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Post by Fawntastic on Sept 7, 2016 15:32:08 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
Say what you want about this mess RainClan was in (and he had a lot to say on the matter, believe me), Crowblaze enjoyed the relative emptiness of the warriors' den now that half their number had defected to the wooded cove, and the rest were taking advantage of the beautiful weather.
Crowblaze picked his teeth with a fish bone, holding the spiny, slender, almost translucent bone between his front paws, showing a surprising amount of deftness as he picked free a piece of flesh wedged in the back of his upper teeth. That finished, the hulking dark tabby warrior left the shade of the warriors' den to bury the fish bone away from the rest of camp.
There was some activity—he twitched an ear in the direction of the general chatter—but it didn't interest in him much. Too many moons of solitude had left him somewhat... disinterested in conversation. It wasn't that he resented any cat present, he just didn't know how to talk to them. Or WHAT to say. He was happy they were all here and alive and (for the most part) uninjured, but... did he actually give a fish's eyeball about the latest romantic drama unfolding between his Clanmates?
Crowblaze almost snorted. Nope.
He almost bumped into a silver tabby she-cat he did not recognize, and his bright orange eyes narrowed as he tried to summon a name from the depths of his memory. "I don't know you," he mewed slowly, frowning. "How many moons are you?" Had she even been born when he'd left RainClan? Admittedly Crowblaze hadn't cared much about what was happening in the nursery apart from Gullkit and Bitternkit, his younger siblings.
Given his tall stature and his lack of practice moving in crowds Crowblaze was often bumping into or narrowly avoiding some of his smaller Clanmates; towering above everyone else, this was gonna take some getting used to. He'd been a shorter cat when he'd left.
Now only Stormheart and his brother Gullswoop were similar or surpassing him in height and weight. The she-cat in front of him, with her thin tabby fur, looked even smaller to a tom like Crowblaze.
Twenty moons had passed since Silverscar had joined Rainclan. Twenty moons, she'd spent most of by Eagleswoop's side. Her best friend, the very first clan cat she had ever met. So much had happened in those twenty moons, most of which had been hard. Some of which had been painful. Like the death of her mentor or Eagleswoop's heart wrenching choice to leave her. To leave to be with his brother and the rest of the Purists. Leaving Silverscar feeling lost and confused.
Time however cared little about Silverscar's hardships. It moved as quickly as had had before. Life went on, moons passed. Silverscar learning to adjust to life without Eagleswoop by her side. Waking up without his warm body by her side, carrying on with her warrior duties without him. It left Siverscar feeling empty. Realizing just how much she had depended on him for everything. It didn't help that tensions only seemed to be getting worse in Rainclan. Timberstar's failing health, doing nothing to qualm worries.
Despite all of this things went on as usual. Patrols still had to be made, training still had to be done, prey still needed to be caught. It was the task of hunting Silverscar had set out to do. No matter what was happening the cats of Rainclan needed to eat. The river providing a bountiful hunting place for the water loving clan. So Silverscar had sat on the edge of the bank for the most of the morning. It had taken a long time, but she'd mastered the art of staying very still. So there she sat, the only movement the occasional flash of her paw as she smacked fish from the water. By the end of the morning, she'd managed to catch three decent sized pickerel.
Satisfied with her bounty, Silverscar picked up the lifeless fish and set her paws towards the direction of camp. Her body on high alert as she traveled swiftly along the marshy territory of Rainclan. Knowing full well that there was always a chance of attack nowadays. Sighing around her catch, Silverscar is grateful when she reaches the camp. Entering she set her slender form towards the fresh-kill pile, only to nearly get bumped into by a tom. Surprised Silverscar drew her body sideways, her fish swinging from her maw. She was about to simply slip around the tom, when he spoke. Blinking Silverscar turned her face towards the male. The long ghastly scar that ran across her face now illuminated in the light. Her vibrant yellow eyes scanning over him, wondering why he asked about her age.
" Twenty seven moons." She replies politely after dropping her catch on the ground. Still puzzled, she tries to recall the male's name. Wait that's Crowblaze, the one the others say came back after leaving for many moons. She thought, her gaze curious. " If your wondering, no I wasn't born here." She adds guessing he was trying to decide whether he knew her. " I joined twenty moons ago, former loner. Like you were, Crowblaze right?" She remarks.
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 9, 2016 10:51:06 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
A former loner. "Explains why you're here and not with the rest of those foxhearts." He replied, making no attempt to disguise his contempt for those that had chosen to reject Timberstar's leadership. Once upon a time, he'd been very, very unhappy with the old ginger she-cat, and he probably would've understood their decision to reject her legitimacy to the leadership role.
But he had aged. And loyalty meant more to him than anything. Timberstar was old. Timberstar was sick. But by StarClan he'd claw the ears off of any cat that said she didn't have the right to be leader. Razorstar made her deputy, and that, apparently was enough.
"That's right. What do I call you?" If she knew his name, then she probably knew he was the older brother to Gullswoop and Bitternwing, as well as the son of Vultureback and Falconleap (StoneClan's former deputy), littermate to Heroncry and Hawkfall, though the latter had left when he was just a kit. If she wanted to make a good impression, she wouldn't bring up his brother.
Another loner in RainClan. This was awfully typical of the Clan now. Accepting loners and vagabonds from other Clans. He'd half expected Razorstar to refuse him entry back into the Clan; as luck would have it, it was Timberstar who was in charge now, and as her former apprentice, Crowblaze had been allowed to be called a RainClan cat once more. She had shown him compassion. He would show her loyalty in return.
Silverscar swallowed at Crowblaze's statement her throat suddenly feeling dry. One of those so called foxhearts is my best friend... She couldn't help but think. Despite the fact she knew Eagleswoop wasn't a Purist, it hurt her to think others viewed him as such. Feeling at a loss for words she merely nods her skull. Trying to show agreement without revealing her misgivings. Her vibrant gaze not quite meeting his vehement ones. She is relieved when he moves on from the subject, asking for her name.
" Silverscar." She mews, standing a little taller now. She was very proud of her name. It was all her own, apart of her unique identity and she had earned it. All those moons of cats telling her she wasn't really a clan cat. That she would always just be a loner washed away. All because she had stuck with her training and proved them wrong.
" It's nice to formally meet you Crowblaze." She adds, dipping her skull politely towards the older tom. Her scarred face tilted back so she could look up at the far larger tom. In fact, standing there before him she felt like a dwarf in his presence. " I was bringing these pickerel to the fresh kill pile. Care to join me?" She offers, her long skinny tail flickering some. She didn't know many other cats real well within Rainclan. It would do her some good to make new friends. Plus if she didn't get some fresh kill pretty soon her poor belly would start rumbling its opinions on the matter.
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Post by Fawntastic on Sept 10, 2016 19:31:23 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
Silverscar. Now that was a proper warrior's name. Call him rude, but anything ending in -flower or -light or -whisker tended to give him the impression of weakness. Would you really trust your life to a cat with the name of -flower? Crowblaze wasn't so sure that he would. The suffix of scar was a survivor's suffix; she had endured something (as seen clearly on her face) and come out better for it.
"I already ate," Crowblaze mewed. His social skills were about as plentiful as water in StoneClan during greenleaf. After a few heartbeats passed, and it occurred to the big dark tabby that he'd probably been too harsh or dismissive, Crowblaze quickly reiterated. "I'll sit for a little while."
In a show of civility, Crowblaze tapped her lightly on the shoulder with his tail, though even a light gesture from him ended up being a sweep, the long fur having a way of making its presence known even with the simplest of movements. He guided Silverscar to a more secluded spot, sparing a glance at the pickerel she was carrying though he wasn't very interested in eating.
"How did you get that scar?" Crowblaze's orange eyes, deep and unflinching, found her blue ones, searching for the story behind the marking on her face. That was no small wound; what had done it? A fox? Another cat? Crowblaze couldn't hide his interest. If a cat had done it, then that begged the question of who? It hadn't been him, had it? Crowblaze's attention slipped, his ears threatening to pin back as he raked over his own memories, searching through the numerous, meaningless scuffles he'd had in his loner days.
No, he could not remember ever fighting a pretty silver she-cat, or slicing her face badly enough to leave so prominent a scar. If it was a feline that had done this to her, it damned well wasn't him.
Word Count: 319 Words Tags: @teeks Notes: xD Sorry his social skills are REALLY rusty. If he makes her uncomfortable she can just say it, lol.
Silverscar was taken aback when Crowblaze stated he was not hungry. She'd never really run into that social dilemma before. Usually one invited another to fresh kill, they simply agreed out of politeness. At least in Silverscar's world they did. Picturing her mother cringing over the tom's crassness, she blinks. A little surprised when he adds he'd sit with her.
" Well alright." She says simply, her slender shoulder blades rising and falling with a shrug. Leaning over to collect her fish, she cannot help but look at him as his tail sweeps her shoulders. A little surprised by the light hearted gesture. Your just full of surprises, aren't you? She thought as he steered her towards a secluded part of clan.
They'd barely settled down. When he spoke once more another none too subtle question tumbling from his maw. Her scar right, she was accustomed to this question. Having told the story what felt like a million times. Taking a quick bite of pickerel, she chews it carefully before swallowing. "I was a kit when it happened." She starts, licking her lips, she flickers her tail. It accidentally brushes his flank and she quickly stills it. "Wandered too far from the hollow which my kin and I lived in. A badger attacked my siblings and I. So I tried to protect my sisters and before my mother could come to our rescue it gave me this scar." She states simply, her greenish yellow eyes looking directly into his orange ones. Surprised by how fascinated he seemed by her in general. Though she guessed he'd be far less fascinated now that he knew the story. It wasn't anything spectacular. But it was her story.
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 11, 2016 8:46:03 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
A badger did that to her as a kit, and somehow she'd survived. No wonder her suffix was -scar. Crowblaze didn't have much faith in their warrior ancestors, but maybe they'd been feeling generous on the day Silverscar had been attacked; she was clearly meant to be here.
"Did they survive? Your siblings." Any cat that was willing to throw themselves at a badger for their family was a cat he wanted to know. They had their priorities straight. Were her siblings here? Crowblaze's orange gaze left her face in a fleeting look around camp, but that told him nothing. Unless they all looked like her, Crowblaze had no way of recognizing them as her kin.
There was a time too when, during kithood, he would've gladly thrown himself at any kind of predator if it meant protecting Hawk-kit and Heronkit, his littermates. But Hawk-kit was gone, in StoneClan now as Hawkfall. He had to stop dwelling on the past; his thoughts were getting as repetitive as rain-drops, just a constant, steady downpour.
He had Gullswoop and Bitternwing to protect now. Crowblaze planned to catch his siblings' eye the next time he saw them, maybe invite them to join him and Silverscar, but the opportunity didn't present itself. It was just them. That was fine, he really wasn't one for crowds anyway.
She was interesting to him, probably, because he couldn't guess her history at first glance. Every Clan-cat had the same damn story; they'd been born into their Clan of choice, with parents either alive or lost to some tragedy, maybe a missing sibling or two.
But she was different. And the dark tabby warrior wanted to know more.
Silverscar couldn't help but wonder what was going through Crowblaze's mind. She didn't really mind his questions. They were often asked by her fellow clanmates. Though most of the time those who asked were kits, who stared unabashedly at her scar. Or apprentices who thought it was 'cool..' Others tended to avoid the subject afraid to offend her somehow perhaps. All things Silverscar had learned to live with when she came to live amongst the clan. Crowblaze however was different, he seemed fascinated by her story.
Blinking at his next inquiry she quickly nods her skull. " Oh yes, they lived." She murmurs thinking of her sisters. " But they didn't join me here in Rainclan." She adds, noticing how he started glancing around camp as if he was searching for them. " They chose to stay with my mother back home, in our hollow. I think the idea of living in the clans was too much for them..." She admits, her greenish yellow eyes getting a distant look in them. As she remembered her littermates and mother.
" To be honest I'm not sure they even believed me, when I told them about Rainclan. I mean I didn't believe Eagleswoop at first..." She admits, thinking back to her first meeting with her friend, him an apprentice and her a loner. A wry smile lit her lips, memories washing over her like a warm patch of sunshine. As quick as they came however they vanished.
" We never really saw eye to eye... my family and I. Mother always felt I should act more like a she-cat, instead of 'running around on my crazy adventures' as she called them." Silverscar finishes, her shoulders rising and falling once more. She leans her head down to take another mouthful of pickerel. Wondering why she was revealing so much to a tom she barely knew. If she was honest with herself however, it felt good. The only cat up until now who knew her full story was Eagleswoop.
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 12, 2016 16:34:15 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
Crowblaze tried to put a face to the name Eagleswoop, but there was nothing to refer to. He assumed it was a brown tabby or something, but that was the extent of his imagination on the subject. Silverscar could point the tom out later; it wasn't Eagleswoop's past that interested him.
"We never really saw eye to eye... my family and I. Mother always felt I should act more like a she-cat, instead of 'running around on my crazy adventures' as she called them."
Crowblaze snorted. Flexing his claws as he let slip a grin. "I don't think your mother's met that many she-cats. They're some of the toughest warriors in the Clan." And what did that even mean anyway? 'Act more like a she-cat'? Be delicate and confine herself to the nursery day in and day out?
That wasn't much of a life. Not for a cat who had been a loner. Who had tasted the highs and lows of true freedom, true solitude. Confinement would've suited her about as much as it suited him--but maybe he was making too many assumptions about her. She could think something completely different on the matter, and here he was making a rat's ass of himself by being wrong.
Yet he wasn't going to pretend he didn't feel a strange sort of connection to her. A common link. "It's worth being here. I know RainClan's more like a dead fish than a running river right now, but it's still worth it." Crowblaze reaffirmed out loud what he already believed to be true. His family was here. He couldn't imagine what it was like to just leave her mother and siblings behind, but he definitely knew how it felt when you didn't get along. When you didn't relate well.
If the rest of his family had been more like Hawkfall, then he would've left them a lot sooner than he had. And he probably wouldn't have come back.
Taking her time chewing her mouthful of pickerel. Silverscar used the brief silence between them as a chance to examine Crowblaze further. Her vibrant gaze flickering over him as he took in her words. She could tell his mind was whirling with what she had said. His facial expression suggesting he was puzzled. It wasn't long before he voiced his opinion on the matter. A snort escaping him, making her chuff in slight amusement.
" No she didn't." Silverscar admits noticing his grin. She thought of the fierce female warriors not only of Rainclan but of the other clans. It was true her mother didn't know she-cats well. Only her own naïve perception of how the should be. " But that's the life she chose to live." Silverscar says, shrugging her shoulders. " Secluded, alone with her own ideas on how everyone should act. " Silverscar snorts again, shaking her skull. Feeling for a moment like she was under her mother's suffocating control.
But your not, she reminds herself. Your free, your a warrior of Rainclan. Blinking Silverscar, licks her lips clean. The pickerel clutched between her paws barely eaten. She'd been paying far too much attention to their conversation, rather than her rumbling belly. Taking a few more neat bites, she chews them carefully as Crowblaze speaks again. His words making, her whiskers twitch in dry amusement. It was true, the clan was in ruins at the moment. The feud between Swanfeather and Timberstar tearing apart all they held dear. Yet somehow it was still home, somehow it was still the same marvelous place she'd found as an apprentice.
" Your right." She murmurs, when she'd finally swallowed her most recent bite of pickerel. " Rainclan will always be my home. No matter how messed up things get along the way." Smiling some, she finishes off her fish. Licking the scales from between her paw pads. Her scarred face occasionally glancing up at her large companion. Her own curiosity starting to build. She finally gives in, voicing a soft question.
" Why did you leave Rainclan?" She asks simply. Hoping the tom would be as forthcoming with his own past as she'd been with her own.
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Post by Fawntastic on Sept 20, 2016 13:41:22 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
Had that question been posed without any build-up, without his own probing questions for Silverscar, Crowblaze might've bristled. Instead, only the lashing tail-tip betrayed his uneasy feelings about the subject. "My mother died," was his gruff response. He could remember it all painfully clear; it had been enough moons ago that the memories had lost some of their sharpness, some of their lingering hurt, but it was still a touchy issue. He hadn't even spoken to his siblings about this; Heronstrike said nothing, Gullswoop and Bitternwing kept to themselves...
Crowblaze's ear flicked, and a scowl briefly flitted across his face as he discussed these unpleasant memories. "Greencough. There was sickness everywhere. I'd been recently made a warrior. After finding out my mother had died, I wasn't going to sit around and watch the rest of my kin die too." Bitternwing and Gullswoop had been kits at the time, and nothing had frightened him more than watching Clanmate after Clanmate succumb to the illness.
In a quieter, huskier mutter, the large dark tabby glanced at Silverscar. "I'd rather have all this in-fighting then a sickness like that again." Cats could be defeated; conflict could be ended with sharp claws and harsh words. Sickness? That was something he couldn't fight; he couldn't protect his loved ones from that kind of... threat. And it made him crazy; they had now entered leaf-fall, was this the calm before the storm again?
I'm not leaving this time. Not again. Running away from problems never fixed them. And this time, he knew Timberwing (or Bluewave) would never let him return a second time if he bailed on the Clan again. Though Crowblaze felt justified in his departure, especially as a young tom who had had trouble fitting in, had a disagreement with his mentor and father and now just lost his mother, his journey away from RainClan seemed appropriate. Now that he had aged, however, Crowblaze had enough RainClan loyalty to realize the error of his ways; the guilt wasn't overwhelming, but it was there.
He'd heard about the battles he had missed... the border conflicts...
Never again, would he abandon his home. Never again.
Silverscar dropped her eyes back down to her paws. Her tongue, which had come out to lap her paw pads stopped. She pulled it back in, her heart sinking. His mother had died... she hadn't lost her mother to death, however her mentor had been killed by a beaver just before she became an apprentice. She knew the pain of losing someone in such a tragic way. She knew how it could mess someone up.
So that's why he left, she thought as he continued on about greencough. She couldn't judge him for leaving. She couldn't even say she did not understand. Cause she did, for when her mentor had been killed Silverscar had been filled with so much guilt about the ordeal, she had considered leaving too. If it hadn't been for Eagleswoop she might of.
" I'm sorry for your loss." She murmurs, leaning her skull forward to gently push her pink nose to one of his paws. " No one deserves to lose their mother." She adds, imagining what it would of been like to of lost her mother to the badger who'd attacked her and her siblings. The idea made her shudder. Silverscar may not of gotten along very well with her mother but that didn't mean she did not love her.
At Crowblaze's last words she nodded her head solemnly. She could understand that. One couldn't fight a sickness. Not really, however this problem they had now in Rainclan was solvable. They could fight it, together. "Hopefully someday we won't have to fight anymore." She murmurs, wishing tensions within the clan would cease. That Swanfeather's group would come to their senses. Return and apologize. Yet she knew this would never happen. A war was coming and Rainclan would eventually succumb to it.
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 28, 2016 0:44:39 GMT -5
36 Moons. Loner. Tom. -
Crowblaze didn't find himself in this situation often. Discussing his feelings. Being honest. Open. He looked at Silverscar with begrudging respect, almost frightened by how easy she was to speak with, but the part of the dark tabby tom that wanted to be apart of the Clan again felt himself grow attached to her. Many cats mistook him for the cold, grouchy, unapologetic type. They were right on two accounts; but Crowblaze had never been cold. Sometimes he cared too much.
That had always been a problem he'd dealt with his entire life; it made the losses cut that much deeper. Hawk-kit's betrayal, Falconleap's death, even Timberstar's illness was like a wound that didn't want to close.
Letting a brief silence lapse between them, Crowblaze was drawn into his thoughts, his dark features made darker by the brooding glint in his flame-colored eyes. There's a storm coming. this fishdung has to end soon. If it were up to him, he would've exiled every cat in the Wooded Cove; the leader's word was the Code, that much he'd understood and remembered from his apprenticeship days. Was it a harsh sentence? yes. Would it have to be carried out with claws and strong words? Yes. But at least this ridiculous stalemate would not have lasted so long.
"We should talk again sometime," Crowblaze turned his attention back to her, acknowledging the scar on her face as a mark of pride, not anything to detract from her beauty. In a quieter mew, Crowblaze admitted to something he'd only realized a moment ago. "I like talking to you." It was probably because she was formerly a loner. She had the same perspective as he did; of a cat looking in. Even when he'd been an apprentice here, he hadn't really felt a connection to these cats. Not outside his family.
Maybe he'd just had to wait for Silverscar to join, before he really knew what it was like to have friends.
Silverscar didn't mind the silence which lapsed between them. For once it seemed she had found another cat who understood her. Someone other than Eagleswoop to call a friend. Someone who didn't look at her as an outsider for being a loner or pity her for the ghastly scar which was etched into her pretty face. No, Crowblaze said it as is, he was who he was with no hidden agenda.
Noticing the way the dark tom's eyes seemed to darken even more she wondered what he was thinking about. Surely something to do with Rainclan's current predicament. Silverscar remained facing him, her vibrant eyes watching him. Knowing how it felt to be frustrated, to feel the need to do something. Like most of Timberstar's group they were tired of the rift between Rainclan. Tired of waiting on something to break, for war to come.
Blinking Silverscar is a bit surprised when Crowblaze spoke again. His dark gaze settling on hers like a heavy weight. Keeping his gaze she nods her head some. " I'd like that." She murmurs honestly. Her whiskers twitching some she gave him a small smile. Her vibrant yellow eyes glinting in the afternoon sunshine. His last words somewhat surprising her. Crowblaze didn't come off as the type to admit his feelings. Giving a slight purr, she nods. " I enjoy talking with you as well." She admits, and with that she rose to her slender limbs. Stretching she waved a dark tabby tail tip at him as she slipped away into the hustle and bustle of camp.