We're gonna play in the dark till it's golden again.
Perhaps today wasn't the best of days to try and relax with friends. An idea that Batpaw was slowly learning to accept due to the 'difficulties' that accompanied her. Though perhaps that's what one gets for acting like fog is no big deal and snatching your best friend up for a quick little trip to the nearby creek.
It had been quite the chore getting to the Crystal Creek to begin with. Batpaw and Cloudypaw had been blindly stumbling around for a while before finally finding it. It certainly didn't help though, that the only reason they found it in the first place was because Batpaw had almost fallen into it.
But they had finally arrived at their destination. The unfortunate thing was that it would be even more of a hassle to get back to camp from here. That didn't matter all that much though, as Batpaw was determined to make this little outing at least moderately pleasant for her friend. It was the least she could do after dragging her through fog as thick as a Stoneclanner's winter coat.
"Sorry about that......I really wasn't expecting the fog to be that bad. A-at least we're here now, and I didn't fall into the water so that's a plus." Batpaw let out an awkward chuckle at her own little joke, hoping her attempt at comedy would lighten the mood a little.
Post by Fawntastic on Nov 11, 2016 21:40:54 GMT -5
"Oh I don't mind," Cloudypaw whispered, blinking warmly. "It's like being in the clouds. I feel like a bird, almost!" Wanting to try something, Cloudypaw put her back to the crystal creek to make sure she wouldn't accidentally land in it, gathered the strength into her legs, and sprang. The she-cat had been shaping up to be an excellent jumper, and with Nightstep's careful guidance, she could now leap and land with much more precision than ever before.
Cloudypaw leaped into the misty air, batting at the fog with sheathed paws, enjoying watching her white feet almost disappear in the dense weather. Landing cleanly a foxlength away from Batpaw, she turned and walked back, tail waving in a gentle shepherd's crook behind her. "Have you ever swam before, Batpaw? My mother never got the chance to teach us... and there was so few water during greenleaf, it never seemed like a good time."
Moving to the water's edge, Cloudypaw knelt down to lap up a few drops of the cool, fresh water, feeling it travel all the way to her stomach, causing a chilly shudder. It was refreshing. Cloudypaw didn't know how to explain it, but she felt safe in the fog. At the moment, going back to camp did not worry her; they weren't too terribly far.
And besides... If I go missing, Nightstep will find me.
Post by marshymutt on Dec 17, 2016 12:22:11 GMT -5
We're gonna play in the dark till it's golden again.
Cloudypaw's words brought some reassurance to the dark-pelted she-cat. She'd been worried that her friend wouldn't be able to enjoy their time together due to the weather but apparently she'd been wrong. It was actually quite strange, seeing a cat that enjoyed the fog as she had always seen it as a nuisance and some even thought it to be hazardous. Yet there Cloudypaw was, readily leaping up into the air and soaring through the thick mist that surrounded them.
When the young she-cat returned to the ground, an entire foxlength away from her, Batpaw was ecstatic. "Wow! You've gotten really good at leaping Cloudypaw!" She exclaimed, proud of her companion's progress. "Um, as for swimming though.....I've never really tried it before. Nobody ever really taught me how so I just never really thought about attempting it. Besides, my mother used to always tell me that Lightningclan cats aren't meant to swim. Even though I heard that she used to be pretty good at it when she was younger."
Blue eyes blinked shyly at Batpaw, the white-footed feline feeling a soft glow of warmth at her friend's compliment. With her mentor's help, she'd been working on her leaping - and especially her landing. It felt good to be noticed sometimes, especially by someone whose opinion she trusted and appreciated. "Then let's be careful," Cloudypaw mewed softly but not unkindly. "If neither of us can swim, then we're better off just staying right where we are - until the fog lifts?" Er... if it would? Cloudypaw looked at their surroundings, her eyes beginning to adjust to the dense ground-dwelling precipitation.
It's so pretty... I know some of us are upset it's making hunting hard but... Has anyone ever stopped to just appreciate it? From what her fathers had told her, this was a pretty rare occurrence. Rather, it didn't happen every year, so Cloudypaw felt fortunate indeed to have witnessed it. With the subject of family on the she-cat's mind, Cloudypaw turned to Batpaw, feeling like she could confide in her.
"Hey... Batpaw?" When the black-pelted feline's ears swiveled to catch her words, Cloudypaw continued, voice dropping to a worried whisper. "I'm... really really concerned about Niko. He won't take a Clan cat name. W-What if... W-What if Firestar kicks him out of the Clan?" Cloudypaw's intentions weren't turn the conversation onto darker things, but she'd never been very good at bottling things up. Rather, she'd never been very good at processing her own worries and turning that energy onto something more beneficial. Besides, Batpaw was her friend. And friends were there to confide in and tell secrets to, weren't they?