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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 6, 2018 22:23:36 GMT -5
50 Moons Tom NightClanThe ginger tom rolled his shoulders, gaze turning toward the camp entrance distantly. It was still relatively early in the morning, and he'd yet to eat but... He'd also not done anything to benefit the Clan. A logical step would be to head out hunting now before his hunger grew too great to ignore. He'd be of no use to anyone when that occurred. But that left the question of who to go hunting with. His amber gaze drifted over the stirring Clan, looking for any sort of familiar figure who's company he might succeed in tolerating on that particular day. Someone who wouldn't ask questions, or fret over him...
It was then he noticed a familiar tortoiseshell she-cat not too far away. Echobreeze was a gentle, but timid she-cat who didn't go out of her way to butt into the business of others. She was pretty much the perfect companion for such an adventure; she was extremely unlikely to refuse a hunting expedition with him, and equally unlikely to ask questions. As he turned to walk toward her, however, another form beat him to it. He startled slightly as Echobreeze's daughter, Cobrastrike, seemed to materialize out of nowhere to speak to her mother.
Sunpulse blinked, as though trying to clear his mind. For the briefest of moments, his eyes lost sight of the brown coat and sharp yellow eyes of the young warrioress. Instead, his mind painted in a sleek black coat, and unmistakably green eyes. Blinking in alarm, Sunpulse shook his head before altering direction. He paused awkwardly near the center of camp, staring down at his ginger paws as his mind jumped back to not too long ago. About eight sunrises ago, he'd made a promise to Hollystorm. A promise to try again.
Once, they'd been close. Yet somehow, life had dragged them so far apart. They'd fallen out of sync with one another, so that every movement they made clashed horribly with the other. He'd shut her out from his heart, believing that she'd never wanted anything more out of him than a convenient distraction. But a screaming match had revealed the mistakes they'd both made, the lies he'd poisoned himself with. And he'd told her that he would give it all another chance. "I want to walk and hunt with you again, Sunpulse." Her words still rung in his ears, leaving him to glance toward the warrior den.
Despite the uncertainty prickling his pelt, he pushed forward, ducking back into the den he'd left not all that long ago. Dull amber eyes searched for a familiar ebony pelt, eventually finding her on the side opposite of his nest. Weaving his way through the still rousing forms, he slowed to a stop at her side. With a soft clearing of his throat, he flicked his ginger tabby tail against her flank and waited until she cracked an eye open. "Hollystorm..." He started, the words drying on his tongue as he met her familiar gaze.
Realizing he'd hesitated too long already, the sun-colored tom forced himself to continue. "I was... Going to go hunting. If... You were interested in accompanying me, I'd... Be grateful for your company." He could feel the urge to back away rising in his muscles, but he forced himself to stay put, waiting for whatever answer she might give him. -- Word Count: ~500 words Tags: Fawn Notes: Is there hope here >> -not so subtly points at quote below-
Believe that it is darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. You will see it when you believe it.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2018 8:23:51 GMT -5
Baby I need light, I need fire 36 Moons Warrior NightClan "You lead, I'll follow."
The black she-cat unfurled from the shadows, her green eyes piercing and intent as they fixed onto Sunpulse's face. His name was still so accurate; in the overwhelming gloom of the warriors' den, when she'd opened her eyes at his summons, his bright ginger appearance had been like an unexpected shaft of sunlight.
Nowadays, however, there was always a chance for rain.
Hollystorm fluidly exited the den, taking the time to stretch her muscles - first the front legs then the back, then a high arch of her spine - as well as calm her anxious heart. She didn't enjoy these feelings, these little creeping doubts. Somehow, the chance for mistakes seemed more likely under the illuminating light of morning. Most of the Clan was just now heading to bed. Unlike most Clans, their dawn patrol was commonly the last patrol of their day, and the Clan would return to periods of high activity once dusk began to fall.
Though an interrupted sleep was hardly her favorite thing to wake up to, Hollystorm made an exception for him.
Ghostpaw would still be sleeping off the night's battle training, and thus, when the black-furred warrioress found Sunpulse's gaze again, she felt no guilt at their little hunting trip. "Let's stop by the pond first." There would be dew-speckled grass aplenty, but Hollystorm preferred to drink from NightClan's main body of water. The chance for frogs - and thus to kill two birds with one stone - was something she considered favorable.
Hollystorm didn't cut corners like Bonetail. Rather, she tried to maximize her advantages as she happened across them.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 2, 2018 21:37:37 GMT -5
50 Moons Tom NightClanWhen her voice slipped from her maw as the ebony warrioress unfurled herself from her nest, the ginger tom took a careful step back, giving her room to rise. He allowed her to exit the den first, following her fluid movements with his own, and ducking out into the early morning sunlight. It didn't take him long to identify the slight discomfort in her posture, likely due to being out at such a time. As their name suggested, NightClan typically operated, well... At night. With a name like Sunpulse, he'd always been a little out of place. It would seem that, in recent moons, he'd somehow made himself even more a misfit.
Clearing his throat softly, he offered her a small and sheepish smile. "Sorry, I guess I got myself used to a different schedule. Forgot about the whole NightClan thing, it seems." He tried to keep his tone lighthearted, but for the tom who used to speak in lilting, flowing rhymes, this rhythmless verse felt heavy on his tongue. With an awkward flick of his ear, he glanced out toward the territory. It would seem she took pity on him, for she offered a starting location in the form of the pond.
With a slightly more self-assured nod, the ginger furred tom's amber eyes locked onto the direction of their newfound destination. Trusting she would follow or fall into step as she pleased, Sunpulse picked a pace that was both quick enough to shake off any lingering sleep, but not so quick as to exhaust them before they'd even begun their task. Casting a sideways glance to his raven-furred companion, the senior warrior's jaws parted as he prepared another question. Careful not to speak too loudly so as to scare off any potential prey, the sun-colored tom opened an avenue for conversation.
"How is Ghostpaw's training progressing?" He inquired, eyes resettling on the path sprawling out ahead of him. He couldn't tell if he wanted to journey to pass by more quickly, or to stretch on forever. They walk along a thorn-shape edge now, when before everything had always seemed so easy. He missed that, he realized with a deep ache in his chest. StarClan above, he missed how they'd once been so... In sync. Now it felt like for every step he took to the right, she moved left. And because of it, they'd ended up standing so very far apart.
He still wondered if it was a distance they would be able to close once more.
He hoped so. -- Word Count: ~410 words Tags: Fawn Notes: Laaaaaaate >> I'm sorry
Believe that it is darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. You will see it when you believe it.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 4, 2018 0:18:03 GMT -5
Baby I need light, I need fire 36 Moons Warrior NightClan "Can't say I'm surprised, Sunpulse." Hollystorm hummed in amusement, letting the discomfort of the hour roll off her like water from a duck's back. It would be far too ironic if a cat named for the sun preferred the nightlife instead; Sunpulse's ginger coat wasn't meant exclusively for shadows and moonlight. It was the most brilliant during the day.
As Hollystorm lowered her muzzle to drink from the cool, dark waters of the ambush pond, her ear flicked to catch his question. He asked about Ghostpaw. Hollystorm hesitated. Was he asking, because he feared a repeat of her mentorship with Coalmask? Was he asking to make sure she wasn't neglecting yet another apprentice? A venomous twinge made her heart ache. Hollystorm raised her head, swiping her tongue across her jaws for any water droplets, buying herself time to answer.
Let it go, Hollystorm. You're never going to get anywhere with him if you both keep making mountains out of molehills. If there was going to be trust - and friendship - then she needed to start giving him the benefit of the doubt. "It's going well," said Hollystorm. Finally settling on an answer, the black warrioress recounted her last few training sessions. "He's polite and studious. I don't know where he gets it from - probably Lilyfrost's side of the family."
The funny part was that she was absolutely serious. There was no chance Ghostpaw's good manners could have come from the same family line that had sired the likes of Blackwolf, Ghostlight, and her brother. Must have been all Lilyfrost's genes, if Hollystorm had to bet prey on it, she'd bet on that. "He's no champion fighter." Hollystorm continued. "But that's fine. It's a miracle Blackwolf hasn't said anything about it. Either he doesn't care, or he doesn't know."
Hollystorm wasn't sure which was worse. An apathetic grandparent, or a grandparent who criticized and belittled his kin in the hopes of pushing them to be better? It was a strategy that worked, sometimes. Bonetail had been pushed, and that had only cemented his decision to be the laziest cat in NightClan. Hollystorm had been pushed - and pushed again by the competitiveness she felt with her father's last (and supposedly brightest) apprentice, Darkstorm.
Was she a better warrior for it? Hollystorm flexed her claws, trying to get an outsider's view of herself.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Dec 22, 2018 7:50:10 GMT -5
50 Moons Tom NightClanLowering his ginger muzzle to the water’s edge, the sunny warrior lapped at the water to fill the silence between them. Hollystorm must have been considering his words, picking an answer best suited to the question he’d posed. He’d hoped to bring it up to show he harboured no ill-will, considering the scenario that had driven them apart in the first place. The sun-coloured warrior wondered now if perhaps that had not been the best choice in conversation for such an early moment in both the day and their mending relationship.
Regardless, she provided an answer and Sunpulse turned his amber gaze on her as he listened. Cool water dripped from the fur on his chin, prompting a small shake of his head to dispel the stray droplets before he ducked to straighten his chest fur with a few hasty rasps. Offering a quiet chuckle, the ginger warrior curled his tail thoughtfully. “No matter where his studiousness may have arisen, I have no doubt he will prove to be remarkable in his own way. After all, I don’t believe I’ve met a single member of your family who hasn’t been just that.”
He paused a moment, the faintest flicker of mischief appearing in his dull gaze. “Even if one simply happens to be… Remarkably lazy.” Flicking an ear and ducking his head as though uncertain as to how the small joke would be received, Sunpulse cleared his throat and cast his gaze to the surroundings once more. “I’m relieved to hear it is progressing well, though. I hope to see his progress for myself soon?” He continued, the latter bit sounding more like a question than a statement.
The last thing he wanted to do was tread on her toes. But… A part of him did want to become more involved in the Clan again. Especially if matters concerned Hollystorm. He wasn’t sure what would happen from here on out… Friendship or otherwise. All he knew was he no longer wanted to feel like an outsider. I miss her. A voice in his mind rasped, the realization rather unsurprising to the ginger tom. Deciding then to make an effort to be more involved, he let himself be taken by another thought.
“Do you remember… The games we used to play? Can’t recall the last time I won… Even hunting. Hunting was supposed to be my thing, but… Competition was yours.” And never did you shine more brilliantly than when you were trying to achieve something. He added to himself silently. Glancing her way again briefly, he continued. “Guess that’s why I was never surprised to find you’d outdone me.” A small, but distantly fond smile twitched at his maw, memories that felt so ancient to the tom dancing behind his dim amber eyes. -- Word Count: ~465 words Tags: Fawn Notes: He's reminiscing T_T
Believe that it is darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. You will see it when you believe it.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 10, 2019 10:20:25 GMT -5
Baby I need light, I need fire 36 Moons Warrior NightClan “Even if one simply happens to be… Remarkably lazy.”
Hollystorm snorted, amusement putting a smirk on her face. Bonetail was an easy target for ridicule; he was extremely lazy. Every patrol was an inconvenience, and Hollystorm believed that if hunting wasn't so necessary for eating, Bonetail would somehow try to weasel out of that too. To her littermate's credit, though, he had fathered three apprentices that were making names for themselves - either as regular, dependable future warriors, or as untapped potential that might manifest itself into something... remarkable, as Sunpulse said.
About to purr that she agreed, the noise fizzled out in surprise. Sunpulse wanted to see for himself? Hollystorm's skin flushed beneath her ink-black coat. He hadn't brought up Ghostpaw to test her commitment to her mentoring duties; he'd brought up Ghostpaw in the hopes that he... could spend time with her.
Could be a part of her life again.
Did she want that? StarClan, yes. But maybe bringing him to her training sessions with Ghostpaw was not the best way to go about it. Still... "I'll ask Briarthroat if you can observe him for his upcoming hunting assessment," Hollystorm mewed, flexing her facial muscles into a tentative smile. There was caution there too. The warrioress was adamently reminding herself that whether Sunpulse participated in the assessment or ended up helping Ghostpaw with battle training, her nephew would remain the priority.
She couldn't let herself get distracted. Not this time.
His light wasn't as bright as it had been all those moons ago - but it was still bright enough to make her look. She still wanted to be near him, to feel his warmth and enjoy again the company she'd used to value so much. We used to have so much fun together...
As if speaking a line straight from her heart, Sunpulse openly reminisced. Hollystorm's ears snapped forward, and a melancholic pang put a tightness in her throat that she instantly hated. To be this choked up - StarClan, when had she gotten so soft? But Sunpulse was speaking as if their relationship had died some sort of tragic death neither of them could stop.
Vehemence flared up in Hollystorm like a bonfire. She eased into a play-bow, green eyes glinting a promise of a challenge. Her tail waved, her pelt rippled, her eyes sparked. "What's to stop us from playing a game right now? I could use another 'win'." Hollystorm found that old provocative tone easier to use, the longer she used it. "What was the score? Hollystorm twelve, Sunpulse two?"
There was no score. She hadn't kept track of it. Winning hadn't mattered as much as spending time with him had. Yes, the victories were a bonus, another warm glow on her memories with Sunpulse, but they hadn't been everything.
Hollystorm's throat hummed with a sudden purr. She flicked his ear with her tail, slipping by him. "How about a race to the RainClan border?" It would (hopefully) break up some of this awkwardness. Hollystorm hated how something so easy - talking to him - had become so difficult. They needed to... not start over, but force the moons to roll back to a time when they really connected.
That connection had thrived between them once before; it could thrive once again. She had to believe that. Victory may not have been everything to her, but Hollystorm had never been one to easily accept defeat.
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