Silver Whispers (Blackstag/Brindlemask) Feb 15, 2019 0:44:22 GMT -5
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Feb 15, 2019 0:44:22 GMT -5
22 Moons || Nightclan Warrior
The sun was finally out, though despite it's appearance it only gave a faint warmth that was hardly noticeable when the wind came bustling through. It was cold enough to take one's breath away, especially for those were weren't fortunate enough to have long, thick and luxurious coats.
Though, even though his massive brother scored with the pelt best worn for leafbare, Blackstag himself had a very dense pelt despite it being short. The cold didn't bother him too much, save his extremities like his nose, ears and paws, but that wind could certainly stop him in his pawsteps from time to time. Though his dark coloration of black and chocolate brown didn't help him blend on on the powdery snow that currently covered the valley.
His hunting was obviously done more at night under the shadow of darkness.
Trotting in through the entrance to Nightclan's camp, the large tomcat padded his way towards the fresh-kill pile. Pride swam within his pale green pools as a crow hung lifelessly from his large maw. While out on a simple patrol of the frozen pines, Blackstag managed to snag the bird. It had been spooked up as he wasn't being quiet, hunting not exactly on his mind at the moment, though quick on his feet the blackish-brown tomcat leaped into the air to bat it back down to the cold ground before ending it's life.
Dropping the bird off on the small pile, Blackstag lifted his head to let that pale gaze of his wash over Nightclan's camp. He didn't spot his brother's massive stature, nor did he find a glance of Frostjaw or Spiderbite, but finally his eyes landed on the pretty torbie sitting out of the way from the others.
A smirk curled it's way onto the maw of the large tomcat, devious intentions slipping through his mind as he strolled over to where Brindlemask stood with an air of arrogance about him. Slipping into that familiar roll of charming, a warming purr made it's way from Blackstag's chest, tail waving around in a lazy manner behind him.
"Ah Brindlemask, my beautiful flower what are you doing over her all alone?" Blackstag's voice was suave and slick, like a siren as it attempted to pull it's prey in. He was charismatic, always had been and he had always managed to slip that silver tongue around to charm the she-cats he chose. Though, the last time the large tomcat had attempted to woo Brindlemask, she had left without saying a word, casting him into silence.
Blackstag didn't like it when things didn't go his way.
Circling Brindlemask like a hawk, Blackstag finally settled down next to her, letting their pelts brush as he lowered his haunches to sit. "A creature as lovely as you should never be by herself." In an affectionate manner the large tom let his tail brush against her flank before he stood to strut in front of her, practically man-scaping (cat-scaping?) his muscular form subtly while acting far more interested in her.
"Why, I could keep you company." A silvery smile touched his jaw as Blackstag gave a gentlemanly bow, all part of his little act before he lifted his head to capture Brindlemask's gaze with his pale green pools. "If you'd have me."
I see what's mine and take it
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