[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Timberfrost

The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder

Drops of water continued to drip off the leaves of the soaked trees all across Treeclan's damp territory. The ground was soft and sticky, the day storm causing the dirt to turn to mud. The air was humid as if the sky still had more to drain, but held back for the moment as night drifted farther on.

The massive tabby she-cat slipped in and out of the shadows, her dark tabby pelt blending in well, like a tiger from ancient stories. Icy cerulean pools stayed trained forwards, her large paws leading her in the direction she chose, following the faintest of scents under that of the strong scent of rain.

The chilly tempered feline was seeking out a familiar pelt, an adjusted scent, a cat she never thought she'd want to be around when normally she'd want to be alone. The shift was subtle, but noticeable and surprisingly not unsettling.

Pushing through the undergrowth into the clearing of Starclan's Claws, cerulean pools landed upon the massive form of Treeclan's black coated deputy. Like a stone panther, sitting at the base of the oddly structured rock formation, gaze staring as if waiting for something incredible happen. He was probably lost in thought, as deputy he had a lot on his plate now.

Especially with Nightclan's open claim of war at the last gathering.

Padding silently forwards, Timberfrost made her way up to his side. His scent was relaxing, something she never thought would ever happen with any cat. Her sister's scent didn't even bring her this odd feeling of calm and peace. Lowering her haunches, the tabby warrior sat down next to Pumafang, unintentionally letting her short, dense pelt brush against his own short coat. There was a silence that sat between them, though not awkward.

She had never been good with words or emotions or anything that dealt with feelings. Her heart had been trapt in ice, locked away with her stunted emotions. Besides, she wasn't about to tell him that she had sought the deputy out for his company, it sounded ridiculous and pitiful. She wasn't some mewling, prissy she-cat who wanted attention, she just wanted... to be in his presence. Even if it was a silent one.

"You are doing well, aiding Lionstar during this time." Did the frosty she-cat really want to talk about her overly emotional leader? No, but it lead up to her next question. "You seem to be handling the stress of everything well." Timberfrost couldn't help but wonder if the massive tomcat would actually tell her the truth on how he felt, it didn't seem that he was any better with emotions than she was.

She Cat | 29 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior

460 Words | @jet | Image

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BELIEVE IN STRENGTH

Pumafang

TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 33 MOONS

When he felt a touch of Timberfrost's warmth, Pumafang let his black tail shift and settle on the ground, lightly brushing her haunches. His voice was most often low and empty, though tonight it seemed soft and distant as scenarios rushed through his mind: none of which didn't include Timberfrost. He hadn't know what had overcome him lately, or rather, he had known and decided to stifle most of his feelings. Until now.

"Not without help." Pumafang's voice resonated through the clearing, moonlight dusting StarClan's Claws in a pallid, white glow.

The two cats let silence stretch on for several moments between them. Pumafang's amber eyes looked off into the woods as he listened to the chirping crickets, the croaking frogs, and the hooting owls: it was the hymn of night, the song he loved most. The sound of a slight, cautious breeze rustling the leaves and the undergrowth only accented the melodies each creature brought to the pile. The valley emptied his mind of TreeClan's problems, though his own feelings crept into disarray. How was he to say what he felt, when there were no words in his vocabulary to describe it?

Pumafang's chest ached with something he couldn't put words to: something that had brought so much stress to his mind, but happiness to his heart. At first he thought he was sick, though a brief conversation with a trusted friend made him think otherwise.

Maturity seemed to leak into Elmstrike's life a bit later than usual, though Pumafang felt like the small tabby tom had aged beyond his years since he himself had become deputy.

"You've been spending too much time with the elders." Pumafang would tease in a monotonous rumble.

"You've been spending too much time with Timberfrost." Elmstrike would retaliate mockingly, eyes alight with unspoken laughter.

Pumafang froze, delving inward.

What had become of him? What had changed him into thinking Elmstrike was something more than an annoyance? That Timberfrost was something more than an acquaintance, a fellow warrior like the rest?

"I..." Pumafang meowed deeply, turning his amber eyes to his tiger-like companion. "I want you."

He felt an ache in his loins and in his heart. The words he had spoken were anything but romantic: they didn't sound right, though he didn't know how else to describe how he felt.

He did want Timberfrost, plain and simple. He no longer craved loneliness at the end of a long day: instead he would paws over claws choose Timberfrost's company over it all.

He wasn't overbearing in the slightest, nor would he ever be towards her. He would never treat her like a damsel or a princess, or a queen above the valley. They both shared a common interest: the prosperity and protection of TreeClan. It was known, even if Pumafang and Timberfrost did end up more than what they have already become, TreeClan's well-being would always remain their highest priority.

The chocolate black tom leaned in towards Timberfrost, wrapping his tail tighter, desperate for her warmth despite the heat of Greenleaf. Perhaps he was overstepping, though he craved her acceptance of him, even at the cost of his reputation. What other cats thought of him was the least of his concerns.

TreeClan's deputy felt his mouth grow dry in the moment of truth, though Pumafang knew one thing was for certain: although both of them would always remain beneath TreeClan as a whole, Timberfrost was what he lived for, and she would always have his respect.

She would always have his...love?

Word Count: 605
Tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess
Notes: Puma broke first x'D

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Timberfrost

The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder

Emotions were a fickle thing, difficult and blinding. For so long the massive tabby had locked away such things within a block of ice, her heart hidden and her temperament frozen. She had seen the way love had blinded her pathetic, weak mother to the truth. She had seen how unrequited love and affection had warped her brother into a twisted and unstable individual.

She had seen how her father's lack of connection and true feelings had left ruin within his wake. 

Was she wary of such attachments? Of course, such a thing brought up too many bad feelings and unwanted worries that clouded her mind. She preferred her mind to be open and not to be bogged down.

And yet, when the massive tabby was around Pumafang she didn't find such worries or troubles bothering her. She didn't find that sharp intuition of hers warning her against a relationship, whichever kind that mean't. It wasn't a secret that the two had gone from speaking not even a word to each other, to constantly being within each other's company.

Timberfrost had found she sought out his silent company when she was in a less desirable or frosty mood. He sought her out when he was stressed or under pressure. She eased his worries with realistic and pragmatic words. He eased her frosty composure with stability and unspoken comfort. They were, if anything, the perfect pair for each other.

The tiger like feline couldn't imagine spending a day without a conversation or a run-in with the massive panther like tomcat.

It was crazy how he had become so important within her life, within a short amount of time. Did Timberfrost understand or even realize her own feelings? Perhaps not to their full extent just yet. She was still getting adjusted to the defrosting of her heart, as it beat solidly within her chest. Her whole life she had kept others, including her siblings, far away from her true feelings and emotions and yet Pumafang had slid in without any problems or walls.

Whiskers twitched in amusement after a moment, icy cerulean pools moved to fixate upon Pumafang next to her. Her expression blank and cold for a moment. His sentence processing within her mind as well as digesting what it brought up within her own chest. It was a warmth she had never know, a warmth she didn't know she could feel within her cold, frozen form. Despite the slight uncomfortablness of such an unknown feeling, Timberfrost didn't move. She let Pumafang inch closer as if she were suddenly the warmth he craved rather than the icy cold that pushed others away.

Finally she broke her silence, "You sure know how to make a she-cat feel wanted." Her tone was actually rather light, despite the constant sharpness she held. Sarcasm rippled through the sentence as a flicker of laughter rippled within cerulean pools. Though, as always, as quickly as it had shown up upon her features, it had disappeared back into the cold depths of Timberfrost's persona and it was silent for a moment longer.

Finally she responded to his need, "Pumafang, if anything, I am already yours."

She Cat | 29 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior

544 Words | @jet | Image

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BELIEVE IN STRENGTH

Pumafang

TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 33 MOONS

Pumafang didn't realize he had been holding his breath. His mind fogged up dizzyingly, and in the few moments Timberfrost responded, he felt concern dissipate and happiness set in like a monsoon. The momentary spark of laughter in her icy blue eyes sent a chill down his spine, though the words that followed melted all of the walls he had ever built to protect himself. She had him by the heart, and for the first time, Pumafang felt fear. Fear that this love that had blossomed between him and Timberfrost would be taken away from him.

The chocolate black tom ignored the thought and basked joyously in the moment. Perhaps for the first time since he was a kitten, Pumafang let out a raspy purr.

There was one cat in the clan who actually loved him back. Who shared his passion for a prosperous and successful TreeClan community above all else.

The deputy had shifted his body against Timberfrost's, relishing her companionship. Though unlike any feeling he had ever felt, the thought of Timberfrost made his chest tighten and heart expand, the fires of love filling him from the ends of his ears to the tips of his toes. Silence made this feeling stronger. Breathing in her scent gave him a new high, better than any battle he had ever fought, better than any hunt he had ever succeeded.

For the first time, Pumafang felt desire. He felt his usually stalwart selflessness weaken slightly: for the first time, what he wanted had actually wanted him back. The tom had never felt so vulnerable, though he truly was glowing with glee. The massive tomcat hesitated, enjoying the silence and the electric warmth of Timberfrost's body against his. Pumafang's amber eyes drank her in, a bit warmer and kinder than they had ever been before.

There were no words that could have translated to Timberfrost how important she had become to him, so he let the chorus of crickets and peepers soothe the night, listening to darkness's lullaby in a different light. It sounded sweeter tonight than it had ever sounded before.

"You have made my life better in every way." Pumafang whispered, closing his eyes calmly. TreeClan was the only thing he cared about in life.

Until now.

Word Count: 386
Tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess
Notes: It is on the shorter side, but I tried. x'D