Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 12, 2020 21:57:55 GMT -5
The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder
It was hot, but then again in the height of Greenleaf the temperature was always a sweltering blaze when the forest lacked the wind currents that blew along the moors belonging to Lightningclan. Sometimes the heavily leafy branches that zigzagged above head gave shade, and sometimes the deepest of the undergrove that was sheltered in shadow brought a cool moment, but otherwise those padding along through the forests tended to avoid the thicket whilst the sun rose to it's peak above the valley walls.
The crunch of brittle grass broke beneath the near silent pawsteps of the massive tabby as she quietly padded through the sparse woods that led up to the rise of the rocky terrain of the mountains that encased the valley as a whole. The large molly had no true destination in mind, merely moving where her mind led her as she drew farther and farther from the safety of Treeclan's hollowed camp, father from the comfort of the well worn paths deep within the tree heavy terrain.
She wasn't alone, as those cold cerulean pools kept trained on the unseen way in-front of her while the looming form of the stoic deputy trailed a couple tail-lengths behind her. The imagery of a tiger and a panther lost upon the sight that only Starclan, were they a true entity, could see for the time being. It had been some time since the frosty tempered warrioress had made her way through the stony mountains, the last visit was during the time she and Pumafang had been sent to escort Magpiewing during his exile. The visit had ended in a rather quiet fight amongst starving rogues that had lost their lives to two of the forest titans.
This time it was more simple than that.
A moment between companions, a bonding between mates as the two massive felines picked their way through the rocks and boulders that lay scattered about on either side of the small, ridged pathway. There was an ear flicker from the massive striped she-cat as the shadow of a flying raptor passed by, though probably thought better to continue on since both moving cats were far too big to be considered prey.
The faintest of familiar scents brushed the nose of Timberfrost as she paused, eyeing the entrance of what seemed to be a nook or cranny within the side of the cliffs. Though it was stale and somewhat placid, the massive tabby could pick it out as what she assumed was the scent of perhaps Adderpool, the daughter of Magpiewing who suddenly vanished from the clan with her brother moons ago. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had been in this area, though it hardly concerned the frosty feline.
Timberfrost had brought the large black tomcat out here for a simple reason, a walk to clear his troubled thoughts and a talk to pry into why his mood had soured as of recently. Though Pumafang was hardly one for emotions to resonate upon or within him in general, the tabby molly had a way of practically reading him with ease. Highly observant as she was, it was only natural for her to inquire her mate's current issues whatever they may be. She knew of the talk he had with Lionstar, though she did not know the content of the conversation itself, though it seemed that ever since his return from that encounter something seemed... off.
Well, more so than usual when it came to the massive panther like tomcat.
Despite his position within the clan, it wasn't hard for him to fall back into the role of follower as Timberfrost had quickly called to him and merely stated to come with her before slipped from the hollowed out tree known as Treeclan's camp. He had been silent during their walk, much as she had though within her own mind she was contemplating how to get him to talk, how to delve into that troubled mindset of his and unlock those worries and emotions that had long since been locked away in an attempt at self-preservation. A way to keep himself from those around him as well as keeping them safe from what lay hidden within the darkness inside of him. Goldenflame had been good at creating monsters, though of the two he sought to perfect, his daughter had been the one to turn on him and destroy the fire that burned black within his red coated chest.
"Something is bothering you." Timberfrost finally parted her dark maw as that chilly tone of her tumbled from her broad chest in the usual sharpness that was unique to herself. If she was anything, aside from a companion for warmth and bodily needs, it was a confidant to Pumafang, as he was to her. They thought similarly and she was highly realistic, seeing past the emotional complexities that others seemed to be shielded by.
umafang liked the mountains. He thought, in a way that a cactus would have liked a stray storm. With the duties he was carrying out around camp, he was often confined within the soft, forgiving valley below. The panther-like tom drunk in the towering rocks around him, a rare view: a hard path filled with winding turns, rock scrambles, and if one wasn't careful, sliced pads. The tom felt blood ooze casually from his hind right paw, a slight sting stretching to between his toes.
He missed the feeling of pain.
Muscle was evident, rippling in the bold light as he walked, though soft deposits of fat had accumulated along Pumafang's shoulders and flanks, softening his appearance ever so slightly and adding to his weight. His paws were sore already on the way up into the mountains, pads so used to the soft, leafy loam of TreeClan territory. Part of him cursed the clans for making him so weak and tender.
Part of him was simply...confused. He took his chance to visibly cringe while Timberfrost was forward-facing.
On the ledge of a precarious cliff was a hollowed out tree much like TreeClan's own home. Pumafang felt his heart skip and his flanks grow taught with impatience.Usually a trip into the mountains meant something more than a casual walk. He scrambled forward, lunging into the dark of the hollow after Timberfrost. Though instead of companionship, she faced him with a coarse comment.
Rook's Hollow had never felt so violating. Not for him.
An inkling of suspicion oozed from his amber eyes. Both ears flicked back for a moment, before one grew confident and lurched forward inquisitively.
"I am unsure," He started with a deep, controlled rumble. "Whether you spoke with Lionstar, or whether you've acted simply...on a hunch."
His last few words were accompanied with a slight head tilt, though Timberfrost knew better than to answer his sly, biting, belittling humor. His effort to hold the dikes and keep back the waves that lashed at him. From all sides. Pumafang thought sourly. Even his own mate had come to confronting him, and part of him darkened a shade. Goldenflame, he felt, was well in check, and the tom's late-night visits passed over him like a weak breeze. Sure, he was a shadow, a dark memory...A reason to be doubted. Pumafang mused. They weren't questioning his judgement. They were questioning Goldenflame's.
Though Goldenflame had molded him into mercilessness, and part of Pumafang clung to the need. The need of approval. The need of a father, no matter how far from it he was.
"Hardly." Pumafang murmured and averted his gaze, finally offering a response to Timberfrost's glacial note.
They both knew that Timberfrost was more in-tune with Pumafang than even he himself. They both knew that she was just as entitled to deputyship: to leading the clan.
Which perhaps, was why she lead him away: to indulge in his broodings before his broodings indulged him.