Post by Phoenix on Aug 24, 2020 16:37:38 GMT -5
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echo in storm-dark sky
Despite the sea of unfamiliar cats before him, Echo directed his gaze upward as the patrol of Tribe cats stepped beyond the circular boundary marked by those arching spires of stone. He craned his neck upward, barely able to make out where the tips of the pointed towers disappeared into the darkness of the night sky above. Though he had spent many seasons in the mountains overlooking the valley, the prey hunter had never before traveled into the heart of clan territory, and he drank in all of the new sights and sounds and smells with the wonder of a new To-Be taking their first steps out of the cave.
The valley was very different than the mountain slopes he called home. A passing storm had thoroughly soaked the ground beneath his paws, but even the sensation of mud squishing between his toes was somewhat foreign and could not detract from the overall experience. Wide pale green eyes lingered on the near-overflowing riverbanks and the leafy green foliage that they passed on the way to – what was it? – StarClan’s Claws. The trees especially captured his attention, and he found himself wondering if living beneath their branches ever became suffocating in the same way that staying for too long in the cave could make one start to yearn for the open sky. He could make out their silhouettes against the darkened sky as their branches crowded together to form the canopy of the dense forest he had seen so often from above. Everything seemed so much larger now that he was standing among them.
As he stepped toward the throng of strangers, he once again wished that Rose were here with him. She had a way with other cats that he admired and tried to copy but could never quite manage on his own (which wasn’t surprising by any means, since Rose was an extraordinary and talented she-cat, while he was just Echo). After many, many moons of practice, he could make do, but he had long since accepted that understanding the interactions of others would never be his area of expertise. Rose, on the other hand, his sweet, beautiful Rose, had such a way with words that she could make a rock all hot and bothered. And though he doubted that she would be as impressed as he was – Rose was so smart she seemed to know everything already – he thought it would have been nice to share this experience with her anyway.
Thus it was with a very particular feline on his mind that the prey-hunter ended up in the company of an entirely different she-cat. An unspoken signal to disperse and mingle must have passed between the Tribe cats, for Echo had very suddenly found himself alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Upon seeing Leopard’s familiar spotted pelt nearby, he had started to make his way toward the snow bengal only to find that the distinctive markings in question belonged to a rather anxious – though pretty – looking she-cat who only spared him and his apologetic smile a glance before disappearing back into the crowd. As the throng of cats shifted, he saw her again near another equally pretty she-cat who looked young enough to be a To-Be. Seemingly sensing his gaze upon her, the older of the two looked back in his direction, and her piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as she stiffened. Was it him? For another moment, Echo held her gaze and then glanced away.
Pale green eyes scanned the crowd before landing on a brown feline with black stripes standing not far from him. Wandering over, Echo wondered idly if all clan cats were so nice to look at (though none were nearly as beautiful as his dear Rose). Slender and delicate, she seemed perfectly at home amongst the crowd, yet despite wearing her confidence like a crown, she stood slightly apart from the rest. Alone. Perhaps she would appreciate some company? Talking with strangers seemed to be the whole reason they were here, after all. He approached, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. “Hi,” He said politely. “I’m Echo. I live in the mountains, with the Tribe. Do you mind if I join you?”
The valley was very different than the mountain slopes he called home. A passing storm had thoroughly soaked the ground beneath his paws, but even the sensation of mud squishing between his toes was somewhat foreign and could not detract from the overall experience. Wide pale green eyes lingered on the near-overflowing riverbanks and the leafy green foliage that they passed on the way to – what was it? – StarClan’s Claws. The trees especially captured his attention, and he found himself wondering if living beneath their branches ever became suffocating in the same way that staying for too long in the cave could make one start to yearn for the open sky. He could make out their silhouettes against the darkened sky as their branches crowded together to form the canopy of the dense forest he had seen so often from above. Everything seemed so much larger now that he was standing among them.
As he stepped toward the throng of strangers, he once again wished that Rose were here with him. She had a way with other cats that he admired and tried to copy but could never quite manage on his own (which wasn’t surprising by any means, since Rose was an extraordinary and talented she-cat, while he was just Echo). After many, many moons of practice, he could make do, but he had long since accepted that understanding the interactions of others would never be his area of expertise. Rose, on the other hand, his sweet, beautiful Rose, had such a way with words that she could make a rock all hot and bothered. And though he doubted that she would be as impressed as he was – Rose was so smart she seemed to know everything already – he thought it would have been nice to share this experience with her anyway.
Thus it was with a very particular feline on his mind that the prey-hunter ended up in the company of an entirely different she-cat. An unspoken signal to disperse and mingle must have passed between the Tribe cats, for Echo had very suddenly found himself alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Upon seeing Leopard’s familiar spotted pelt nearby, he had started to make his way toward the snow bengal only to find that the distinctive markings in question belonged to a rather anxious – though pretty – looking she-cat who only spared him and his apologetic smile a glance before disappearing back into the crowd. As the throng of cats shifted, he saw her again near another equally pretty she-cat who looked young enough to be a To-Be. Seemingly sensing his gaze upon her, the older of the two looked back in his direction, and her piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as she stiffened. Was it him? For another moment, Echo held her gaze and then glanced away.
Pale green eyes scanned the crowd before landing on a brown feline with black stripes standing not far from him. Wandering over, Echo wondered idly if all clan cats were so nice to look at (though none were nearly as beautiful as his dear Rose). Slender and delicate, she seemed perfectly at home amongst the crowd, yet despite wearing her confidence like a crown, she stood slightly apart from the rest. Alone. Perhaps she would appreciate some company? Talking with strangers seemed to be the whole reason they were here, after all. He approached, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. “Hi,” He said politely. “I’m Echo. I live in the mountains, with the Tribe. Do you mind if I join you?”
Prey-Hunter of the Tribe
"[The alchemists] were true men of science. They mapped the heavens, tracked the course of the stars. They classified the air we breathe, the circulation of our blood. All modern medicine comes from them – I too wished the penetrate nature, to lay bare her deepest mysteries. So I studied mathematics. I experimented with galvanism – you induce spasms in inanimate flesh, with a current from a chloride battery – where a zinc plate’s laid on a solution of ammonium chloride and Ceylon moss – and as I watched the current arc between bismuth and antimony, I found myself asking: where does the principle of life, the actual spark of life itself, where does it come from?"
- Victor Frankenstein
