Post by Insidious on Sept 5, 2014 23:42:37 GMT -5
S L E E K S H A D E
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“I’ll check in on you later!” Purred the pretty tabby, her silvery-black tail flicking her father behind his ear, light as a feather, before she retreated from her spot inside of the elders’ den. Anyone could see with their own two eyes how close Sleekshade and Crowtalon were, what with the deaths of Shadowblossom and Cloudstripe still heavy in their hearts. She clung to her father like any second could be his final one, checking in on him twice a day at the bare minimum. Although her dedication to him was crystal clear, it refrained from interfering with her duties as a warrior - something of which she deeply cherished.
Coming to a halt in front of the food pile, she noted that it was in desperate need of some stocking. She checked over both of her shoulders, scanning the clearing’s proximity for someone that’d perhaps be willing (in other words, competent enough) to be her hunting partner for the duration of the afternoon.
She didn’t often like to admit how little friends in NightClan she actually had. Although she wasn’t so abrasive as to scare away any potential companions, her competitive streak did sometimes make it difficult for her to make friends and actually keep them around. Of course, it didn’t bother her. She was more than capable of being an independent warrior, and often did some of her best thinking, and her best hunting, when she wasn’t being distracted by somebody else. Hunting on her own would simply have to suffice, though who could blame her for finding it a tad boring every once in a while?
Shadowblossom had been more than her sister - they had been best friends. She hadn’t needed anybody else up until the day that Demon got his fangs around her neck, and now, in her absence, she couldn’t help but realize how desperately she was in need of a replacement. She couldn’t waste away all of her moons as a warrior in the elders’ den with Crowtalon, after all. He expected great things from Sleekshade; the sorts of things she’d have no problem achieving when she set her mind to it.
It was about time that she stopped being so selfish. NightClan was in need of some more prey, and she, a dutiful warrior, could fix that just fine. Pale gold eyes fluttered with the delicacy of butterfly wings, her silvery-black body shimmering brilliantly in the sun’s glow. For somebody with so few companions, she sure was pretty. There was nothing unattractive about her overall appearance, and even though she wasn’t one to flaunt it for the sake of doing so, she wasn’t oblivious to the way that a few eyes occasionally wandered. Maybe her independence was a good thing. Even though she sometimes wanted others, she didn’t need others - it was what made her Sleekshade.
It was what made her desirable which, with nobody here to comment, couldn’t be countered ...
Coming to a halt in front of the food pile, she noted that it was in desperate need of some stocking. She checked over both of her shoulders, scanning the clearing’s proximity for someone that’d perhaps be willing (in other words, competent enough) to be her hunting partner for the duration of the afternoon.
She didn’t often like to admit how little friends in NightClan she actually had. Although she wasn’t so abrasive as to scare away any potential companions, her competitive streak did sometimes make it difficult for her to make friends and actually keep them around. Of course, it didn’t bother her. She was more than capable of being an independent warrior, and often did some of her best thinking, and her best hunting, when she wasn’t being distracted by somebody else. Hunting on her own would simply have to suffice, though who could blame her for finding it a tad boring every once in a while?
Shadowblossom had been more than her sister - they had been best friends. She hadn’t needed anybody else up until the day that Demon got his fangs around her neck, and now, in her absence, she couldn’t help but realize how desperately she was in need of a replacement. She couldn’t waste away all of her moons as a warrior in the elders’ den with Crowtalon, after all. He expected great things from Sleekshade; the sorts of things she’d have no problem achieving when she set her mind to it.
It was about time that she stopped being so selfish. NightClan was in need of some more prey, and she, a dutiful warrior, could fix that just fine. Pale gold eyes fluttered with the delicacy of butterfly wings, her silvery-black body shimmering brilliantly in the sun’s glow. For somebody with so few companions, she sure was pretty. There was nothing unattractive about her overall appearance, and even though she wasn’t one to flaunt it for the sake of doing so, she wasn’t oblivious to the way that a few eyes occasionally wandered. Maybe her independence was a good thing. Even though she sometimes wanted others, she didn’t need others - it was what made her Sleekshade.
It was what made her desirable which, with nobody here to comment, couldn’t be countered ...
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