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Post by Fawn on Aug 31, 2013 19:20:47 GMT -5
”Sure you can join me,” he mewed, nonchalant, casting his gaze over her entire form before resettling on her eyes. ”But can you hunt in your condition? Just going for a walk is much easier.” It would require her to expend less of what little energy she actually had left, Sprucefur surprised she'd even asked to go out hunting again at all. It was taking his brain a few moments to really process that she was ready and willing to spend some alone time with him free of any other busybody or friend of hers that she would likely choose to converse with over her.
Of course, he was also aware that she was mainly using him as a means to get her mind off whatever was troubling her; she didn't truly wish to go hunting with him in particular. Had any other cat walk by and stopped to speak with her, he was fairly certain she would've asked the same thing; he had not caught her eye or appealed to her nature at all.
He had simply been in the right place at the right time.
Not wishing to begrudge what little show of kindness this was, Sprucefur set about burying his squirrel, letting her digest his words and decide whether she wanted to be stubborn and hunt regardless of her fatigue or go for a walk with him throughout TreeClan's territory. Pale paws scraped and dug at the earth until he had a sizable hole, depositing the bushy-tailed rodent into the beginnings of a cache before recovering it with ease, Sprucefur noting how some of the dirt around here still had a few flakes of ash or charred tree from the fire. He'd wash it off in the sparkling brook later – or he could do it now.
Sprucefur glanced at Feathercloud. Would she notice or care if he bothered to wash the dirt off his paws? He almost smiled a little bitterly. Nope, it wouldn't matter; he was just a pale shadow of Lionstar, so he should do what shadows did best – blend into the background and not distract from those who were apparently much more worthy of attention.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 1, 2013 22:01:12 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
Ice blue eyes gazed evenly at the tom as he spoke. For a moment, Feathercloud didn't even register what he said. It had simply been sound to her ears, meaningless buzzing, just like the rest of the noises that were springing to life around them. As she watched him bury his kill, however, the pale furred tom's words seemed to ever so slowly form coherent thoughts in her head. She blinked slowly, processing what he had said to her. For a moment, the was a flare of her usual personality kicking through the smothering heaviness of her bizarre depression.
It ripped through her veins, like a fire, causing her lips to twitch slightly in the beginning of a snarl. She wanted to snap at him that she wasn't being plagued by any sort of condition, and that he should shove his tail in his mouth for saying such a stupid thing. When nothing came out of her maw, however, the silver feline gave up. With a heavy sigh, she sagged slightly, her muscles reminding her just how tired they were. She hadn't realized she'd run all that much, but thinking about it... She'd covered a lot of ground without a moment's rest.
She stared at her paws for a couple heartbeats, a blankness entering her stare that suggested she wasn't fully aware of what she was doing anymore. Her brain felt fuzzy, distracted by even the slightest movement. When she was finally able to focus herself upon Sprucefur, her gaze seemed a little duller than usual. She watched him for a moment, before giving the slightest dip of her head. "You're probably right. Though I wouldn't call it a condition..." She stressed the word condition, trying her best to pick up some of her spunk, but failing pretty terribly.
"I'm not sure I'd do much good if I tried to hunt right now. Perhaps a walk is a better idea." With a sweep of her tail, she picked a random path, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following. Her pace was slow, so she wasn't too worried about him not being able to catch up to her. She walked at a pace that could only be described as trudging, but she continued trudging along, her mind drifting briefly into thoughts of Sprucefur. She thought about how little she knew of him, how little she'd spoken to him.
It was odd.. They lived in the same Clan, he was Lionstar's half brother, only a few moons older than she was... And yet she knew nothing about him. Not what he liked to do, not what his personality was like, not even who he liked, and Feathercloud was a gossip queen. She could uncover just about anyone's crushes. She was just that good when she wanted to be. But none of her gossiping powers had ever managed to unearth even the tiniest hint of just who Sprucefur was. Well... He's walking with you now. Why not get to know him?
Clearing her throat slightly, the silver feline dug for a conversation topic. "So... What have you been up to in the recent moons..?" When she realized what she'd asked, she instantly wished that she could take it back. It was a stupid thing to ask, but it was out in the open now. Her ears flicked back slightly, obviously displeased at the utter lameness of her question, but what could she do? Her brain wasn't exactly working at full capacity right now. She was just so.... Tired, both physically and emotionally, and the worst part of it all?
She couldn't even quite figure out why.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 7, 2013 10:43:44 GMT -5
"So... What have you been up to in the recent moons..?"
Sprucefur was no expert on inquiries, but that had to be one of the worst opening lines he'd ever heard – his muzzle twitching at one corner as though he'd start smiling, but restrained himself. Cut her some slack, she looks like she's been dragged through the mountains and back. Actually she'd come back from her trip to the mountains in better spirits than she was in right now; not about to dredge up unpleasant memories of night spent sitting at the edge of the warriors den or camp, expecting to see a familiar silver she-cat come home, Sprucefur distracted himself with a response. ”This.” He gestured towards the squirrel he'd buried earlier.
She was one of the most talkative she-cats in the entire Clan – was their chemistry so nonexistent that they were practically strangers to each other? Unable to stand the awkwardness for much longer, Sprucefur opted to continue the conversation in the only way he knew how – by talking about a specific cat she'd be interested in talking to, regardless of how he felt about it. ”Did you hear? Lionstar and a patrol beat back a NightClan hunting party on our territory. Ravenstar was one of them. He's fine.” Feeling the need to clarify that the golden furred link between them was in no worse for wear due to the rather intense border scuffle, Sprucefur added that last statement on with seriousness, not wanting her to rush back to camp to make sure her beloved mentor wasn't near death or something.
Only having second-hand details to go off of, Sprucefur wasn't sure how many questions he could answer about the actual fight – but if she asked, he would try his best to answer. He always tried his best, and even more-so if, on the very rare occasion, it had something to do with her.
Thoughts/Dialog: b8c7d8
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 7, 2013 11:53:05 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
Still partly wallowing in self-pity, directed at her own stupidity, the silver warrioress had to really focus on what the pale furred tom was saying. Her mind kept attempting to drift out of a more conscious state, so that she might lose herself in her own thoughts. Which was insanely bizarre, because Feathercloud rarely spent time to think. She let her instincts lead her, for better or for worse. What in the name of StarClan has gotten into you lately, you useless ball of silver fur... She thought to herself, blue eyes dragging from the terrain back to Sprucefur once again.
When the tom signalled the squirrel they were steadily leaving behind as the answer to her question, the silver she-cat gave a slight inclination of her head. So he spends a lot of time hunting, like a proper warrior should. She thought to herself, silver tail curling slightly at the tip. Is he always putting the Clan before himself too? He's more similar to Lionstar than I thought... Thoughtful, ice blue eyes blinked at Sprucefur as she considered this, not even aware of the awkward silence that had begun to descend upon them. I wonder what drove him to be like that...
She was interrupted from any further thought process by Sprucefur once more. Her silver ears flicked forward, taking in each word as it left his mouth. With a soft, thoughtful snort, Feathercloud's gaze returned to her paws. "Good... NightClan needs to learn their lesson. They can't just hunt wherever they please without permission.." Her voice trailed off slightly as the silver furred she-cat continued to stare down at her paws. She noticed a bizarre sort of tingling in her paws as she walked, but something told her it was nothing physically wrong. It was almost as though her paws had a life of their own.
It was almost as though she were... Nervous..? What in the name of StarClan... She thought, eyes narrowing as though the slight change in her eyes might bring her the clarity she was seeking. She was never nervous. Ever. Not even around Ironpaw, a tom she had no idea how to admit her feelings to. I don't have feelings for him. The sudden snarl in her thought-voice nearly startled her, but it could only be seen in the slight raising of the fur along her back, easily mistaken for a ruffling against the breeze that skittered past them.
Hardly aware of the parting of her jaws, a thought flashed through her mind, brought into existence by the rush of air that left her lungs. Though it had been meant to be nothing more than a silent realization, albeit a little random, to herself, Feathercloud ended up releasing the words for the world to hear. Or at least the tom walking beside her. "I think I hate my own parents. How terrible is that?"
It took her a moment, but when she finally fully registered what she'd just said, her breathing hitched, catching in her throat. She jerked up suddenly, her head snapping up so quickly it caused her paws to be caught in a particularly bizarre rhythm, until they finally tangled with one another. With a sharp, startled hiss the usually graceful silver she-cat staggered to the side, her tall silver frame toppling over with all the grace of a falling tree. She felt herself collide with something before she hit the ground, a tangle of fur and limbs.
When she finally came to a stop, lying on her back and stretched over something, the warrioress let out a groan. Blue eyes blinked open to find herself staring up at the sky. For a moment, she didn't move, not until she realized that the root she was stretched over was soft. And breathing. Blue eyes widened suddenly and she rolled herself to her paw, staring downwards in slight horror to find that she was stretched over Sprucefur. Leaping so that she was all on one side of him, no longer standing over him, Feathercloud found her coat bushing out slightly. "Oh for StarClan's sake... I'm so sorry, Sprucefur! You aren't hurt, are you? Oh curse the sky... I haven't been myself lately, I'm sorry again."
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Post by Fawn on Dec 30, 2013 1:10:39 GMT -5
"I think I hate my own parents. How terrible is that?"
The conversation had barely begun and she'd dropped that kind of bomb on them both so soon? Sprucefur almost laughed a little - not at her words but at her inability to keep things bottled up. That was just like her, wasn't it? To blurt things out? He didn't want to somehow give himself unnecessary credit by declaring that he was easy to talk to - nah, much safer to assume it was that he just so happened to be the only cat around with ears to listen.
He knew a thing or two about hating one's own parents. His own hadn't exactly been the chief examples of all that was good and righteous.
"Terrible? Well, sometimes parents can deserv--"
Whatever piece of advice had been on the tip of the gray tom's tongue was abruptly swallowed for a noonhigh meal as Feathercloud smacked into him without warning, their bodies colliding painfully and in a way that had him sprawled out on the ground. In a very undignified manner, mind you.
Ears stinging with embarrassment rather than pain, Sprucefur, dense pelt fluffed from surprise, felt his muscles twitch as though to gather strength and hoist him back onto all fours - but remembered Feathercloud having landed on him and he promptly froze again, not wanting to throw her off in his haste to regain his composure.
"Yeah-" he grunted, flicking dirt off his nose with a hasty paw swipe. "I'm fine. You?" Well, besides not appearing to have sustained bodily harm, her mental state was a completely different story. She just seemed...out of sorts.
She smells like Ironpaw. He'd caught a whiff of the mountain-dwelling tom the moment she'd landed, their fur mingling for the briefest of (admittedly kind of uncomfortable) moments, no trace of anger present from the collision, though he could feel a little of his mood darken at the thought of Ironpaw.
"Did you get into a fight?" That explained the emotion he could feel radiating off of her earlier, that roiling maelstrom of confusion and anger and bruised feelings. He would not celebrate at the idea of Ironpaw having fallen out of Feathercloud's favor; he was not so petty.
He cared more for her well-being than her opinion of either himself or Ironpaw.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Dec 30, 2013 1:56:26 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
As long silver limbs finally disentangled from the pale tom's limbs, Feathercloud gave the slightest sigh of relief. She would have hated to have caused the tom any harm due to her inability to walk. What was wrong with her? She was normally graceful on her paws. Her paws were skilled, able to pull her up trees as though it were nothing. Her frame was lithe, easily shifting and twisting to accommodate just about any situation she might run into. Why was it then, that she had spontaneously crashed into Lionstar's brother, sending them both barrelling to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs?
Still distracted by her active mind, she managed to murmur slightly in response to his first question. "Yeah... I'm fine too... Nothing but embarrassment here..." The last little bit could be attributed to the fact that she wasn't all there in that moment. Otherwise she would never have admitted to being embarrassed. Feathercloud was never embarrassed. She was always composed, fiery, with a sharp-tongue to accompany her. She was not a ball of incompetent, nervousness that would blabber uncontrollably about silly things. What she said was always relevant, and generally had a very cutting edge to it.
His next question caught her off-guard. Silver ears shot up as her blue gaze flashed to him. Her eyes locked with his, hers slightly widened from sheer alarm as she stared at Sprucefur. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what he was trying to ask her. And then she noticed it; the slight, lingering scent of Ironpaw on her fur. With a rather violent shake, as though doing such a thing would clear those last traces from her pelt, Feathercloud snorted. "What? No! Of course not! We're not fighting. We're just..." She paused, unsure of what she was trying to say.
What was going on between them? His words had seemed to be so... Against TreeClan. There had been a time where she had thought she might have feelings for the tom. Feelings deeper than those of friendship. But could she accept the harsh words he had spoken against her Clan? Could she allow herself to love him, despite what he had said? "I mean he's just... I just needed... ... Maybe... I don't know..." Her voice became more and more unsure as she spoke, her rump slowly lowering to the ground as she sat her tired body down.
Icy blue eyes stared down at her paws as her silver tail wrapped comfortably around them. Her mind continued to race, considering the questions she had just asked herself. Slowly, the realization began to set in. It showed in the way her shoulders seems to sag slightly, her head lowering to hang almost... Guiltily. After weighing the possibilities.. Considering the options... The silver feline had come to her final decision. It stung her heart, left her feeling wounded, almost... Empty. But there was no denying it. Something just wasn't working between them. He could never be a TreeClan warrior, and she could most certainly never be anything but a TreeClan warrior.
No. I can't bring myself to accept what he said. She couldn't love a tom who didn't love her Clan... The only family she really had left. Her voice was low, almost defeated as she glanced away from her paws, towards some unseen element somewhere amidst the many trees of TreeClan's territory. "Yes. I guess I did get into a fight... It doesn't matter though. I... I don't think it'll cause any problems in the future." I don't think he'll be staying.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 3, 2014 16:38:51 GMT -5
Sprucefur's expression contorted briefly into a look of pain, as though he found her distress to be of the same level of pain as if he'd personally suffered some kind of injury. But he bottled it up again, regaining his composure and not allowing his own feelings to dictate his actions, especially when he had no business feeling anything for her to begin with.
Had he been a lesser tom, Sprucefur would've possibly felt elated that things were going so poorly between her and Ironpaw all of a sudden, but he had more integrity than that. He had a little more chivalry then what anycat could've guessed of him, the tom in his brother's shadow. "If you need or want to talk about it," mewed Sprucefur in his usual quiet, clear tone, "I'm a pretty good listener."
It was difficult to listen to Feathercloud sounding so lost, so broken-spirited - difficult enough that he dug his claws into the earth for stability, to possibly keep himself rooted to the ground so he didn't embarrass himself by trying to comfort her with an ear-lick or a soft nuzzle. That was not what she needed right now - another stupid tom moving in to make things even more complicated.
She probably just wants to talk to Silverpaw. "I can go get Silverpaw if you want," Sprucefur mewed, feeling his good intentions of being a shoulder to cry on start to fragment - they weren't close, why in the name of StarClan would she want to talk to him about it? He was a poor substitute for Lionstar, who likely would've been a close second to Silverpaw in terms of 'spilling her guts to someone she trusts'. He wasn't even on the list.
It wasn't like he had experience with heartbreak or breakups, anyway. You kind of had to have been in a relationship first to really consider yourself suffering from a broken heart or wounded spirits. He hadn't had the privilege, or the real pain, either.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 7, 2014 11:44:15 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
It was so confusing. Why was it so confusing? Why was it that this was what fate had decided of her? To fall tail over paws for a tom who originated from another Clan! Had she honestly thought that she might be able to change him? He'd been born StoneClan and then raised on the mountains. She'd had the misfortune of exploring those mountains. They were nothing like her home here in TreeClan. Ironpaw was nothing like her. She should have kept her distance. She didn't regret trying to clear Lionstar's name... But everything after that, it burned in her belly.
Silver ears pivoted in Sprucefur's direction as he spoke up. She didn't reply right away, and for a moment her interest was spiked when Silverpaw was brought into the conversation. Her best friend in the whole world... Was that what she wanted? Her friend to be by her side so she could rant in the comforting gaze of the younger she-cat? Maybe... But not right now. She hated this heaviness in her chest. Her paws were still sore from her run through the forest, and yet... They were also itching, as though not doing anything were killing her.
Turning icy blue eyes towards the gray tom cat, she frowned for a moment, deep in thought. And then she began, her words slow at first, as though she were seriously mulling over what she was about to say. "I think that... I'll find Silverpaw later on. To be honest... I don't feel much like talking about it right now." Giving her fur a rapid shake and smoothing some of the fur on her chest with a quick lick or two, she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, tail unfurling as she rose into a stand once again.
"I think that I'd actually like to do a bit of hunting... I know I spoke against it earlier but I don't want to stand around and do nothing... It's indescribably irritating to me, just the thought of that. So.. If you wouldn't mind... Would you like to go hunting with me..?"
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