A Sunset in my Eyes [PrivetBrindle #2] Feb 29, 2020 15:15:24 GMT -5
Post by Abyss on Feb 29, 2020 15:15:24 GMT -5
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
“I’ll take your prey back to camp.” Brown eyes met with amber-brown, the mostly black tortoiseshell allowing a mischievous smirk to cross her face. After she had witnessed the parting of her daughter and her daughter’s new “friend” a few days previous, she wasn’t surprised when, at the beginning of the patrol, her daughter had stated that she was going to be meeting with him. Coppernose lightly nudged her daughter’s shoulder a few times, lightly chuckling. “Don’t have too much fun while you’re out.”
Brindlemask looked to her mother, a slightly questioning look in her eyes. What did she mean? All they were doing was meeting up? She chose to forget about it.
“I should be back before the moon rises, ” she stated simply, giving her mother a quick lick on her cheek before she turned away. She could feel her mother’s eyes watching her as she left, which was slightly unsettling, but she was out of sight relatively quickly as she weaved through the trees.
She recalled the agreement that she and her companion for the last light of the day had made. Both of them had volunteered for two end-of-the-day patrols so that they could meet in the Pineneedle Clearing. Their intention was to watch the sun setting, as had been brought up when they were walking back to camp a few days before. With their clan being cats of the night, it was common for many to avoid wanting to be out during the day. Yet both Brindle and Privet had been out during the day when they had their first encounter, and were also now meeting during the day. It was the end of the day, but they had still been out for a portion of the day on patrol. How else would they be able to watch the sunset?
As her paws reached the Branch Trail, she walked along the path for a short amount of time, catching a few scents of the other patrol, which included Privetshade. Even though she likely would have found him on the trail if she had kept walking, they had agreed on the clearing, so she branched off from the path.
As she began to near the rendezvous spot, a weak scent which was slowly growing stronger made its way across her tongue. It was him. At the sound of pawsteps, her ears slowly rotated, eyes following to peer at the nearby bushes.
WHERE YOU COME FROM AND WHERE YOU WANNA GO THIS TIME?
WARRIORESS OF NIGHTCLAN
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