Post by Phoenix on Oct 19, 2019 21:40:04 GMT -5
Leaf-fall 16 The previous days rain ends with the winds pushing the clouds over the mountains, clearing the sky but leaving the valley muddy, damp and difficult to traverse.
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Bravebird
Clear skies were painted a brilliant red and orange, as if the fading sun wanted to make up for the bleak skies and dismal weather of the past few days by setting the sky on fire. A beautiful leaf-fall sunset, special if only as one of the few remaining ones before the weather truly turned harsh and unforgiving. Still, he mused, turning slightly to press his nose into the pale fur tickling his cheek, it was nowhere where near as beautiful or special as the she-cat laying beside him. Blue eyes gazed at her as he breathed in her familiar scent, basking in the warmth and comfort that it brought him. The sense of home.
It was funny: cats always spoke of how love was like a fire, burning bright and full of passion, but this? This was no fire. This was a stream meandering through new territory, growing slowly and forever changing. There was a future here. Where fires burned themselves out, rivers lasted for eternity. And this? This would last – he could feel it deep in his chest. This was not intense and powerful; this was gentle and quiet. Steady. This promised a partner with whom he could share his nest on the cold leaf-bare nights and a home, a safe refuge for when the world started to feel too mean. Emotion bubbled up in his throat, warming him, choking him. StarClan, he loved her so much. Reflected in her gaze, the sunset brought out the yellow in her eyes, and he couldn’t help the small, fond smile playing on his lips as he finally caved and gave her cheek a gentle lick.
He was, without a doubt, the luckiest cat in the world. And he would fight anyone who said otherwise.
As the days crawled by and the seasons passed in leaps and bounds, they had slipped from acquaintances to friends to mates. Somewhere along the line, she had become the most important cat in his life, and when he pictured himself in the future, she was always by his side. A constant. His best friend. His heart. And when he had finally worked up the courage to tell her how the sound of her voice – even just the mention of her name – had his heart skipping a beat and her smile made him feel like flying, she had, miraculously, felt the same. The loveliest she-cat in the entire valley, the one with the most beautiful heart, had chosen him. Sometimes, when he woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep, he just watched the rise and fall of her sides and marveled at the fact that he shared his nest with such a wonderful feline. The chill of the night had begun to creep in, and moving closer, he broke the companionable silence with a warm, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
It was funny: cats always spoke of how love was like a fire, burning bright and full of passion, but this? This was no fire. This was a stream meandering through new territory, growing slowly and forever changing. There was a future here. Where fires burned themselves out, rivers lasted for eternity. And this? This would last – he could feel it deep in his chest. This was not intense and powerful; this was gentle and quiet. Steady. This promised a partner with whom he could share his nest on the cold leaf-bare nights and a home, a safe refuge for when the world started to feel too mean. Emotion bubbled up in his throat, warming him, choking him. StarClan, he loved her so much. Reflected in her gaze, the sunset brought out the yellow in her eyes, and he couldn’t help the small, fond smile playing on his lips as he finally caved and gave her cheek a gentle lick.
He was, without a doubt, the luckiest cat in the world. And he would fight anyone who said otherwise.
As the days crawled by and the seasons passed in leaps and bounds, they had slipped from acquaintances to friends to mates. Somewhere along the line, she had become the most important cat in his life, and when he pictured himself in the future, she was always by his side. A constant. His best friend. His heart. And when he had finally worked up the courage to tell her how the sound of her voice – even just the mention of her name – had his heart skipping a beat and her smile made him feel like flying, she had, miraculously, felt the same. The loveliest she-cat in the entire valley, the one with the most beautiful heart, had chosen him. Sometimes, when he woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep, he just watched the rise and fall of her sides and marveled at the fact that he shared his nest with such a wonderful feline. The chill of the night had begun to creep in, and moving closer, he broke the companionable silence with a warm, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
i'm gonna make this place your home