[Zuma] Father of the Bride Feb 14, 2013 23:58:20 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Feb 14, 2013 23:58:20 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell tabby she-cat felt light as a feather. She was trotting along side a large, ginger tabby tom, with eyes similar to hers. The she-cat's eyes were alight with joy as she giggled silently, her tail swishing happily as she moved. The tom at her side chuckled, shifting to butt her slightly as they walked. Brokensong stopped, lowering herself into a playful crouch, tail swishing back and forth as she pinned the tom with her gaze. The ginger cat blinked at her, his own, rather thick tail flicking with something between alarm and joy. When he spoke, his voice was a deep rumble, and the affection in it was clear. "Are you challenging your poor, old father? I'm much to old for games like that, Brokensong!" He purred. His daughter, however, did not give up. She continued with her lowered position, tail flicking rhythmically as she waited. A silent staring contest ensued, until finally, the large ginger tom dropped into an identical position.
Suddenly, they both launched themselves at one another, locking in what could almost look like a dance. They swatted playfully at each other, claws sheathed. Brokensong managed to land a solid bonk to her father's nose, and her face lit up with glee. Her father, however, was larger than she was, and soon she found herself pinned beneath him. She shook in silent laughter as she used her back paws to push at his stomach. The whole thing was a game to them, and there was never any sign of aggression in either of them. The older tom chuckled as he stepped off of his daughter, allowing her to stand once more. The pair shook out their coat, and the ginger tom stepped forward to nudge his daughter affectionately. "Come on, Brokensong. Enough games. We are supposed to be hunting, remember?" Brokensong gave a silent huff but nodded her head none the less. Her tail twitched as she lifted her nose into the air. The pair were both scenting for any sign of prey, and had anyone been around, it would have been remarkable how similar the two seemed to be. Though their coats were different, and the tom obviously much larger, there was still a similarity between them, in their build, and in their coat length.
The ginger tom turned to his daughter, his voice low. "I think I scent something over here. I'm going to go check it out. You head that way and I'll circle around to meet you, in a bit, okay?" As the tom spoke, his tail flicked, indicating the directions they were to take. The mute she-cat gave an enthusiastic nod of her head before nudging her father back, and taking off in the direction he had indicated.
Without her father's company, the she-cat's mind began to wander. She thought back to the times she had spent with that tom she'd met in StarClan's Claws. Zuma. At the thought of him, her heart gave a helpless little flutter. She found herself sighing silently, moving but not aware of her surroundings. She knew she should be hunting, and that her father would wonder why she hadn't caught anything when they met up. But... She couldn't give him and answer anyway, so why did it matter. As the beautiful torbie weaved in and out of the trees, a dull recognition lifted within her, and she began to register that she had once again ended up at StarClan's Claws. She couldn't help but wonder why her paws always seemed to take her there. With a soft smile she began to head away, intending to meet her father once more.