Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2020 0:57:44 GMT -5
LIGHTNINGCLAN |
15 MOONS |
EVER WAXING AND WANING
In LightningClan's world of stagnant motive, Greenrift had found herself quiet low. The life of a warrior was exceedingly dull, and she found her eloquence and finesse wasted on the grungy workload of the masses. She was a clean cat, and though by no means afraid to get dirty, was not a fan of thunderstorms. The clouds were dark and spewing precipitation. Rain meant mud. She found herself sitting at the entrance, disdain dripping from her green gaze as she waited for the motivation to take that first step.
It didn't come.
Greenrift glanced back into the warriors den. There was an effort to blink away the sleep from her gaze, though her eyelids remained heavy. The rain gave the dens an earthy, damp smell, one that she found herself drinking in greedily as she waited by the entrance. Greenrift tried desperately to look at every other corner of the den in avoidance, though ultimately her gaze rested upon the nests of her sisters. Jealousy sharpened her gaze and seared within her like heartburn. Resentment was sour taste in her mouth, no doubt.
What drove her closer to the storm was envy, an emotion she fought so hard to contain.
"Not partial to rain I take it." Sparkjaw meowed groggily, sitting comfortably beside Greenrift. Too comfortably. She felt her patience falter for a moment, though composure returned upon his derivative response. "Me neither."
Greenrift wasn't partial to company, but tact rushed from her jaws before trouble could. This time at least.
"If I was meant to live in the water, StarClan would have given me gills."
"Wouldn't that be something, a cat with gills?" He muttered, likely trapped in some absurd reverie. "Nah, I bet RainClan's hiding them somewhere. Same way StoneClan's hiding their stones, if you know what I mean."
Greenrift's gaze gravitated towards Sparkjaw's with a mixture of amusement and hauteur. She questioned how she always managed to attract his uncouth yet risible ways, though through that unique, lighthearted disdain she so often felt in his presence, Sparkjaw sparked something inside her that made her shift uncomfortably. His primitive ways were...engaging to say the least.
"Your...audacity," Impudence. Shut up! "Is charming, in an unpolished, rustic sort of way."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Sparkjaw smothered Greenrift with a seductive grin. Greenrift felt herself cringe inside and unknowingly returned the look with a stony, unimpressed gaze and a shattering jibe.
"It wasn't."
She pulled herself to her paws briskly, leaving Sparkjaw sitting smugly at the entrance, his voice growing fainter with each wet, splashing step. Don't look back.
"Sticks and stones, Greenrift. If you want to push me away, you'll have to do better than that!"
It didn't come.
Greenrift glanced back into the warriors den. There was an effort to blink away the sleep from her gaze, though her eyelids remained heavy. The rain gave the dens an earthy, damp smell, one that she found herself drinking in greedily as she waited by the entrance. Greenrift tried desperately to look at every other corner of the den in avoidance, though ultimately her gaze rested upon the nests of her sisters. Jealousy sharpened her gaze and seared within her like heartburn. Resentment was sour taste in her mouth, no doubt.
What drove her closer to the storm was envy, an emotion she fought so hard to contain.
"Not partial to rain I take it." Sparkjaw meowed groggily, sitting comfortably beside Greenrift. Too comfortably. She felt her patience falter for a moment, though composure returned upon his derivative response. "Me neither."
Greenrift wasn't partial to company, but tact rushed from her jaws before trouble could. This time at least.
"If I was meant to live in the water, StarClan would have given me gills."
"Wouldn't that be something, a cat with gills?" He muttered, likely trapped in some absurd reverie. "Nah, I bet RainClan's hiding them somewhere. Same way StoneClan's hiding their stones, if you know what I mean."
Greenrift's gaze gravitated towards Sparkjaw's with a mixture of amusement and hauteur. She questioned how she always managed to attract his uncouth yet risible ways, though through that unique, lighthearted disdain she so often felt in his presence, Sparkjaw sparked something inside her that made her shift uncomfortably. His primitive ways were...engaging to say the least.
"Your...audacity," Impudence. Shut up! "Is charming, in an unpolished, rustic sort of way."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Sparkjaw smothered Greenrift with a seductive grin. Greenrift felt herself cringe inside and unknowingly returned the look with a stony, unimpressed gaze and a shattering jibe.
"It wasn't."
She pulled herself to her paws briskly, leaving Sparkjaw sitting smugly at the entrance, his voice growing fainter with each wet, splashing step. Don't look back.
"Sticks and stones, Greenrift. If you want to push me away, you'll have to do better than that!"
Ghost the Undead Goddess (Green stalking?)
Fawn (Spark stalking?)