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Post by BlooRey DVD 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.
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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.
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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. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Oct 10, 2017 19:28:24 GMT -5
Hazeheart45 Moons. Senior Warrior. NightClan. He had brought Smokefur a mouse, and a deeply felt thank you for all that she had done for him. His mother and father were given the same, and he parted from them with their well-wishes. The last cat he said goodbye to had been the hardest. I'll never forget you, Brightfeather. The tortoiseshell tom laid the last batch of greenleaf wildflowers over the place where she had been buried, his heart heavy but his soul weightless. It had taken him a day to convince Darkblaze that this was the right choice, and Hazeheart truly believed that if Darkblaze didn't have kits on the way, he would have dropped everything to come with him - but Hazeheart did not want to be safeguarded by his brother any longer.
He had to find his own path.
Bright ginger fur entered Hazeheart's peripheral vision, and he greeted Sunpulse with a calm smile that didn't fully meet his eyes. In truth, he was afraid of how Sunpulse would feel about this; would he feel betrayed? Abandoned? Would they cease to be friends as soon as he ceased smelling like a NightClan cat? A few moons ago, and Hazeheart would have adamently promised they'd always be friends. That they'd always trust one another.
But a few moons ago, Sunpulse had been a different cat.
That's why Hazeheart, in another moment of courage (he seemed to having a lot of those lately), asked Sunpulse to walk with him to Peregrine's meeting spot. He did not want to become another loss in Sunpulse's life, so if they could talk while they traveled, Hazeheart held tight to the hope that he could minimize the damage.
Hazeheart looked at the pines and oaks and ferns he had known all his life. The Clan that had raised him, that had shaped who he was; his heart was as heavy as a river stone, and for a second he thought he might suffocate from the feeling alone. But, with a deep breath, and another ounce of courage he couldn't explain, Hazeheart turned towards the NightClan border.
The Tribe would help him find out who he could be.
"If... you didn't want to go with me," the tortoiseshell tom spoke gently, though it hurt to say those words. "You don't have to, Sunpulse." Though he wanted to make sure their friendship ended on a high note, he didn't want to push the sullen ginger warrior too far.
Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 403 Words // BlooRey DVD // Notes
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 10, 2017 20:03:28 GMT -5
44 Moons Tom NightClanAlthough little more than a fine mist covered the valley, the ginger tom's thoughts were suffocating beneath roiling storm clouds. Somewhere, he knew his recent actions hardly qualified him as the greatest of friends (he lacked the energy for much of anything these days), but he couldn't help the sting of betrayal bubbling within him. It felt as though Hazeheart had swatted him across the muzzle, when truthfully all the tortoiseshell had asked of him was to travel beyond NightClan's borders with him. Hazeheart might as well have stolen the breath from right beneath his muzzle, for since his friend's request, Sunpulse had failed to even breathe steadily.
The ginger tom remained statuesque by NightClan's burial ground as the tortoiseshell tom dolled out his final goodbyes. Dull amber eyes focused on the ground at his paws, unable to find it within him to follow Hazeheart with his gaze as what must have been his only remaining friend prepared to depart. What else did he have here? Even Moondance was often preoccupied with other things these days. Who would want to be near him anyway, when he no longer possessed the energy for friendliness and common courtesy.
I don't blame her. He thought bitterly of his sister. And I don't blame him. Claws curled into the ground below, scratching whatever they could find. What else is left here, anyway? His lip twitched in the beginnings of a silent snarl, but he forced himself to temper it. Hazeheart's reappearance helped him control the sudden spike of rage, the ginger tom's neck straightening stiffly as he rose out of his hunched, waiting posture. Falling into step silently with Hazeheart, the ginger warrior found it within him to meet his friend's gaze as the tortoiseshell's words filled the air.
Sunpulse observed Hazeheart briefly, his hardened gaze bordering on critical as he silently assessed his friend. For a split second, the rhymeless warrior considered taking the offered out. That notion was quickly extinguished as a flicker of sorrow, bordering on affection, danced behind his otherwise empty amber gaze. I understand. This is what's best for you. Take me with you. But the moment was fleeting, and with a thousand thoughts left unsaid, Sunpulse turned his attention elsewhere. What escaped his maw for the time being was a rather monotone declaration of "We should hurry. If you want to make it on time."
With every pawstep, the ginger tom more seriously considered leaving NightClan behind to join his last remaining friend. All that passed through his mind was the repeating mantra: What else is left here? -- Word Count: ~410 words Tags: Fawn Notes: Hope you weren't expecting a cheery bugger XD
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Post by Fawn on Oct 11, 2017 17:15:41 GMT -5
Hazeheart45 Moons. Senior Warrior. NightClan. "We should hurry. If you want to make it on time."
It was not the refusal Hazeheart had pictured, but something in the bland way his best friend spoke still dredged up an intense feeling of... of loss. This wasn't the Sunpulse who had been his friend since kithood; not really. This was a shadow, left behind when the sun had vanished below the horizon line and there were only a few glimmered stars to offer any light.
Hazeheart walked beside him, unhappy with the silence but with no knowledge of how to repair it. The journey would be long; they couldn't spend the entirety of it like this, could they? The tortoiseshell tom raised his head, letting his gaze stretch along the unmarked path they took along NightClan's territory. It wasn't long before they could detect the whiff of fish and river-water, strongest where a recent patrol of RainClan cats had renewed the markers.
Hazeheart gave it a wide berth, not wanting to cause trouble for the Clan he was leaving behind. What a lousy parting gift.
"Sunpulse?" He mewed, waiting until he saw the flick of the ginger tom's ear to prove he was listening. "Are you ever going to rhyme again? Even winter ends, you can't stay like this forever." A scoff was expected. A dismissing tail twitch, a roll of his eyes. Hazeheart didn't pretend not to be worried for his best friend. What if he left, and Sunpulse never returned to how he was?
So focused on what was in front of him, the warrior was unaware of the black feline following them, her green eyes piercing the gloomy shadows she traipsed through.
Hazeheart stiffened when the wind carried Hollystorm's scent near them, as if this conversation had conjured the reason for Sunpulse's continuing depression. Hazeheart surprised himself with how angry he felt, his teeth bared. Was she here?
Only the distant river-roar, and the noise of morning birds could be heard when he stopped to listen. Maybe she had hunted here earlier? If that was the case, then she wasn't here now.
"Let's hurry," mewed Hazeheart, uncharacteristically gruff. He didn't want to leave it to chance, though. If Hollystorm was in the area, then he wouldn't let her anywhere near Sunpulse—not when she'd clawed his heart up for bedding.
Hazeheart touched his tail to Sunpulse's flank and took the lead, moving more quickly than was normal. We can still make good time, he assured himself, not for the first time annoyed by his condition. They would have to stop a few times. Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 403 Words // BlooRey DVD // Notes
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 12, 2017 18:04:28 GMT -5
44 Moons Tom NightClanThe light ginger tabby half-stalked next to his kithood friend, apparently not bothered by the silence that had befallen them. Dull amber eyes stared ahead, sweeping over territory that had long since become familiar. A fleeting sense of intrigue flickered through him as he considered how NightClan had almost become... Boring to him. Blackened trees. Eternal marshes. Darkness. NightClan hadn't changed in recent moons, yet now he could hardly bare it. What a thought; since his lightheartedness had been smothered, he could no longer tolerate the bland and lightless life associated for so long with NightClan.
Again, he considered leaving with Hazeheart.
He barely noted RainClan's scent drifting on the breeze, dismissing it as something unpleasant tickling his senses. His friend's voice, however, did draw his attention. Flicking an ear toward Hazeheart, Sunpulse cast a sidelong glance in the tortoiseshell tom's direction. Admittedly, the question caught him off guard momentarily, and for a minuscule moment, the emotionless mask he wore cracked. Sorrow glittered in his eyes, accented by the sharp pain radiating from the metaphorical thorn embedded in his heart.
Just as quickly as it had fallen, the mask slid back into place accompanied by a short exhale. "Leafbare ends when Newleaf's warmth returns to the valley. Guess we'll have to see what StarClan has in store for Newleaf." He stated gruffly, covering any sign of grief beneath a rough voice. His tabby tail lashed briefly, his steps lengthening slightly as though he might outrun his problems. "Besides, you were pretty much the only one who didn't think it was annoying." He added more quietly, an afterthought given voice almost subconsciously.
Hazeheart's sudden change of pace left the rhymeless tom alarmed. Despite Sunpulse's increased stride, his narcoleptic friend strode by him as if it were nothing. Hazeheart's scent passing so close distracted him from any outside scents, leaving Sunpulse to readjust his pace to keep up. Pulling up alongside Hazeheart's shoulder, the amber eyed tom looked almost quizzical when he glanced at the other tom. "Sure it's a good idea?" He questioned monotonously, knowing that Hazeheart's body rarely agreed with sustained increases of adrenaline. Still, he wouldn't force the tortoiseshell to slow down if this was the pace he wanted to uphold.
He really wants to get out of NightClan. Thought the ginger tom, struggling to ignore the way his heart seized at the revelation. -- Word Count: ~380 words Tags: Fawn Notes: Nuuu Sunpulse, that's not why!
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; Yet the light of a bright world dies with the dying Sun
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Post by Fawn on Oct 12, 2017 19:18:23 GMT -5
Hazeheart & Hollystorm "I'm sure," said Hazeheart, a little winded. It wasn't a pace he was used to, but he wanted to get as much distance covered as they possibly could. The terrain was growing unfamiliar as they followed the scent line. "We'll slow down when we reach the river," Hazeheart declared, but this stalwart attitude faltered after the first quarter of an hour.
NightClan territory was nowhere in sight, but then again Hazeheart's vision wasn't the most reliable. Not when his heart was hammering like this, and he felt grogginess surging in with each pulse to claim his consciousness. He managed a few more steps before he stumbled, hitting a (thankfully soft) patch of grass and late-blooming greenleaf flowers with a small grunt.
The tom's paws twitched in protest as if he still wanted to move forward, but his body would not allow it. The grass blades were drawn in - and then gently blown away by the snoring inhale and peaceful exhale.
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Hollystorm stepped from the cover of shadow, seeing no sense in hiding now that the duo were forced to stop. Hazeheart had caught her scent, or a scent, and that had been the cause of the tortoiseshell tom's breakneck pace. Though she took a step forward to sniff their fallen Clanmate, making sure he hadn't injured himself, it was clear from the way her posture - and soon her gaze - were angled towards Sunpulse that she was really here for him.
"You're wrong, you know." She said quietly, green eyes reflecting emotions she was struggling to express. Hollystorm had inherited her father's poor social talents, finding it easier to insult than confess to being wrong or being... "Hazeheart's not the only one who didn't find it annoying." His rhyming had been, sometimes, the brightest part of her nights. No matter what Blackwolf said, Sunpulse deserved to be commended for his wit and his charm, that warmth infectious as well as endearing.
He was not typical NightClan stock. Hollystorm had thought him strange at first, but that hadn't lasted long. Not when he'd somehow insisted on spilling light into the shadows of her heart, in a way that chased out some of that cool ambition she'd been born with. That part of her that was convinced she could walk through this world alone, without need of companionship. He'd proved her wrong. Words: 388 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 13, 2017 12:49:16 GMT -5
44 Moons Tom NightClanUncertain eyes slipped to his tortoiseshell friend with every second stride, the ginger tom's own body working hard to uphold the pace Hazeheart had selected. A nagging sensation in the back of his mind told him to force his friend to slow down, but before the ginger tom could fully grasp its beck and call, the other NightClan tom's body surrendered to the drowsiness that must have been howling for him. Hazehert collapsed like a ton of rocks, dropping to the ground mid-step and forcing Sunpulse to stagger to a halt a few paw steps ahead.
Quick to return to his friend's side, Sunpulse pressed his nose to the tom's flank, searching out signs of life. Locating them, he'd been about to sit down to keep guard and await Hazeheart's awakening when a scent crashed into him. Instances later, his dull amber gaze snapped onto the dark coated form of Hollystorm as she approached and paused to check on Hazeheart. Sunpulse's mind went blank, unable to grasp an appropriate response to seeing Hollystorm here of all places. For a moment, he was the poster child of surprise, eyes wide and ears pressed forward. And then she spoke, and it was as though someone struck him.
His ears pivoted backward slightly, the ginger tom taking a subconscious step back as he stared at her. Scrutinizing the black she-cat, Sunpulse snapped every guard he could think of back in place to shield himself from possible harm. Though her words tried to pry into his heart, he shut them out and stared evenly at her. His jaw worked, teeth grinding together as his mind scrambled to find words to toss back at her. Eventually, he flicked an ear and looked away from her toward the distant river.
Fixated on the landmark, Sunpulse allowed himself to slowly descend into a seated position. "Blackwolf despises it enough for the both of you, then." He said simply. His tail-tip twitched from where it lay among the grass, and his dull eyes narrowed. "If this is about your brother's training, I'm working on it." Honestly, Sunpulse couldn't figure out why Blackwolf hadn't simply requested a new mentor for Coyotepaw. If he was distasteful enough to warrant Blackwolf sending his daughter to torment Sunpulse, then another arrangement should have been made for Coyotepaw. Training a previously injured and recently disrespectful apprentice who didn't seem to want to be trained wasn't a walk in the moss fields.
If someone else wanted to take a strike at it after all the moons Sunpulse had given it, fine. He'd find himself a place among the Tribe with Hazeheart. -- Word Count: ~420 words Tags: Fawn Notes: T_____T
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Post by Fawn on Oct 17, 2017 17:54:12 GMT -5
30 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan. Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
She had hurt him. That much was clear. Hollystorm heard every word he spoke, but they became secondary indicators of Sunpulse's true feelings - he was guarding himself. The primary indicators became his posture, those minute ways in how he moved or how he spoke. The silence between his words.
"That's not why I'm here." Her brother would finish his training when he finished his training. She could not speed up the process - and besides, Hollystorm was staying out of her brother's way. Obviously her... talk with Sunpulse a few seasons ago had developed a few negative repurcussions. It was as if any path she took, she would be snapping bones under her paws and keeping this from becoming a quiet, forgotten thing.
"I didn't follow you to ask you about Coyotepaw's training," she said coolly, beginning again. "I followed you to tell you I--"
The unconscious lump of tortoiseshell fur stirred, and Hollystorm hissed in frustration as Hazeheart came to. Her chance to be alone with Sunpulse had been ruined, and to add a little more venom to the wound, when the tom awoke, he bared his teeth at her - fur fluffed out.
"Oh not you," he growled. "Haven't you hurt him enough? Hollystorm, we don't need an escort. Go back to the Clan. Please."
Hollystorm's eyes narrowed into cold blades of green, tail whipping once, twice, like an agitated snake. "I'm not here to hurt him further. This doesn't concern you, Hazeheart."
"It does when it concerns Sunpulse!" Hazeheart swore adamently, and the two cats locked gazes, Sunpulse temporarily forgotten as they waged a private war between themselves.
It was obvious to her that if he kept getting riled up, he would fall asleep soon - mid sentence, even - and Hazeheart seemed to understand this too. He took a deep breath, forcing his fur to lie flat. Hollystorm regarded him with cold acceptance, both impressed by Hazeheart's loyalty and annoyed by the stupid drowsy furball getting in the way of what she was trying to say.
Stepping into Sunpulse's line of sight, Hollystorm's heart reached out to him. She moved close enough to invoke a sense of privacy despite Hazeheart looking on, and spoke lowly but clearly even if he was seeing right past her. Or right through her. "Do you remember what I said last season, Sunshine?" Hollystorm's tone softened. "I said we were taking a break. I'm here to make sure this doesn't turn into a goodbye." StarClan, her throat had suddenly tightened, and she shook off that rush of emotion with a flick of each ear.
The black she-cat leaned forward as if about to brush her muzzle against his cheek, but thought better of it. "I am not letting go, Sunpulse." Refused to let this be the end of them. Hollystorm glanced at Hazeheart, who was watching with a carefully neutral expression. Embarrassment made her skin burn beneath her pelt, but she blurted the lines she'd been judiciously rehearsing on the walk over.
"Go to the mountains, look, and see--but make sure, when you're done, that you come back to me."
Rhyming felt so clumsy and strange, but Hollystorm had forced the words out, and with an awkward clearing of her throat, she stepped back to give him space. "Good luck," mewed the black warrioress to Hazeheart. "I hope you find what you've been looking for." And I hope you come home, Sunpulse. I'll be waiting.
Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 2, 2017 20:27:23 GMT -5
44 Moons Tom NightClanDull amber eyes blinked at the tortoiseshell tom’s vehement defense. Sunpulse’s tail twitched in a flicker of surprise, before his focus was wrenched back to the dark pelted she-cat. Her shift in stance did not go unnoticed, nor did her words. His jaw clenched fractionally, and the ginger tom had to stop himself from shooting back a bitter comment. You said a lot of things last season. But he forced himself to listen, his features impassive as she continued to plead her case.
Ginger ears snapped back and his chin pulled up slightly as she made to step toward him. But, she thought better of it before any contact occurred. There was a time when Sunpulse thought he knew Hollystorm to a significant degree. Even now, he could pick up on her unease, as though she were contemplating something of which she was uncertain. Whatever it was, she got over it, sharing words the sun-colored tom had never quite expected from her lips. The lilting rhythm to the sentence did not go unnoticed, either.
He couldn’t quite figure out what to feel. The collision of emotions, still hidden behind a stony mask, caused bile to rise in his throat. Dull eyes observed her as she stepped back, putting space between them and partially lifting the suffocating tension that had settled over him. Hollystorm was talking to Hazeheart now, but the tom hardly notice. His mind replayed her rhyming words, considering both their meaning and his feelings toward them. When Hollystorm’s gaze returned to him, a rigidness settled in his muscles. Standing just a little straighter, Sunpulse evaluated her a moment longer before turning away.
“I’m not leaving. Not yet.” He stated simply. “I have an apprentice to train. I have a sister to speak with. See you back at camp.” And with that, he picked up a new pace, expecting Hazeheart to catch up. Only when adequate distance separated him from Hollystorm, only when the sickening grip on his heart released ever so slightly, did he slow down. Determined not to let conversation slip back to the dark she-cat, Sunpulse picked a topic of conversation and spoke in his new characteristically flat tone. “Where did you say you were meeting this Tribe cat.” -- Word Count: ~375 words Tags: Fawn Notes: He'll get better >> Eventually
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Post by Fawn on Nov 5, 2017 7:41:27 GMT -5
Hazeheart45 Moons. Senior Warrior. NightClan. "I'm not leaving. Not yet."
Hazeheart's pelt prickled. Was Sunpulse planning to join him when he'd finished training Coyotepaw? But that doesn't seem right. There was a difference between leaving because it felt like the right thing to do, and leaving because of a soured relationship. Was the broken connection with Hollystorm really worth turning his back on the whole Clan? My leaving isn't helping either, Hazeheart's paw steps seemed heavy with the weight of his sullen thoughts.
If the black-pelted feline had anything to say in retaliation, Hollystorm kept those words to herself and did not break stride.
Knowing better than to comment or question Sunpulse about that lover's quarrel, Hazeheart shook himself off and kept walking. The two toms kept up a decent pace, though Hazeheart had to take time to gather his breath before answering. "I'm meant to meet her where the river flows into the valley." How long had they been walking already? And I have many, many pawsteps still to go. His journey would not end when he finally found Peregrine.
It was close to sunhigh when they finally lost RainClan's border scent, and Hazeheart's stomach twisted with nerves, excitement pinging through him as he spotted the clump of trees Peregrine had told him about. "She's there," he mewed with hushed surprise, as if he hadn't really... expected this to happen.
There was no going back now.
"Do you want to meet her?" The tortoiseshell tom faced his best friend, putting a question between them rather than a painful goodbye. Hazeheart smiled, though the expression looked muted - as if it couldn't fully reach his blue-green eyes. Peregrine was impossible to mistake for any other cat; Hazeheart's short splotched tail waved, despite the slight tremble in his paws. This is it.
I'm really going.
Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 298 Words // BlooRey DVD // Notes
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 8, 2017 10:42:44 GMT -5
44 Moons Tom NightClanHazeheart's near-disbelief echoed in his voice as he whispered a pawful of simple words. Sunpulse followed the tortoiseshell tom's gaze with dull amber eyes, until they landed upon the form of a cat seated near a tree. Her ears (he assumed it was a she-cat, for Hazeheart had seemed to recognize her) pricked up at their approach, her long limbs unfolding from where she'd been seated. The first thing he noticed was the steep angle formed between the tips of the she-cat's ears and the end of her muzzle. Orange paws faltered in their step slightly, the ginger tom falling behind his friend as they closed the distance.
Closer inspection revealed the lithe she-cat's appearance to be vaguely reminiscent of Ratfur. Her features, however, were much less subdued, her pale green eyes glimmering with an almost... Aloof intelligence. He was momentarily distracted from the leggy she-cat by a form on the other side of the river. A tom was pacing back and forth, eyes intent on the she-cat in question. Another Tribe cat? He thought flatly, his gaze daring to venture back to Hazeheart's apparent guide. She stepped toward them two pawsteps, each motion graced by an elegance that could not be taught.
It was as she moved that he registered the sharpness of her bone structure, as though she was made entirely of angles. The tom on the opposite bank didn't have the same litheness to him, so it was unlikely starvation was the cause. This, at least, brought Sunpulse mild comfort. Hazeheart wouldn't starve to death; it was just how the odd she-cat was built. His tortoiseshell friend's voice broke the silence, and Sunpulse blinked at his friend a moment. He hesitated briefly, but eventually dipped his head in a slight nod, following the splotched tom as he approached the peculiar cat.
Dull amber eyes watched the she-cat's tail wave from one side to the other, and noticed the tilt of her head (mostly thanks to those ears). He couldn't quite place it, but for some reason it made her look a little more... Joyous? As though she were happy to see Hazeheart, despite lacking any form of smile or purr. Flicking his gaze to Hazeheart, the sun colored tom hesitated again. His presence didn't seem to disturb the brown tabby she-cat in the slightest. "Hazeheart, the true of heart." She remarked in a tone somewhere between absent and amiable.
"I was beginning to doubt whether you would come." Had that been... Was she teasing him? Sunpulse blinked again, completely uncertain as to how to read this Tribe cat. He was wholly unprepared when her vivid gaze landed upon him. "Warrior of NightClan." She commented, a paw extending before her as she lowered her chest and head to him in the slightest of bows. "A friend of Haze is a friend of mine. Cry of Hunting Peregrine, from the Tribe of Forgotten Waters, though Peregrine will suit. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She announced, and the tom found himself blinking dumbly at her once more.
"Uh... Sunpulse, of NightClan." He answered her uncertainly, his ginger ears flicking to reflect that feeling. Swallowing slightly, he continued, his voice flatter as he reined in his surprise. "You... Are here to take Hazeheart to your home..?" Peregrine dipped her sloped muzzle with a blink of her pale green eyes, before her gaze shifted to Hazeheart. "If such is his wish." With the statement made, Sunpulse couldn't help but glance to his friend as well. Last chance. He thought to himself monotonously. -- Word Count: ~580 words Tags: Fawn Notes: Sunpulse.exe has stopped working XD
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Post by Fawn on Nov 10, 2017 16:25:00 GMT -5
Hazeheart45 Moons. Senior Warrior. NightClan. Peregrine's strange manner of being was like a breath of fresh air. Hazeheart smiled fully, feeling some of his nerves become more... bearable now that he did not have to walk through this next stage of his life alone. I've never truly been alone. Not really. As a warrior of NightClan, he had Sunpulse and Darkblaze and Brightfeather by his side. The time had come, however, to let go of the old life he'd led for the past 45 moons.
Foxfern had given him his blessing. His parents respected his choice. Sunpulse had gone with him to the end of the river, even though he didn't have to. Turning to face his bewildered, bemused, befuddled best friend, Hazeheart prodded Sunpulse in his ginger-furred shoulder. "I know this feels and looks like goodbye. And in a way, it is." Teal eyes found golden, though the light had been lost for a while now. "Every half moon, I will come back to this spot." He glanced at Peregrine. Would she help him make that journey? It was a lot to ask of her, but he hoped Peregrine's wanderlust and curiosity over the valley would bring her to agree to his plan. Hazeheart continued, tone softened by emotion. "I'd be great to see you again, and anyone else that wants to come here."
Just because they were going to be part of different worlds didn't mean their friendship had to end. He wasn't a rogue. He was leaving of his own free will, and given permission to do so. There was no animosity between NightClan and the Tribe of Forgotten Waters. Hazeheart would have to pray that it lasted, and this would not be the last time he saw Sunpulse.
Hazeheart exhaled, the sound as soft as a mouse's sigh. "I'm ready, Peregrine." The Tribe awaited. It was a little late to be asking, but the tortoiseshell couldn't stop the apprehensive dip of his ears. "Are you certain I will be welcome there?" Are they all as odd as she is? A part of him hoped so. Peregrine, though peculiar the same way a mouse with wings was peculiar, had shown him nothing but kindness and patience. Two things he always found himself in short supply of.
Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 368 Words // BlooRey DVD // Notes
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 12, 2017 11:24:46 GMT -5
The leggy Tribe she-cat stood some tail lengths from Hazeheart and the golden warrior called Sunpulse, politely observing their demeanor toward one another. Her large ears captured every word exchanged between the two, though her pale green gaze remained on the golden tom. He appeared rather... Dejected to the huntress, and she couldn't help but wonder what was causing him such chagrin. Could it be entirely attributed to Hazeheart's departure? If so, wouldn't it be logical for Sunpulse to join them as well? Despite her wandering thoughts, the tall she-cat held her tongue until Hazeheart glanced her way.
Her muzzle inclined fractionally at his unspoken question. He would appreciate a guide for the first few trips, I presume. She thought to herself. The valley was fascinating to her, and she knew she'd adore getting to see as much of it as she could. The journey would be difficult during the Time of Frozen-Water, but it would certainly be beautiful. Her attention danced back to Sunpulse as the sun-colored tom seemed to swallow around something unpleasant in his throat. She watched as he moved to his tortoiseshell friend, briefly pressing his nose to Hazeheart's ear. She only barely caught the quiet exchange of words.
"I hope you find what you're looking for with the Tribe."
Her ear twitched as those dull, yet somehow fierce golden eyes locked on her. With a curious list of her head, she awaited whatever it was this warrior of NightClan had to share with her.
"... Take care of him." When he spoke, there was a tightness to his voice, though Sunpulse held his head high. Her tail moved slowly behind her, and she held his gaze evenly. "I will, on the promise of my own life." She stated simply. Sunpulse seemed satisfied with that, and with a final glance of farewell shared between friends, Hazeheart indicated he was ready.
Guiding Hazeheart across the river carefully, Peregrine rejoined her travel companion. Storm seemed mildly on edge, and the brown tabby wondered if it was due to her sudden abandonment of him. Once certain Hazeheart was safely on the same bank, she blinked kindly at him. "Hazeheart, this is one of the Cave Guards of our Tribe, Dark Clouds of Gathering Storm. You may refer to him as Storm." Despite his annoyance, the Cave Guard nodded his head politely to Hazeheart, taking the lead back home.
Peregrine couldn't resist the desire to look back at the landscape they would be leaving behind. In doing so, her gaze landed upon the lone figure of the golden NightClan tom, staring at the grass between his paws. After another heartbeat, Sunpulse rose and turned away, plodding none-too-rapidly back in the direction he'd come. Hazeheart's voice brought her back to this side of the river. She considered his question for a moment, her tail flicking to and fro. "You will not be turned away. You will find a place in the Tribe, as I did."
From up ahead, Storm added his own two pebbles. "We can't promise everyone will instantly welcome you. You will be required to earn your place among us. But the Tribe will give you the chance to do so. That is all we can promise you." Peregrine nodded her head in agreement, before considering Hazeheart. "Still your wish to continue?" Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Nov 16, 2017 9:54:26 GMT -5
Hazeheart45 Moons. Senior Warrior. NightClan. Hazeheart watched Sunpulse's lone figure disappear back into the forest. He withheld a sigh. Will you be there, next half moon? StarClan, he hoped so. But Hazeheart had no control over what his friend decided to do or not do; only time would tell. Hazeheart turned back to the tribe cats in time to hear introductions.
Storm's name was just as much of a mouthful as Peregrine's, and Hazeheart resisted the urge to ask what their leader's name was. He Who Makes All The Decisions? A mrrow bubbled up in the back of the tortoiseshell tom's throat, but he somehow managed to hold it back. Storm spoke up, and Hazeheart deferred to the Cave-Guard's wisdom with an understanding nod. "That's all I can ask of you. Thank you, Storm. And thank you, Peregrine. I hope the journey wasn't too difficult to make." With Peregrine's long legs and urge to roam, Hazeheart could picture her enjoying her return to the valley - even if he'd made her wait a little.
These cats are my new Clanmates. Tribemates. What was his new name going to be? Hazeheart was attached to 'Haze'; it was what he'd been called all his life. And yet... Maybe this new life meant he should embrace a complete change? He was going to be a Tribe cat. A prey-hunter, not a warrior. And he would need a prey-hunter's name - one that did not necessarily reflect the life he'd had in NightClan. Perhaps this was symbolic, too. His life had been... half-lived. Hazy.
But now, it was becoming clear. Hazeheart shivered, finally starting to feel the water on his legs from the crossing. He answered Peregrine's question with actions, not words, and stepped forward to show that he was ready. He was ready, and there was a keenness in the tortoiseshell tom's eyes that indicated he had more than enough questions for Peregrine and Storm to keep them all busy on the journey to the Oasis.
To 'home'. Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 328 Words // BlooRey DVD // Notes: Thread end?
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