You Will Be Mist [HazePeregrine/HollySun] Oct 10, 2017 19:19:28 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Oct 10, 2017 19:19:28 GMT -5
She awoke to a lingering mist over the valley. The day was still young, far younger than what was expected of her duties, but today was a significant day. Today, the moon would appear split in half down its center, to cast its light upon the world below. She'd made a promise to a tortoiseshell tom, one she intended to keep. And so today, she would venture to the river's edge, far beyond the Tribe's lands. The sound of another stirring plucked her attention, pale green eyes drifting to the rising form of Dark Clouds of Gathering Storm.
Yesterday, she'd approached the gray and silver tabby, requesting his presence for the day. Storm had appeared hesitant to begin, but he'd agreed eventually. Whether Storm understood how literal her definition of 'for the day' was would be determined as the sun moved across the horizon. Blue eyes blinked at her, and the willowy Prey Hunter dipped her head in a gesture of good morning. Picking her way over the still sleeping bodies of her Tribe mates, she paused momentarily beside the Cave Guard posted for the night at the cave's entrance. Dubiousness flickered over Rose With Crimson Petals's features momentarily, gaze narrowing at the approach of her Prey Hunter sister.
"And where do you think you're going."
"To await Haze." She mewed, as though it made absolute sense. Rose's expression begged to differ.
As Storm fell into step with Peregrine, however, the ginger she-cat's gaze melted into one of pleasantness. She let them pass without further question, despite Rose's urge to grill her sister rearing its head from within. Peregrine hardly noticed, her paws leading her into the stillness of the early morning. Glancing over her shoulder slightly, she mewed distractedly. "If your hunger is pressing, I can pause to hunt us something now. Otherwise, we should cover as much ground as possible before sunhigh's approach renders travel less bearable." The older tom looked skeptical, though he didn't question her. "Let us travel, then." He replied.~~~
The sun had begun its journey across the sky by the time Storm requested Peregrine slow down. The long-legged she-cat's pace had barely faltered since starting that morning, her pale gaze captivated by the low hanging mist that seemed reluctant to depart. She'd been curiously casting her eyes to the sky, wondering if this was a sign from the Tribe of Endless Hunting, when Storm's voice had broken through her thoughts. Mountain rocks had started giving way to greener grasses, leaving the Prey Hunter to estimate they'd journeyed a little less than half of their required distance.
Her focus shifted to hunting, to provide for her Cave Guard companion. She'd barely noticed the claw pricks of hunger in her belly before, but now that she was focused on prey, it crept to the forefront of her mind. Thankfully, the Tribe of Endless Hunting smiled down upon them that day, for she found a confused mouse among the mist-strewn grounds. Her kill, though successful, was clumsy, the she-cat far more attuned to hunting the hard surfaces of the mountain rocks. Once they'd both been fed, their energy replenished, the pair continued wordlessly.~~~Although Storm may have been in disagreement (she wouldn't know, considering it never occurred to her to ask), the expedition seemed to fly by on the wings of an eagle to Peregrine. Before long, the sounds of the river filled her ears, and her paw steps hastened once more. With a muttered sound of displeasure, Storm's pace quickened to catch up as the lanky slope-faced she-cat drifted towards and through the river's water. The gray tom hesitated on the bank, uncertainty flickering over his features. With a brief glance over her shoulder, the long-legged feline called back.
"You may remain there, I will not venture out of line of sight." And with that, she continued, unintentionally dismissing any reply her Cave Guard escort may have had. As she pulled herself onto the opposite bank, coat dripping wet along her belly from her water-bound plodding, the peculiar she-cat's gaze ventured distantly over the horizon. The territory beyond this tree, Hazeheart's NightClan and so much more... It called to her, yet she kept her paws firmly rooted to the soil. Settling into a sit to wait, Peregrine considered the sky above her.
The Tribe of Endless Hunting was kind. She mused. Sunhigh is not yet upon us. He may still come.