he was taking her words and wondered if anything triggered something in him too. Tilting her head studying him she took her turn to ask him a question.
"I'm not the only one that lost someone am I? What about you...How have you been holding up with everything?" she questioned in a worried tone.
"This is Mouse speaking." And this is Mouse thinking.
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Post by Gemini on Apr 10, 2022 19:29:16 GMT -5
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The behemoth bachelor hadn't even anticipated running into the other feline, as he desired to flee, broadly like she appeared to be doing. Badgerscar unintentionally disregarded articulating to the contrasting warrior, as the two connected more than he'd ever enclosed with anyone else. Feeling perplexed that the two didn't speak much during the disaster, he inquired why. However, he wouldn't contest Mousepetal, retaining the possibly encumbering inquiry to himself. The achromatic and alabaster tomcat observed the damsel, imploring he hadn't conveyed false directives. Badgerscar inquisitively goggled in Mousepetal's direction regarding his statements; she appeared as if she was dreading those words. However, he oppugned the stillness between them; Badgerscar brought a degree back within the chasms of his cranial, reminding himself that none of this was their fault. The last thing Badgerscar wanted to do was make the circumstances discomfiting or overwhelming melancholic. He should've considered that before communicating, as it was unduly belated to divert back now. Upon her response to the first words emitted, Badgerscar swallowed thickly, attempting to engulf the lump developing in his trachea. Badgerscar jerked his crania, "No need to apologize, Mousepetal," A delicate frown plucked at the borders of his mandible as he inclined his crown, "Friendships go both ways. I could've sought you out."
Badgerscar believed reassurance was important, especially to those who requested it—feeling as though it was the appropriate option in the existing circumstances. His pair of lusciously verdant visionaries scrutinized the mademoiselle, identifying that something much more profound than the Earthquake was plummeting into her mind. Did she lose an individual too? Badgerscar didn't maintain the most immediate relation with Blackstag but relished the tom's drudgeries to assist Badgerscar in his apprenticeship days. Badgerscar understood these queries were merely bottomless but hadn't anticipated such an apprehensive reaction from Mousepetal, authorizing him to acknowledge the Earthquake wasn't the sole reason for her silence and sluggishness. Awaiting her response patiently, he was lost in the reverberating sounds of the ocean's surges colliding into the beachfront. Glimpsing toward the direction of sounds, he exhaled sheepishly. Despite the leaf-bare weather, he felt an unperturbed warmth from the grains upon the primrose sand, the hue as gentle on the visage as a vintage portrayal. The stars illuminated as if they preserved a satchel of the daylight to radiate through the twilight atmosphere. Badgerscar found the sea had an intense aroma, breathing deeply of the ocean harbored ambiance and listening to waves' percussion.
Hearing Mousepetal's statement, his oracles softened, perceiving arising tension in the aura. She lost who? The warrior's visionaries glistened in sorrow, astonished by his own response. Minimal empathy was displayed when it came to Badgerscar. He didn't even apprehend accentuating with others due to his asocial demeanor. Badgerscar didn't dare interrupt his cherished friend's exposition, as she had lost someone. Badgerscar wasn't entirely appalled but was anguished to hear that she'd lost someone herself. He was conscious that his following periodic words would revise nothing utterly; he said, "I'm so sorry to hear that, Mousepetal, truly." His grimace reoccurred amongst his countenance, crania slouching between his shoulders, gaze dwindled to the sand underneath his foundations. The tomcat desired to do more for her, but the most he could do was support Mousepetal. "Someone once told me that cherishing your memories will eventually make you smile rather than frown. She's always with you, monitoring you. you just need to believe it." The immense warrior clarified. Baderscar wasn't very significant in these situations, considering this was his first time. At this instant, he acknowledged plenty of inaccurate and proper responses, having an ill feeling that it wasn't marvelous.
Badgerscar comprehended how wonderful Starlingcry was toward Mousepetal, reminiscing the anecdotes he'd heard about her during their conversations. The two were definitely consolidated, extensively like mother and daughter. As Mousepetal mentioned, Starlingcry was the mother she never harbored. The sire's emotions churned, knowing such a kind damsel couldn't be replaced. No one could ever be replaced. Every individual was to each own. However, there wasn't a suspicion in Badgerscar's mind that Starlingcry was deemed a blessing in Mousepetal's life. Badgerscar blundered to feel in position with the combination of clans, seen additionally as an outcast than previously. Hearing that Mousepetal had similar emotions made Badgerscar more welcome to share his thoughts. "I never expected any of this," Badgerscar began, "I feel the same way, Mousepetal. Life is more strange. To accommodate these mere strangers, we must depend on cats from another clan to survive. It's not easy. It feels as though it'll never be effortless." The darkly grey and white bachelor gazed into his friend's umber luminaries, "I understand why you'd feel lost. I do myself; perhaps a lot of us do." Badgerscar was alleviated that he was conversing with the opposing warrior, finally catching up, despite the slight tension in the conversation. It wasn't that they were tense; the words being spoken fogged the atmosphere with apprehension and despair.
Badgerscar wasn't expecting the conversation to shift in his direction. What about him? The herculean tom blinked momentarily, his visionaries avoiding Mousepetal's now. He wasn't the best when talking about himself, "Blackstag essentially disappeared. I'm not sure where he is." The behemoth admitted with a sheepish chuckle, "Unfortunately, I'm not sure how I'm feeling about that. He hurt me, but he also created who I am today." His virescent oculars eventually averted back to Mousepetal's appealing umber visage. "Other than feeling similarly to how you are, I would say I'm holding up alright. I missed talking to you; I sincerely apologize if that's abnormal to say." For a moment, Badgerscar expressed embarrassment, blood rushing to the tips of his ears as they pinned back against his crania. Badgerscar couldn't recall immediate happiness, as any emotions were refreshed when he found himself with Mousepetal. Badgerscar was truthfully vibrant and competent to demonstrate who he frankly is. Happiness is an absence of all negative emotions and the presence of any positive ones; that's why delight comes in multiple beautiful flavors. The world can be miserable and empty; all are intelligent adequately to comprehend that while the lure looks like happiness, it is a terrible imposter from greed, fear, vanity, sloth, and selfishness. He sensed this happiness within him, though he was again unsure of how to feel since it's been a terribly long time since he's had this feeling.
Anything done for pure and positive motivation could fill anyone with happiness and begin healing, painful though that process can be. It's like waking from a nightmare to find oneself covered in bruises and raked by fatal grapnels. Yet from this emptying of the negative, listening to the yearning of your soul to love and nurture, tranquility comes, bliss comes, and laughter comes following shortly after. He overthought what others would think of a less composed Badgerscar. One that allowed himself to be set free. The sire might be able to make more friends if he'd just chatter with others. He was set on his only friend, though, afraid that no one could compare. She was kind to him. Nothing could surpass that. Abruptly, Badgerscar spoke, "Thank you for being my friend, for being so generous. Most stay away from me, and I'm not sure why. Am I scary?" He questioned, attempting to lighten the mood with a bashful chuckle upon his inquiry. It was meant to be lighthearted.
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Post by Fae Magic on Apr 20, 2022 11:59:32 GMT -5
[googlefont="Indie Flower"][googlefont="Nunito"] MOUSEPETAL He was understanding in the same quiet observant way he always seemed to have about him. It was a relief to know that her old friend had not changed much since they had parted ways unexpectedly. She feared that perhaps the longer she stayed away the more the world changed the both of them. It was not that Mousepetal craved just their friendship as she had every means to make others but it would not have been the same and as of recently she did not have the mental energy to try and form a new bond with another. This was why she was so relieved to find that Badgerscar had not abandoned hope in their bond. She could understand things being so out of whack that neither of them had thought to reach out; because frankly, he was right. A friendship goes both ways and even if she had not reached out he could have but she did not fault him for that. Too much had happened for anything normal to continue the way it had been previously. Everyone seemed to be finding their footing right now.
When she finally had the courage to utter the words running through her head about what bothered her she could find a small ray of relief that he did not seem to brush off her concerns or pain but instead tried to understand. His words of wisdom in hopes to lighten her burden were appreciated. She had thought the same thing before but her mind could simply not wrap around them to secure it. She understood lives lived held many a memory that one could either choose to forget or cherish but it did not hide the pain of loss. It was harder to embrace the pain of loss than to simply grieve and set it aside to cherish the memory of a lost soul. She knew he understood that but she also knew she could not grieve forever; if she did she would never look towards the future. She hated to think what kind of warrior she'd become if that were to ever happen. That is why she was grateful that Badgerscar did not press the issue while knowing that she was the only one who held the power to be able to get over the loss.
"I know. I'd like to think she would be proud of me." she gave a small laugh that did not really reach her eyes as the golden orbs to the sky above them. "I don't like the fact that she left. I don't believe she knew how much her presence actually meant to me. As we did not often talk about our feelings as openly as you and I. But I'd like to think she cared for me a lot as I did for her. She worked her way up to becoming an amazing warrior and she left being a hero too. I refuse to think otherwise. I just hope someday we will see each other again when it comes to my end." she murmured watching the twinkling stars above.
Taking a breath to regain her composure and to allow the stress of the burden on her shoulders to ease off of her after her words she turned her attention to the larger warrior. Needing more than wanting to hear his side of the story. She missed him more than she'd ever dare let the big warrior ever know. Her ears perked up a little bit as he began to speak; her gaze turning to study him as he spoke to see how he was feeling beyond his words. He was right about one thing though; everyone seemed a little off put a little bit in some shape or form due to the merge and new living conditions. But if there is one thing Mousepetal knew was that eventually everything would settle; nothing was set in stone until people realized that this was their life and got used to it. Regardless of how much they all missed their former friends and family...how much they missed their old life that part of their journey just wasn't meant to be recovered but instead it needed to be rebuilt from the ground up in hopes for a stronger future. The news about the Blackstags disappearance came with an almost sense of relief because frankly if she were to be truthful she did not care for the warrior; not when she was a apprentice and not when she was a warrior. Not many were fond of the brute even when he was alive. Was he dead or just vanished to live as a rogue she wondered. Whether be the case she was glad for his presence gone from the clan; they did not need his negativity and toxic presence in their new life. But did her friend feel the same about his family member? She forced a small smile on her face and gave a little shrug as she half-heartedly tried to comfort him about Blackstag's disappearance.
"I'm sure if he still lives he'll either show up or just lives his best life wherever he is at. Frankly speaking Badgerscar...It's best that he not be here. He was always so traditional and set in his ways of old. If he knew what was going on he would have risen absolutely terror on everyone about the merge and new lands." she said thinking about it.
But the last part of his statement about the former warrior tickled at her fur a little bit and it was clear on her face she did not appreciate that statement regarding his past. She couldn't hide the look of distain on her face even if she tried. "You maybe right about the first part Badgerscar. He had a paw in making you the cat you are. But he is part of the past just like our home is. But that doesn't mean his influence should continue to have it's hold on you to be your future self." she stated a little too bitterly.
To think Blackstag still having a hold over her friend's mind that gives him sway to the way he acts and thinks about himself made her sick. It was no surprise or secret her distain for the other. The things he had done and said to not only her but countless others within the former Nightclan would have made the members of their clan roll in their graves. The tone of topic changed quickly though as his next words drew her from the dark past and made her amber orbs swiftly turn to the other in surprise. A small smile graced her features slowly as the words registered in her mind. He was glad he'd found her; glad that he'd missed her. That bit made her smile a little wider.
"Good. I'd feel insulted if didn't miss me." she teased with a new twinkle of light in her gaze. The dark mood dropping completely. The talk of death and the past lightening to something a little more light hearted and easily distracted from their brooding.
As they sat by each other looking at the scenery Mousepetal felt a little more at peace than she had been in a very long time; that much was evident by her posture that had relaxed from it's stiff and slouched inward state it had been prior. There was a light about her face that showed that she was a lot happier now than she had been when she first came out here. Still, not even realizing why she'd come out here. She wasn't too fond of water to begin with. Their compatible silence that was only interrupted by the crashing sounds of water against sandshore was a nice lulling sound. But that too was broken by Badgerscar's sincere words of gratitude. His words made a laugh erupt from her before she should stifle it as she shook her head looking down at her paws trying not to show her face so that she didn't laugh harder by looking at him.
"You have nothing to thank me for. You don't have anything to say sorry for either. There is something to be said about two people who find each other time and time again. No matter what situations they may find themselves in or how far apart they may become- They come back to each other." she said as her laughter finally died out.
Gazing up at him she gave him a gentle smile and her tail reached out to lightly tap his shoulder. "Those are the people who have a little something called fate on their side. They make detours in life but they are never lost." she finished looking at the view in front of them gazing at the water and the white frothy bubbles at it rushed to the edge of the water's edge taking with it grains of sand.
Amongst the sand particles bits of shell and rock traveled along with the water and a flash of color grasped her attention making her suddenly jump down from her perch into the water as it rushed up to lap at her legs and threatened to drag her back with it. She scrambled with her paws in the water a moment as if she was trying to catch something before throwing her head up from the water's spray with a victorious grin on her face. Between her teeth she felt something as she dragged herself from the water's grip; looking like a half drowned rat in the process making her look so much tinier then Badgerscar more than she already was. Sidling up to him she dropped what she held in her fangs into the sand between them revealing a cyan colored stone. It was not a precious stone, nor was it a shiny gem that was priceless. It looked like a smooth pebble in the color of a grayish blue tone but it caught her eye amongst the waves. Grinning up at Badgerscar she tipped her head as she said.
"See what did I tell you? That's the color of fate!"
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Post by Gemini on Apr 23, 2022 19:21:11 GMT -5
WORDS: 1,583 | TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal | NOTES: --;- The herculean and monumental caliginous and alabaster sire was beyond alleviated upon this conversation, as he could communicate freely with the contrasting warrior. Enveloped by Mousepetal's aura, Badgerscar authorized himself to be who he was, deep down, outside of the deception he'd position for everyone else. No one else had witnessed the warrior's empathy or insight of caring for others. Mousepetal was the sole feline he had cared for, as numerous detoured articulating to him. Was it because of the time he spent around Blackstag? There were always questions obstructing the tom's mentality from ascending forward with life. Blackstag's occurrence appeared to shroud Badgerscar's sanity more often than not. All the disfavored reflections deemed to embed back to Blackstag, in conclusion. The tomcat didn't accuse Blackstag of these introspections, as he should be able to surpass them on his own. The humongous atramentous bachelor vanished, deceased for what Badgerscar acknowledged. He discerned that if he somehow was alive; he'd eventually traverse back into the clan. However, it was frequently challenging for Badgerscar to bypass and proceed forth regarding the behemoth and unappealing scars entrenched into his sternum. The tomcat wasn't always the best with his words, considering the only time he cherished conversations was with Mousepetal, one of the sole felines he's sincerely conveyed his emotions.
The opaque achromatic and pallid sire was asocial purely by his choice, in finalization, since he could've approached others on his own. Though, it invariably oppugned him with every side-eyed scrutiny he unintentionally achieved. Badgerscar consistently notified himself that it was due to his gargantuan dimensions or that he consumed time around Blackstag for the majority of his apprenticeship. Badgerscar could sense that Mousepetal was struggling immensely over the death of her mentor, which was completely understandable in his visage. However, he'd loathe witnessing the delicate mademoiselle lamenting the circumstances perpetually. With duration, he implored StarClan that she'd overcome this and envisioned the adequate for what she was capable of experiencing in the period she'd spent with Starlingcry. Hearing Mousepetal's subsequent words, his heart sunk slightly to the bottom of his solar plexus. "I do not doubt that she's proud of you, Mousepetal," Badgerscar commented, his visionaries softening as he gazed into Mousepetal's hazel optics. "With the things you've told me, I believe that you both cared for one another mutually, and she's always going to look after you. You're an outstanding warrior yourself and will demonstrate to be more than just that." He endeavored to console her furthermore, sufficiently to his abilities.
Badgerscar momentarily diverted his crania upright, glimpsing toward the troposphere and overhead. Nights of most prosperous blues became the most undiluted ebony hug StarClan's visage so sweetly, the ones that illuminate so brilliantly. Stars embedded into the atramentous and inky twilight brought magnificence to one another, as only complementary opposites ever can. With nightfall, the cerulean murk of daylight lifted to unveil the stars. The sire wondered how they could feel more connected to those far away stars, who were fallen warriors from the stories elders told, perhaps perceiving the fragility of Earth all the more. To him, the night was when the curtain was hauled back when he got to see out of the window descendants anoint as Silverpelt. Stars shone as sugar spilled over jet marble, shimmering in the sun. The night's atmosphere was such a welcoming sight, emerging like enchantment at every sundown, vowing to return as she withered in Sunhigh's first luster. There were periods in the daytime, beneath skies of cerulean, Badgerscar would think of those faraway warriors and how they'd return after the shadows blended into the dark. Caught in the moment, he pondered how the future's outcome and the rebuilding of the clans. Typically, he was relatively pessimistic but searched for optimistic development.
With the mentioning of Blackstag, he scrutinized Mousepetal's countenance, noticing the damsel's physique tense and pivot with a slightly distasteful remark pursuing after. Badgerscar wanted to push his past behind him and chortle, but he tautened up at her observations. He comprehended that the molly attempted to reassure him, but it was contesting when Blackstag was undoubtedly an unmistakable brute. He couldn't condemn her for her retort, especially when Blackstag technically ridiculed the opposing warrior. He despised his brother for hurting Mousepetal. "Yes, you are correct," Badgerscar swallowed the thick lump developing in his trachea, "I apologize for his behavior toward you and everyone else, and I know I shouldn't have to say sorry for his demeanor, but I feel horrible cause he was technically my family." Badgerscar inhaled sharply, followed by an exhale through his nasal passages. A frigid breeze came coursing through, transmitting his velutinous pelage to the zephyr in the direction. With the gust of wind, it had exposed most of his scars, especially the predominant one given to him by Blackstag, speaking of the devil.
Mousepetal's next few articulations pierced through the bachelor like fatally sharp talons lacerating the flesh, causing blood to pool and percolate through the fur. Badgerscar developed more consciousness of how Blackstag protruded his past and thoughts almost daily, aided by Mousepetal. "Likewise, you're correct," Badgerscar's unwavering gaze lowered to his gigantic paws, sinking more into the granular material underneath them. "I'm trying to be better, for myself and others...I would say you've helped me a lot through the conversations we've had." Badgerscar returned his gaze to Mousepetal; by others, he primarily meant Mousepetal since she was practically the lone individual who voluntarily conversed with him. Badgerscar was anguished to transcend these disfavored thoughts and sentiments that overwhelmed him due to his history. The tomcat wished to be less uptight and more himself. Badgerscar had such a warming, welcoming, endearing soul, fastened by barbed vines around his shattered mentality. Badgerscar's clouded mind quickly deviated when the molly standing before him mentioned that she'd felt insulted if the bachelor didn't miss her. The melancholic mood completely dissipated, a smile creeping on Badgerscar's facade as his visage extended to meet Mousepetal's. It amazed Badgerscar how quickly Mousepetal's essence could lighten the perspective with limited words.
The darkly pigmented tomcat smiled warmly, glimpsing into Mousepetal's visionaries, where he briskly got lost. Her visage was the smoothest umber merely infused with a green hue as if she held the reinvigorated spring growth inside. They were the forestry terrain and the delicate blossoms, somewhere to unwind and respire. That's how it felt with her; he could breathe. There weren't any brief moments where he had to retain his breath. Mousepetal's opticals weren't like the wet bark on the oaks but more of the satiny brown spirals that gave away the era of the few they felled. Conjoined with the gentleness of her attributes, possessing an achromatic and velvety white pelt, and in his vision, she could soothe anyone. It was a skill that came to be more treasured than any other—nothing anyone might envy more than being around a natural-born nurturing soul. "Well, if you mean that about us, I'm glad it was you, and no matter what, I'm thankful for that." He stated rather confidently. It was abnormal for such confidence out of Badgerscar, expressing with his chest for once. "I'm happy about the day we talked for the first time, I know I wasn't the friendliest at first, but now I could talk to you for hours; it must've been fate from the moment we spoke." Badgerscar felt wonderful to experience these positive emotions, such as bliss and compassion, or even that he could communicate freely without a second thought.
The weight on his shoulders was consistently lifted every time the two spoke. It was a wholesome feeling he never experienced until the grey and white molly came around, concluding realizations he needed to be more conscious about. Badgerscar admired Mousepetal, observing as the she-cat plunged half of her embodiment into the water. An array of chuckles escaped Badgerscar's mandibles when the damsel resurfaced and appeared with a cyan-colored stone. It was well-rounded, tumbled by the ocean itself. He couldn't help but smile cheekily at Mousepetal's toothy grin before she slipped the rock in front of his foundations. It was humorous witnessing Mousepetal was even more diminutive with drenched fur. However, concern washed over the behemoth as it was moderately chilly, and the dampness could make that even worse for Mousepetal. "The stone is gorgeous, I see now," His smile softened as he inched closer to Mousepetal, pressing his pelage against her soaked pelt, "You've got to be cold..." He uttered, abruptly flustered by his actions. He should've offered warmth, but it felt right to settle next to her flank and provide it for her. His herculean physique radiated plenty of heat, especially regarded his dense, velutinous pelage.
"Did you forget it's leafbare?" He inquired teasingly, similar to the way she'd mentioned earlier in their conversation. "I-I don't want you to f-freeze, but I-I will move if you wish." At the end of his statement, a few stutters staggered out, fretting that he'd made the erroneous move by attempting to maintain her body temperature. Sure, they were cats and had fur, but it would be more problematic to dry at nighttime and in the frigid weather. Badgerscar felt slightly embarrassed, hoping he didn't make Mousepetal uncomfortable, considering that was the last thing he wanted to do. Then again, Badgerscar hadn't typically provided warmth for anyone but himself, so this was again a new feeling he wasn't prepared for. Sharing warmth with another was palliative, significantly after their brooding conversation.
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Post by Fae Magic on Jun 2, 2022 19:54:11 GMT -5
[googlefont="Indie Flower"][googlefont="Nunito"] MOUSEPETAL She did not seem to care that she was wet and cold. She was more excited to see Badgerscar's reaction. She did not know what it was about this tom who usually did not have lots of words to say and seemed unapproachable to everyone else. Perhaps, it was the classic 'don't judge a book by its cover' sort of thing, or what was the other one? 'People are more than they seem?' something like that. But, he was kind to her. Good to her in a way not many were not that the small female had much experience. She had grown up with many who treated her with scorn and others like Roachflight downright dirty sometimes but as she grew up she realized that her worth was more than just how people treated her. People would often argue that they treat others how they themselves see in them but really in Mousepetal's mind it didn't matter the looks or the opinion of others. She was happy to know that her worth was beyond her past. She looked down at the stone in between them in the wet sand wondering if this was the start of something new; she could feel the shift in the air around them. Blinking in a little shyer as she realized he was staring the words that came out of his mouth startled her a little bit but at the same time, it seemed to warm her fur a little bit at the appreciation he showed her. She did not see what he saw in her but perhaps it was the eye of the beholder.
Giving a little bit of a nervous laugh the small warrior shook her head looking up fondly at him as she replayed the words in her head. Why would he thank her? She had not done much in ways of needing thanks although the appreciation for her presence gave him some sort of peace. She liked being needed truthfully. "You don't have to say all that. I already know!" she teased him.
The press of his much warmer frame against her own made her jolt a little bit; not so much that his touch was unwelcome but more the fact she hadn't realized that she was indeed cold and she hadn't realized it until the warmth emitting from him clouded around her in attempt to warm her up. She laughed a little nervously and looked down shyly feeling the heat of her skin beneath her fur.
"Thanks, I didn't realize I was cold." she confessed allowing her smaller frame lean back into him It was adorable that he thought his presence or any sort of paw reach to help a friend was needing an apology.
Mousepetal knew they did not speak much about each other's feelings or utter much appreciation for their friendship. But she could not help -maybe a delusional though - think that there was something more beyond what they shared. She did not want to read into things so she tried to play it off and rolled her eyes playfully.
"Oh stop acting so shy! You act as if you are doing something wrong." she gave him a squinting look. "You aren't doing anything wrong Badgerscar. I appreciate your thoughtfulness though. Trust me, if you were doing something wrong I would have said something. I may not look like it but I don't do being walked over." She had Starlingcry to thank for that.
She punctuated her words by leaning further into him and tilting her head up to nuzzle under his chin as if trying to bury herself into his fur for warmth like a kitten would to its mother. She knew she was probably acting a little silly. But she was so tired of being so chaste. If he would open up a little bit and not act as if they were new friends instead of people who think alike. She could say he was one of those who were few on her list that she could call true friends so she did not wish for things to be awkward between them.
"I think you don't give yourself enough credit. I mean, I probably sound like a parrot repeating myself but you have every right to live the way you want and be whoever you want to be. You don't ever have to apologize for your actions. Especially with me." she tilted her head up slightly and gave him a genuine smile. "Don't ever be afraid to be yourself and never apologize for how you feel. I rather hear what is on your mind." she finally moved away from him and bent her head to begin grooming her wet white and grey fur to help try it out.
He was right. She hadn't really thought much whenever she jumped into the water. Starclan only knew Shadowchaser would kick her tail if she came to him sick again. She didn't have the time to be whole up sick in the medicine den but she could say at least that her mind was not as heavy to bear as it had been recently after her talk with Badgerscar. Perhaps it was speaking her mind, or perhaps it was simply knowing she had been heard. Regardless, she was happy that she was able to speak her thoughts and at the same time feel needed. Stretching her body a little bit to work out the stiffness she felt there she turned her attention back to the large warrior and gave a smile. "Shall we look for more rocks and shells to bring back to camp or do you wanna just head back?" her gaze turned back to the water and the shoreline.
Although it was dark and she was still pretty damp from her jump through the waves she did not wish to leave just yet and have to return back to camp. She had missed speaking and hanging out with Badgerscar and she hated the thought to end their meet-up after so long of not speaking or seeing each other.
"This is Mouse speaking." And this is Mouse thinking.
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Post by Gemini on Jul 10, 2022 12:46:14 GMT -5
WORDS: 1,000 | TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal | NOTES: might add a scrollbar lol Badgerscar's uncertainty was expressed when he wasn't sure how Mousepetal didn't acknowledge the numbness that enveloped the warriors. It was Leafbare, after all. However, shimmering green hues displayed excitement across Mousepetal's countenance, awaiting his reaction. With a moment of laughter, the shadowy bachelor almost simultaneously desired to provide warmth in the bitter season. With a drenched pelage, her skin was more exposed, likely to be bitten by the wintry ambiance and its frigid zephyr. Badgerscar barely sufficed many emotions until he'd met Mousepetal, as he isolated himself throughout his lifetime, especially after his lethal injury that he prevailed by merely a miracle. It was purely unintentional, as he felt he'd always been in others' way, although it probably wasn't accurate. The tomcat suffered from loneliness, something he expected he'd ultimately meander from, to be more forthright and jovial. The concept didn't seem too far out of reach, thanks to his cordial friend, Mousepetal. Friend. That's who she was to him, and it was a title that only Mousepetal preserved. Regardless, that term didn't emerge as appropriate as he continued to ponder additionally about it.
Mousepetal was more than just his friend, perhaps one of his closest friends. No, not even. Deep down, Badgerscar believed there was a better title than he wished he could speak up about. There were too many nerves; the chilly atmosphere lingered amidst them as it shriveled his thoughts as he concentrated on the aura. Hearing her voice shattered his thoughts, but at that instant, it was essential. He needed to hear her vocalizations, and with a small smile, he responded, "I'm honestly glad you're already aware of that." His smile shifted into a more sheepish one, crania tilting slightly as his auditories swiveled outwards. Feeling his warmness pressed against her colder flesh was decompressing, allowing him to let loose more, despite his initial embarrassment. His heat began to shroud the mademoiselle, "No need to thank me," He uttered, vocals almost inaudible due to apprehension. Her nervous laughter nearly overwhelmed him, feeling the blood increase into his cheeks, inducing them to flush. He recalled the moments they shared in their lives but not much conversation about their friendship or feelings. It was complicated for Badgerscar to convey certain topics, considering his difficulty expressing himself in general. The more he conversed with Mousepetal, the easier it became to develop growth in himself.
"It's not necessarily that it feels wrong." He swallowed the lump forming in his trachea, ears flattening slightly amongst his cranial. There were numerous things Badgerscar wanted to confer with Mousepetal, but he presumed it couldn't be addressed all at once. "I do not doubt that you'd confront something if you had a problem with it." He remarked lightheartedly, attempting to accumulate some confidence in his longing to contend his feelings. Badgerscar discovered that enclosing his feelings would only constrict him more, provoking his furs to bristle and feel accentuated. As soon as he felt Mousepetal's cheeks and facade nuzzle into his velutinous, dense pelage, his eyes widened slightly, reddening him more. He was nervous, but not in an unsettling demeanor; it was more of a reinvigorated feeling, like butterflies attempting to escape his abdomen—the fluttering of wings tickling his insides. What is this feeling? So many inquiries flooded his brain, unable to comprehend them as his mind stirred in ponder. Badgerscar wasn't sure where to start, listening closely to his dear friend's commentary. Again, friend, not a good title. Come on, I can do this. I know I can; Mousepetal would want me to tell her, and I know she wouldn't be harsh if it doesn't go as I pray to StarClan. It does.
Silence fell between the two warriors, attempting to enjoy her warming dermis while he could. He consistently wished for this closeness, and he adored the sentiment. Badgerscar hoped it wouldn't end too soon, listening as she spoke again. Emotional warmth is the light he concluded they give one another, feeling the leaps of their combined flame as a restorative bliss. There was no other feeling like this, and it was beyond powerful. Multiple individuals are born for love, to give, and to receive this innate warmth, this acuity of home that ignites their inner hearth. Her warmth was something he admired in those few moments. "You've always been gentle with me, and you're kind words. I couldn't be more appreciative of you. I am grateful to have you at my flank." Finally, the words began to flow without struggle, leaning over slightly when she departed from his chest. "And, Mousepetal, if you insist, then there is something I believe that I must confess, and of course, I would love to look for more rocks and shells with you. I feel our time together never lasts long enough." Followed by another hard swallow, Badgerscar's visage glistened in the luminosity, vibrancy in his glaucous gaze. "I think there's something more here, something I can't quite grasp because I am struggling to come to terms with my feelings...but that could be my fear of your reactions or thoughts." Taking a fleeting breath, he resumed, not permitting Mousepetal to break his confession.
"I think this fuzzy feeling is what others call; love," Badgerscar briskly diverted his gaze, too paranoid about looking in Mousepetal's direction, terrified that she didn't feel the same or that it was too soon. "I mean, I am trying to say that I'm pretty sure I love you; I don't think we're meant to be friends. I believe we're to be more. I am always disgruntled with our goodbyes, and I wish it would last longer every time. W-What do you think, Mousepetal?" It was evident that Badgerscar had zero experience with these types of things, especially anything more than a friendship. He didn't want to press on, assuming that if he persisted with more that it would all become overwhelming and too much. He didn't want to be awkward or make the circumstances awkward, leaving the confession where it stood.
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Post by Fae Magic on Jul 11, 2022 19:48:40 GMT -5
[googlefont="Indie Flower"][googlefont="Nunito"] MOUSEPETAL
If she stopped long enough to think about it Mousepetal and Badgerscar had grown up with similar expectations. Not only had they grown up with parents who were rather harsh warriors but they were expected to act and behave in the traditional manner of Nightclanners; thus shunned and otherwise bullied when they took a different stand. But this era was different. The path they were being raised for wasn't for them and she was thankful that someone could be there for them to change their course; Starclan only knows what kind of cats they would have grown up to be if their influences hadn't stepped in to change their course. They both turned out alright in her opinion. They were still really young though which meant whatever they wanted to do they had plenty of time to do so. It meant they had plenty of time to navigate whatever this was between them.
She'd like to say she did not notice the way the larger warrior would often look at her. As if she was something he couldn't quite map out but with the acceptance that she was something precious in his life. Mousepetal wasn't stupid, nor was she dense enough to ignore signs. She simply played them off as him, not fully understanding how to act around others let alone a female; mostly that was true but every once in a while when she'd glance at him from the corner of her eye she'd pretend she hadn't noticed that look of longing in his gaze that he probably didn't even realize was there. They were a certain pair that was for sure. She would not lie to herself and say she did not like his company and often wonder what it would be like if it was just...just slightly different than what it was now. Perhaps it was a bit of daydreaming or perhaps it was her inner kit trying to find something to hold onto; something to tell her that she was loved in whatever form it could be given in. She wouldn't admit that though, what she would admit to though was that she did care deeply for the male so for that very reason she did not feel embarrassed for her actions earlier. Was it so bad to deny what one was feeling in fear of rejection? She figured at this point there was nothing left to lose right?
But then he began to speak. His words were genuine, lilted with awkward nervousness as his heart began to pour out from his maw the more words he formed. At first, his words began to make her smile at the gratitude and appreciation he truly did feel for her and she wanted to add something to his words with some sort of joke or teasing jab that would deflate the strength of his words before she became a jumble of blushing mass but her words died in her throat before they could be uttered as her brain registered the rest of what he was speaking of. His presence was close despite her moving from his side which only told her that he was trying to keep her attention; trying to get her to fully register and hear what he was trying to tell her. He must confess. That phrase bounced in her skull a moment before the rest of his verbal assault registered and her frozen amber gaze fixed on the sand by their toes; a part of her was scared to look up at him and see the emotion on his face as she felt the hammering of her heart in her chest like a hummingbird inside of a cage. Come to terms with his feelings? Oh boy, it was going where she thought it was going. Oh, dear Starclan he just said he loved her. Or he thought he loved her. Mousepetal had never ever gotten a confession before and a part of her didn't know what to say or how to react but my god she needed to say something. Her name is spoken in a nervous manner and it made her finally stop staring at the ground like she wanted it to swallow her whole.
He just told her in so many words that he wanted something more from her; that he was in love with her. How was she supposed to respond to that? Did she love him? Well, she knew she did but did she love him in the way that he was referring to? Her amber gaze finally lifted to meet his and they were wide in surprise as her face kept away what she was feeling; the panic inside as she tried to form words. Her brows scrunched a bit as she tried to concentrate on what she was going to say and to anyone else and Badgerscar it probably looked like she was trying to turn him down or something but in fact instead of some elaborate words to match his confession the words that came out of her mouth would follow her to the grave.
"That's settled, I'm keeping you."
She stared at him a moment before a small smile started blooming on her face and she burst out laughing; hiding her face against his chest for a moment as she tried to compose herself to make a full sentence. "I'm sorry." she giggled pulling away as she looked up at him with a new form of shyness
"I...I'm not used to people confessing to me it sort of took me by surprise." her smile grew a bit "But I think that I would like to explore what this is between us...I agree we do have a connection that perhaps doesn't fall in the friend's category anymore." she shrugged a bit before reaching up to nudge his cheek with her nose.
"So if you'll have me I'd love to explore this new relationship with you, that is if you'd like to deal with me for the rest of your life." a teasing glint caught her eye. "Although, you could have waited to confess your feelings when I don't look like a half-drowned rat. I probably look like some charity basket case right now." she laughed at her own expense as she looked down at her fur that was still damp and wet from the water as most lay flat from her previous grooming while what she couldn't reach was looking like she got electrocuted.
Perhaps her response wasn't what he was expecting, perhaps she could have been a little more gracious about it. But it took forever for such words to come out and the relief and giddiness she felt just wouldn't allow her usual educated mannerisms to bleed through. The feelings coursing through her right now was one of happiness sure and a few butterflies as no one else had looked at her the way Badgerscar had let alone fallen for her before. So preoccupied with keeping her head low and being a good warrior as a way to prove herself she never imagined a mate to be in her future. A slight hope whenever she'd met Badgerscar and it only seemed that the spark just kept on growing until it burst into flames at last. She was happy because not only did her best friend confess but she realized that despite her inadequate words to his confession she did feel the same about him. She felt like perhaps she did have a chance of being more to someone than just another number in a clan.
Blinking up at him Mousepetal pressed her cold nose against his muzzle and gave him a cute little smile. "You sure you want to deal with me for the rest of your life big guy?" she teased "Never too late to back down. Once you agree to this there isn't any take backs mister."
"This is Mouse speaking." And this is Mouse thinking.
Mistclan Warrior Abyss WORD COUNT 1,314 | TAGS Gemini | NOTES Humorous approach
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Post by Gemini on Sept 10, 2022 20:40:12 GMT -5
WORDS: 1,121 | TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal | NOTES: hehe, I hit at least 1k! It must've been a tale that the strong bullied the vulnerable. Those individuals who can't address their stress with dignity attacked the gentle-natured. The bullied are attacked because they have self-restraint, a trait frequently only witnessed in adults-- mature beyond oneself's years, although still deemed a kit. Those taunted are often the too much or too less youngsters; they are too ingenious, too enticing, too forgiving... The things enunciated to justify the abuse are ultimately deceitful. They were excuses and no more. No individual can tell another who or what they are, for them to build themself with their own choices, as do they. Intending to be aloof, they construct themselves to be ill-tempered. The ridiculed kits were different, and that was good. To evolve into a more thoughtful soul with every option to be considerate. Every extraordinary feline that was bullied as a child was the sweetest spirit. Through sadness, it's destined to learn compassion, comprehend how others feel in pain, transform another, and make themselves more generous. It was distasteful that others must discover reasons to bully others, or none at all. Badgerscar frequently questioned it, why? What was the logical reasoning behind bullying? There was none.
The behemoth grey-blue tomcat pondered if Mousepetal had ever goggled at him as he did with her. He hadn't notably recognized how he gazed at her, as she had witnessed. Badgerscar had a feeling more than care, which was most undoubtedly what others indicated as love. Something he'd never technically imagined, other than desiring a family someday. He assumed it was called a crush because it can feel crushing when we see the response of the other or imagined replies as reflections on the deepest and most vulnerable selves. In truth, that kind of crushing is self-inflicted, as tough as that is to accept. Chances are, others harbor a crush on the other individual. After all, they have been kind because they offered hope and a sense of warmth. Sometimes, beings are starving for benevolence and adhere to any unrestrained sugar source. The best thing one can do is offer courteousness and reciprocate compassion with heart. If they fall in love too, starting a genuine relationship, real love is plausible. If not, it's great to be proud of how one managed the circumstances and acknowledge that the other they have a crush on is a friend who still cares about them. So, let it not feel like a "crush" but a "tight hug," a sense of reaffirmation from another soul.
The velutinous bachelor hadn't entirely expected to confide his feelings tonight, as he didn't thoroughly understand them. However, the feeling was evergrowing and powerful, so he could only assume it was what others defined as love. Yet again, a night under the stars, under their lovely, watchful ancestors, he presumed it was an okay time to reveal how he felt about the opposing warrior. She was an absolute blessing in his life, and he doesn't understand where he'd be without her; she's allowed him to open up and confide in her, and he treasured that about her. She proceeded with her heart, always. Badgerscar's infatuation with Mousepetal is akin to downtrodden velvet, satiny and nostalgic of the luminosity. He prayed to StarClan that this love he possessed for the mademoiselle lifted her to higher heights and that she discovered even more happiness because he cherished her beyond belief. Let it be an updraft beneath her nonexistent wings to take flight into the extensive abysm overhead. And wherever you go, whatever you do, with me or not, I'll be content that I did something good for you, that I was good for you.
The smile that crossed her maw as he had spoken was a relief, although her silence was nervewracking. Did she like him in return? Was she shocked? Is she happy to hear such? So many inquiries churned his brain, filling his physique with an unusual feeling; anxiety. It was this hurricane of thoughts, the positive and the negative analysis of the actions and words of others. He believed she was worthy of love and wonderful life, as he was. Why was the anxiety even there? He feared rejection and abandonment, as he didn't want to lose the friendship with Mousepetal, even if she hadn't harbored mutual feelings for him. It felt like forever until he received a response, visage scrutinizing the grey and white damsel with intensity, apprehension wracking his crania. Some call it bewitched, while others call it love, for there, is an emptiness in the freedom of being alone and sovereignty in being caught in that divine trance. And so when he saw the feelings of his heart in her eyes, they were finally united as one, a genuine relationship, and if that wasn't magic, then he couldn't figure out what was. Love is sweet, like fresh fruit, rather than medicinal herbs or bitter berries. Love is colorful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more like the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love, he had a "forever home," allowing the pair to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch. There was so much to learn about love.
Her words sunk in, a joyful, cheeky grin plastered amongst his countenance as his visage intensified. Joy glistened in his eyes as he allowed the few words to settle in the depths of his mind. He remained silent if she wasn't finished, authorizing the delight to shroud him with warmth. When she finished, he finally spoke. "Ah, that's wonderful, Mousepetal! I have never confessed to anyone; awaiting your answer was quite dreadful," He teased lightheartedly, vocals filled with joy, auditories flicking. "I would love to explore this new relationship with you; I honestly couldn't imagine such with anyone else; you have brought so much light into my life!" He nearly chirped with excitement, quite abnormal for the relatively aloof tomcat. "Even if you say you look like this so-called, half-drowned rat, that doesn't change your beauty, Mousepetal." His vocals softened, feeling a sudden burst of confidence due to her satisfactory response to his confession. "I would never back down from you. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Mousepetal." He closed his eyes with contentment, enjoying the feeling of her chilled nose pressed against his. "I couldn't be more delighted to be yours, just as you are mine." His smile lessened simply because he felt warm with her touch. He was happy.
no one is actually dead, until the ripples they caused in the world die away.
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