Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 12:03:05 GMT -5
S W A N S O N G
The silver tabby she-cat had been hiding amongst the reeds of RainClan's camp for a considerable length of the time by the time a flash of tortoiseshell-and-white caught her eye. Swansong's heart quickened and her head jerked up just in time to watch Lilystream bounce past her, her body language reading pure enthusiasm. The calico she-cat wore a smile and was flanked by several friends, easy conversation spilling from her jaws. A scowl settled upon Swansong's features for only a moment before being replaced by a smirk. Lilystream wasn't in the company of Russethawk this morning, Swansong having seen the russet-furred tom leave camp on patrol earlier that day. Perfect.
Rising stiffly to her paws, the pretty silver she-cat paused to preen her silky silver pelt for a few brief moments before giving a brisk shake of her whiskers and stepping into the sunlight. Swansong was a flirt to say the least, constantly attempting to chat up any and every tom in not just RainClan, but any clan, but it was only recently, that she'd set her heart upon a particular tom. And that tom just happened to already be rather close with a certain calico she-cat. Swansong had initially viewed this as an obstacle, but now she saw it as a challenge. She'd written the rules in this game of love, she knew that, with a little time, she could get any tom she wanted, but that was too easy. A little challenge, she was always up for a challenge.
But over the last few days, an idea had occured to the pretty silver tabby. Being well-educated in the workings of the heart, she noticed the little indications of a deeper affection that others sometimes missed and she had become aware of a tom crushing on Lilystream in the most unexpected of places. So, today, on this fine morning, she sought out that tom. She had on offer prepared for him that he most certainly wouldn't be able to refuse, an offer that would land Swansong with Russethawk and him with the she-cat he adored, Lilystream. Today, Cobragaze was the tom that she was seeking out.
And yet, as she gazed out over RainClan's camp, she couldn't seem to locate the dark grey tom's pelt amongst her clanmates. There was certainly the possibility that he was on patrol or fishing, Swansong supposed the best bet was to ask.
After one last sweeping glance, the silver tabby she-cat heaved a sigh, padding purposefully over to where Honeygaze was interacting with several senior warriors. Not caring enough to waste time exchanging greetings, Swansong fixed her gaze upon the golden tabby she-cat, "Have you seen Cobragaze anywhere?" she demanded.
The older she-cat blinked in surprise at the silver tabby she-cat, before responding cautiously, "No, not lately... Why?"
Swansong didn't want to waste breath explaining the situation to Honeygaze, nor did she particularly want the golden tabby she-cat to know what she was planning, so instead she gave a sharp flick of the tail before strutting off. Cobragaze had to be somewhere, she just needed to work out where that somewhere was...
Rising stiffly to her paws, the pretty silver she-cat paused to preen her silky silver pelt for a few brief moments before giving a brisk shake of her whiskers and stepping into the sunlight. Swansong was a flirt to say the least, constantly attempting to chat up any and every tom in not just RainClan, but any clan, but it was only recently, that she'd set her heart upon a particular tom. And that tom just happened to already be rather close with a certain calico she-cat. Swansong had initially viewed this as an obstacle, but now she saw it as a challenge. She'd written the rules in this game of love, she knew that, with a little time, she could get any tom she wanted, but that was too easy. A little challenge, she was always up for a challenge.
But over the last few days, an idea had occured to the pretty silver tabby. Being well-educated in the workings of the heart, she noticed the little indications of a deeper affection that others sometimes missed and she had become aware of a tom crushing on Lilystream in the most unexpected of places. So, today, on this fine morning, she sought out that tom. She had on offer prepared for him that he most certainly wouldn't be able to refuse, an offer that would land Swansong with Russethawk and him with the she-cat he adored, Lilystream. Today, Cobragaze was the tom that she was seeking out.
And yet, as she gazed out over RainClan's camp, she couldn't seem to locate the dark grey tom's pelt amongst her clanmates. There was certainly the possibility that he was on patrol or fishing, Swansong supposed the best bet was to ask.
After one last sweeping glance, the silver tabby she-cat heaved a sigh, padding purposefully over to where Honeygaze was interacting with several senior warriors. Not caring enough to waste time exchanging greetings, Swansong fixed her gaze upon the golden tabby she-cat, "Have you seen Cobragaze anywhere?" she demanded.
The older she-cat blinked in surprise at the silver tabby she-cat, before responding cautiously, "No, not lately... Why?"
Swansong didn't want to waste breath explaining the situation to Honeygaze, nor did she particularly want the golden tabby she-cat to know what she was planning, so instead she gave a sharp flick of the tail before strutting off. Cobragaze had to be somewhere, she just needed to work out where that somewhere was...
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Tag: @moons
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Tag: @moons
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