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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 20, 2019 13:57:49 GMT -5
Tribe of Forgotten Waters, 55 Moons, Cave-Guard Every fiber in her pelt prickled in a mixture of disgust and unease. The caverns which she has begrudgingly begun to call home since the collapse of their true home was now infested with outsiders. Clan cats. Any possible space in the confines of the rock walls now reeked of strangers and of fish. And the noise, oh stars the noise. So many voices, including those of screeching kits, enthralled by a sense of new. New cats, new surroundings, new adventures. It was all so aggravating.
What she would do to be able to push each and every one of the invaders straight off a cliffside. Litter it with falcondung for an extra bit of unpleasantness. That is what she thought of these so called RainClan cats.
A sudden pressure on her tail had her intake sharply, spinning around with a snarl prepared to leap from her throat. When she came face to face with a fawn colored stranger, who’s voice stammered pathetically as she flattened her ears to her skull apologetically, Rose barely managed to keep herself in check. “O-Oh S-StarClan, I’m so s-sorry! I-I’m not u-used to l-living in s-such close qu-quarters! A-Are you ok-kay? I didn’t h-hurt you d-did I?”
Hurt me? I could crush you with one swat of my paw, damned twig of a she-cat. Came the silent snarl in her mind. But on the outside, all that showed was a brilliant smile, though she pulled her dark ginger tail far away from the creamy RainClan she-cat that had trampled it. “Oh, darling no! Don’t you fret about that for one second. It was nothing but an accident, hm? No harm, no foul~ You just worry about yourself no, alright? Poor dear, chased straight from your home. Don’t you get worked up about something as silly as this!” Came the sing-song reply, though behind the jubilant voice and beaming smile, a cynical being might have picked up on the dangerous glimmer in her off-green eyes.
The stupid outsider tried to keep up with the worried check up of the dark ginger Cave Guard, but Rose made sure to keep her at tail’s length, deflecting the questions with words of comfort. When she finally managed to get that leech off her back, the Tribe she-cat turned away from the crowds. And as she did, the patient smile crumbled from her features. With eyes temporarily betraying her seething rage, Rose padded to the mouth of the cavern. It wasn’t her turn to guard, but she couldn’t stay in here any longer.
Heaving her mask of pleasantries back onto her ginger features, Rose came to a stop near Fallen Branch in River. With a friendly smile, she waved her plush tail to him. “Good evening, Branch! I do hope you are well? How long have you been out here? I’m having some trouble sleeping just now, so I don’t at all mind taking the rest of your watch for you!” She purred pleasantly, tail curling over her paws as she sat down nearby. The old tom glanced to her, returning her smile. “That would be much appreciated, Rose. I’ve not got too much longer, Song should be out to relieve you in a while. If you really don’t mind taking over, I think I’ll go get some rest. I’m due to go out hunting with some Prey Hunters early tomorrow.”
A ruddy tail curled slight at the tip, Rose’s smile never faltering. “Oh Stars, don’t be silly! Of course I don’t mind! You go rest up now, alright? Good night, Branch!” The tom responded with his own good night, slipping back into the cave filled with chattering voices. Lips dropped into a momentary frown, green eyes narrowed to slits as she snorted beneath her breath. She would much rather be out here. At least she was alone now, and away from all the idiocy that littered every mouselength of what had once been a somewhat peaceful ‘home’. My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. I lift you up and then I let you go. Fawn , ~ 700 Words, Taadaa? XD
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Post by Fawn on Aug 23, 2019 15:47:31 GMT -5
Brookfall 49 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior The clamor of Clan and Tribe voices was a near constant undulating roar; it quieted, but only slightly, before some shrill young voice or excited warrior would send the conversations back into a fever pitch. Brookfall chose not to indulge in the pleasantries; not after he had already exchanged his 'thank yous' to a number of prominent Tribe cats, and made sure his mother wasn't wearing herself out. The smile of amicability and gratitude never quite left his face, even as he tiptoed around kits and carefully excused himself from the curious stares of Tribe elders.
Better that he leave now for fresh air and solitude, before the chance was taken from him. He could tell that his toes were going to be an oddity here as well as in the Clans, and a half day's journey through the mountains had depleted the energy store he reserved for... being the Brookfall the Clan knew so well. Being the Brookfall who would not mind the questions, whose patience was almost limitless, who never gave others a shred of doubt that he was invested in what they had to say or how they felt. The Brookfall he had spent so many moons crafting.
The silvery tom padded to the mouth of the cave, exchanging a nod with a Tribe cat seemingly on guard duty. In the morning, perhaps, he could ask questions and feign proper interest in the way their lives worked. A silvery ear flicked back towards the cave mouth, a frown fixed on his muzzle as the noises of the cave seemed to follow him; he was able to distinguish two voices. One was the high stammer of Minnowsplash, and the other - the other voice had a touch of stinging honey, and it felt it drip into his bloodstream like a slow poison.
Brookfall slowly turned, watching the approach of a beautiful dark ginger feline, her fur a muted rosy silver by the half-moon's light. She exchanged words with the Tribe cat on guard duty, and from his position, Brookfall was able to see the sharp glint of her eyes and the sudden dangerous drop of her smile. The silver tom picked it up for her, wearing it as he called from the shadowy spot beside the oasis; "no matter where I go, I can't quite find myself completely alone." He chuckled, as if she were somehow invading his solitude, when he had as much claim to this oasis as a fly. "It would be rude of me to turn away beautiful company when she's looking right at me. It would be ruder still," he intoned, smooth and warm like a greenleaf stream. "To stay strangers. I am Brookfall. Your companion addressed you as Rose?"
He gave her room to correct him, though he knew he was right. While that smile stayed, his eyes studied her face, catching the subtle changes, sampling some of the intelligence and some of the shadows lurking behind such a pretty, pretty face. She reminded him of Darkrose, and a small part of the tom knew better than to stick his paw back into the beehive - but he had missed the taste of honey.
Missed the rush of adrenaline when the eyes that met his promised more than another droll, bland conversation.
We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. 546 Words || BlooRey DVD || Notes: It begins
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 26, 2019 9:21:58 GMT -5
W Tribe of Forgotten Waters, 55 Moons, Cave-Guard A voice, smooth as silk and as warm as a beam of sun shattered the silence around her like splitting ice on a Leafbare day. Green eyes snapped up, the moon’s light illuminating that dangerous glint living in the depths of her soul. She locked gazes with him, her bright smile slipping oh-so-easily back into place on her maw despite the venom boiling in her blood at the mere appearance of this tom. Her dark ginger tail whisked slowly behind her as the RainClan stranger approached, with words as light and wispy as early-morning mist.
And yet, despite the outward pleasantry, something in her could sense a semi-familiar foxdungery. The voice of an actor. A liar. And it was just too good to pass up, no matter how displeased she was at having her attempted escape spoiled by an intruder. “The curse of the life of a Tribe cat. Clan cat too, I suppose.” She trilled, her voice sweet as honey yet somehow more dangerous than an adder’s bite. With a brief narrowing of her eyes, she continued, countering his flirting words with her own. “And I don’t believe I was looking at you at all, Brookfall. Not until you practically begged for my attention.”
She stressed the syllables of his name, that smile never faltering as she stared the tom down. “Rose, indeed.” She conceded in a lilting voice, not bothering to speak the remaining pieces of her name. That was information he did not need to know. He would be out of her life soon, and it would be good riddance to that. But for now, there was information she could leech from him. Information that may prove rather interesting indeed. “What by the stars’ name brings you out here, Brookfall? Here I am, doing my duty as a Cave Guard, doing a service to one of my lovely Tribe mates... And here you are. Outside, alone. Rather bizarre, hm? Surely you have friends, family, inside the cavern?” She purred easily, never moving from her seated position.
Not a strand of dark fur was out of place as she sat, her tail neatly draped over her paws. “The mountain is an awfully dangerous place, especially for those ignorant of its landscape. You really should be more careful, darling. What a shame it would be if something were to happen. A slip. A fall. A predator. It truly is much safer inside. You must be brave, to come out and face that on your own. Brave, ignorant, or stupid.” She continued, blinking with honey-sweet innocence despite her words.
She was fishing for the retaliation. That flicker of falseness she could almost taste in the air about him. “Now tell me, Brookfall. Which is it, hm?” She inquired, her voice rising and falling like a bird’s song. The dark she-cat would find what she wanted. Find what she could use and manipulate. And she would take from him without end, the pathetic fly drawn to the sugared nectar of the Venus fly trap. My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. I lift you up and then I let you go. Fawn , ~ 500 Words, When two bullshitters meet xD
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Post by Fawn on Oct 21, 2019 22:51:21 GMT -5
Brookfall 49 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior There you are, whispered the bee to the flower, and Brookfall’s already gleaming eyes flashed in recognition. She wore a coat of honey over thorny words, and he felt them prick against his skin, testing him, seeking out a weakness to exploit.
But Brookfall had played this game before.
A low, sultry rumble filled up the pregnant silence after her question. “How can I be alone, Rose, when I have you?” Brookfall watched her eyes, feeling a minute jolt of electricity through his limbs, lending energy to his blood. She had a certain… finesse Darkrose did not. How ironic that he should meet another cat with so similar a name - and a tongue just as sharp.
Irony or fate? Brookfall had left his complex feelings for Darkrose in the empty hollow he’d found her corpse. Yet an emptiness had remained, one he had resigned himself to as though a scar that wouldn’t truly fade. Now, the dead tissue was scraped away, and he felt his blood begin to stir for the first time in many, many moons.
Maybe this Tribe cat had found him.
Or maybe he had found her.
“Why don’t you tell me what I am?” Brookfall stepped closer, until there was only a hare’s width between them. “Tell me, in those sugar-coated words of yours, all the things you think I am.” Brookfall was a large cat; a genetic gift courtesy of his parents, and one that was mimicked in the likes of Gorgeleap and Stormfeather. It gave him an advantage now; with the distance so short, Rose would have to look up if she wanted to match him eye for eye. His muzzle tilted high on one side, something between a smirk and a smile.
Something a touch more sincere than… StarClan knew when.
“And then, Miss Cave-Guard, we shall see if you’re right…” Brookfall’s eyes held a challenge. “... Or just how wrong you really are.”
That’s how it started with his mentor, too. Their relationship had been typical, until he caught her by surprise. Until he proved that he wasn’t some slackjawed fool padding after her. That he could play her games. He had never gained mastery over his feelings for Darkrose, and that had been his folly.
But this was a new game.
New rules.
A new queen to outmaneuver.
We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. 394 Words || BlooRey DVD || Notes: I can't tell what's thicker, the bullshit or the sexual tension.
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