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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.
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Post by Ginger on Mar 8, 2020 12:19:28 GMT -5
The border patrol had gone smoothly, although it seemed to last much longer than usual.
It was the anticipation. He knew what was to come after this patrol. Who was to come.
"Privetshade. Keep your eyes open." The harsh and cold words of Frostjaw snapped Privetshade out of his moment. He had simply been standing by a tree, staring at it. He was often known for zoning out and taking trips into his mind cave, but it was more than usual ever since he had met Brindlemask. She was in his mind with him.
"Privetshade. Do I need to ask you twice?" The young black-furred warrior widened his eyes at the prospect of getting beaten up by the much larger tom, so he got back to work.
Soon enough, the patrol was ending. The other cats began to make their way back to camp. They wouldn't really care, or even notice, if Privetshade simply slipped away. It was something he did often.
The young warrior made his way over to the Pineneedle Clearing, where he saw her brilliant form dead in the center.
"B-Brindlemask! You c-came!" He could barely hide his relief. There were some lingering worries that she would simply decide he was not worth her time, but it meant the world to him that she did. He bound over to her in a few awkward strides.
Already, the sky was beginning to morph from a brilliant blue to a light shade of pink. He looked up, then looked back at Brindlemask. "Beautiful," he said, not entirely sure if he was talking about the sky or the she-cat.
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Post by Abyss on Mar 11, 2020 17:49:02 GMT -5
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
As a dark figure emerged from the surrounding foliage, a single ear twitched at the sight of Privetshade. At his own sight of her, he called out, his voice sounding almost relieved as he approached. Had he believed that she wouldn’t arrive? Why would he believe such a thing.
“Of course. We made an agreement.” Her statement was simple, and truthful. The two Warriors had agreed that they would meet here and watch as the sun set. She had no reason not to show up.
She watched as his eyes turned away from her, directing upwards towards the sky. Her own gaze shifted, gaze landing on the mountains as the sun began to disappear behind them. Due to where they stood, the sun’s final rays filtered through the trees, many brightly colored splotches covering the ground while more solid rays found their way onto the pelts of the two felines.
The torbie felt the sun’s last offering of warmth hit her pelt, warming her skin beneath. The orange and tan patches that decorated her fur seemed to glow with the assistance of the bright light, flowing across her like waves in a dark sea. While her eyes didn’t look directly at the sun, some of the rays still managed to find their way onto her pools, the usually neutral mixture of brown and amber shifting into more of an intense amber in hue. To keep with their natural color, brown streaks weaved through the amber around her pupils, giving her orbs a more mystical look. She cared not for her own appearance in the sun, though.
She focused on the sky around the sun, the previously clear light blue fading quickly into a gradient of pinks, oranges, and yellows. Small patches of white, likely small clouds in the far distance, danced in the sky, forming a strange but beautiful pattern across the land above them.
Her ears caught the sound of her companion’s voice as he spoke a single word, one which she highly agreed with. “Yes, it is.” Her voice, laced heavily with an awed tone, could hardly hide her enchantment with the appearance of the sky. In truth, she almost wished that they could sit there and watch this scene for the rest of the night. While the dark night sky, dotted with white stars and sometimes even traces of silver, was gorgeous, getting to see a sight such as the sunset that she didn’t see often only made this view all the better.
It was only after she spent a few more moments staring at the sky that her eyes glanced to the side towards her dark-pelted companion, surprised to find that his own gaze was trained on her rather than the sky. Her head slightly turned, looking to him with a puzzled expression on her face. Had he been staring at her the whole time, or had she just happened to look over at nearly the same time he did? They had come to watch the sun setting over the mountains, so there was no reason for her to be the focus of his attention. Despite this thought, there was a strange feeling of warmth that crept into her tail and ears, a warmth that was different than the sensation of being exposed to the sun’s rays. Assuming that this was the sun’s doing, even though her tail wasn’t in the light, her gaze shifted once more to the sky.
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Post by Ginger on Apr 5, 2020 14:01:30 GMT -5
The moment that Brindlemask looked to Privetshade for his comment, he knew exactly what he was referencing when he had said that simple word.
The sky was incredible, full of light and rich colors, warming the entire horizon.
But nothing could compare to her. Her glowing markings danced like flames along her fur as the slight breeze rustled them. The tips of her fur caught the fading sun, giving the she-cat a halo-like effect. Her eyes, when she looked at Privetshade in slight confusion, drowned him in honey and warmth.
She was so much more than the sunset. She was the sun, the moon, the skies, and the earth. She was the world.
And slowly she was becoming his world.
"B-brindlemask," he started, a new and strange sense of confidence growing, beginning from a little organ in the left side of his chest. "You're beautiful."
He couldn't just stop with that. Brindlemask was not one who usually understood the simple folly of courtship. He needed to elaborate. "You're the one t-thing in this world my f-facts can't explain. You intrigue m-me, you exc-cite me, and you m-make me f-f-feel something that's n-n-not of this w-world."
There. It was all out there. By no means was it a declaration of love. Privetshade had yet to figure out what love was. But it was something. Something he wanted to explore with no one else but the she-cat sitting beside him, her warmth engulfing the black tom.
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Post by Abyss on Apr 15, 2020 15:30:42 GMT -5
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
In the moments of silence that passed between the two felines, their eyes locked together, time seemed to stand still. Despite the bright light and warmth of the sun beginning to disappear, the light still illuminated the figures of the two cats, giving both the torbie she-cat and the dark bengal form of the tom a glow.
What was it that she saw passing through this tom’s eyes as she looked at him? What were these emotions and reactions that emanated from his facial expression, and what were the thoughts that were causing them? The way he was looking at her, green eyes unreadable from the standpoint of a cat who didn’t often feel emotions, it was strange. It was different than the other times she would meet eyes with anyone, but she didn’t know how. There was just something there. Something foreign. Something...almost alluring.
Her name fell from his jaws, almost in a whisper, causing the tip of her tail to twitch. He paused momentarily before he spoke once more. But what he said caught her off-guard more than she already was, her eyes widening slightly. Her face did not change from its usual state at his words, but there was a visible hint of surprise that swirled through her own amber-brown eyes.
He paused again, but this time his voice came forth in more than just a few small words. His words, though not always spoken solidly, were strange notions that bounced through her mind, trying to find their meaning as he said them.
His first statement was, as many things said to her were, taken literally in her head. What facts were there that couldn’t explain her? She was a cat. She was born into Nightclan to a single mother along with one sister. She aged as the rest of her clanmates did, becoming an Apprentice at 6 moons and a Warrior at 12. She served her clan from the shadows, providing as much food as she could carry in every trip she took and, on very rare occasions, training Apprentices. What more facts were needed?
The rest of his speech was a bit more confusing to the she-cat. How was it that she intrigued him? Or excited him? What was it that she apparently made him feel, and how did even he not know what it was? In truth, she wasn’t much. She wasn’t a notable or well-recognized member of the clan. Yes, her clan knew of her, and there were some who attempted to socialize with her occasionally. But she wasn’t a cat well-known by her peers. She was a loner of the clan, a quiet background cat that many paid no mind to. And she was ok with this.
So what exactly was it that caused Privetshade to feel these things about her? And what was this other-worldly feeling that he had towards her? As curious as she was to find out, if this tom, known for his intelligence, didn't know what it was, it was highly unlikely that she would.
Though she didn't know the meaning behind any of this, she still felt the unusual warmth manifesting in her ears and tail that she hadn't felt before today. With the sun slowly falling and the temperature falling along with it, what were the chances that this warmth was still being caused by the sunlight? Or was this, similar to what Privetshade was feeling, an other-worldly emotion?
"How, exactly, do I make you feel these things? I have done nothing." A single swirl of her tail behind her, wrapping around her paws and very gently brushing across his own fur, unintentionally, her head turned to face him completely. There was a look of curiosity in her orbs, still locked with his own, that resulted in her asked question.
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Post by Ginger on Jun 8, 2020 22:50:28 GMT -5
Brindlemask's question caught Privetshade off-guard. Did this she-cat really think she had done nothing? After agreeing to meet him to watch the sunset. Alone???
She-cats were so confusing. Privetshade didn't know what to do. He had seen other cats courting, and it seemed so much easier than this. All they did was bounce a few pickup lines off of each other and then skipped off into a field of roses from there. But it was clear that Privetshade would have to be incredibly forward with this she-cat so that she could see his intentions.
But how would he tell her?
"Don't you see?" There was no stutter. He knew with raging confidence that he wanted to spend more time with her. "You're different, Brindlemask. You're special. I want to know more about you."
He edged closer. "A-and..I want you to know m-more about me." Would that be enough for her to agree to see him again? He didn't want to cross any boundaries that made her uncomfortable, so the lanky tom just ended up scooting a little back again and nervously fidgeting. This was the most forward thing he had done in his life, and he had no idea if his bluntness would pay off or not.
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Post by Abyss on Jun 23, 2020 18:49:21 GMT -5
TELL ME BABY, WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
These feelings that stirred in her stomach, they were a curiosity. What was this that she felt, fluttering around within her gut that sent chills up her spine and through her ears, causing them to flicker? What was it that brought a surge of warmth through that feathery dark-furred tail? And, an even more curious question, why was it only her time spent with Privetshade that caused these occurrences to happen?
Perhaps there was just something different about this tom. As far as she knew, he was already quite different compared to their clanmates, just as she was. A loner, similar to herself, with a yearning for knowledge and an almost constant stutter to his words. Not one for confidence, as she had heard, it was strange to think that a cat such as him would be so open about emotions or strange feelings he had. And yet here he was, looking to the torbie she-cat with a glint in his eye that suggested confidence and, greatly to her surprise, a lack of stuttering in his next spoken words.
He claimed that she was different, which even she knew was true. Any of their clanmates would agree with such a statement. But special? She didn’t see how. Nor did she see why he had a desire to get to know her. What was there to get to know? Everything that the quiet femme had was on display at any given point. Her emotions, her thoughts, her actions, her strategies, her mindset. In her mind, it was all in the open for everyone to see. She had nothing to hide. So what was it that he wished to know more about?
There was a slight tilt of her head at his final statement. Why would he desire for her to know more about him? Amber-brown pools blinked a few times in confusion, though she didn’t change expression, as to be expected. She found herself quite curious of the answer to her own question, but there was only one way to find out. Perhaps she could learn some things from him, pick his brain for knowledge she may not have attained in her time as an Apprentice or a Warrior. Or, a better description, allow him to speak this knowledge himself.
Of course, she was unsure exactly what kind of knowledge she would be consuming by spending more time with this tom. But there was at least one thing that she wanted answers to. These feelings she felt. What was it about him that caused this? Either she could return to camp and speak with her mother about it, or she could try and find the cause alongside the tom of whom her eyes were locked onto. Either option would work. Though, she couldn’t deny that, in the back of her mind, there was that slight yearning to explore this with Privetshade.
“Perhaps we should do this again then.” There was something that washed over the she-cat in that moment, another of the strange feelings that had no explanation in her head. An urge, a pull of the muscles, a warmth in her tufted ears, that caused her to do something quite similar to what she had done the first time they had their fateful encounter. What formed over Brindlemask’s face was something she never did, though she was encouraged to do so more often. It was not large, just as it had not been the first time she had done so in front of her companion. But it was still there.
A smile. A natural, instinctual smile. What was it that caused this? Was it the thought of learning things she may not know from this tom? Was it the thought of learning about these strange feelings she was beginning to have? Or, perhaps, it was the thought of spending more time with Privetshade. How was she to know? There was only one way.
“We could meet earlier than we did today. It would give more time, should we choose to watch the sunset again.” Her tail flicked at her side, glancing towards the sky. By now, all of the vibrant shades of orange, yellow, pink, and purple were gone, fading into the lighter and darker blues of the night. This meant that the clan would be awakening, should they not be awake already. At least, due to their duties performed during the day, both of the Warriors would get to go back and sleep.
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