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“My gods, you really are from here, huh?” Wolfspeak was fascinated. That was a natural explanation for how effortlessly he’d traversed the black ice, and his unsettled disposition when they first entered the burial grounds. “I’m sorry for bringing you here, I didn’t realize…” he looked about the meadow. What was a sanctuary for Wolfspeak must’ve been a bitter reminder of all this stranger had lost. His blue eyes drifted down to the stranger’s picture, the crossed-out family. It was cruel to make him relive that.
Still, the few siblings that remained in that family tree tickled his curiosity. He’d have to ask his dear wife about a mute tom with silver fur and sad blue eyes.
What did Winterclan do to deserters?
“How’s your leg feeling? We should get out of here before we’re discovered.”
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Post by achromatic on Aug 19, 2021 18:49:40 GMT -5
He gave Wolfspeak a shy smile, wondering if he did the right thing in telling a total stranger who he really was. Surely few remembered his name by now; he had never been much of a presence, but even then, he knew WinterClan didn't treat deserters well. Anything that betrayed this idea that WinterClan was sovereign above all else was treated with a certain brutality; WinterClan cats were a nationalistic bunch after all.
Silverspectre glanced down at his paw again, moving it lightly. It felt better, not as swollen and painful as before. He gave Wolfspeak a nod, before tilting his head, asking him what would happen if they truly were discovered.
Silverspectre’s expression didn’t reflect the urgency Wolfspeak felt, so he could only conclude that Winterclan had changed since his silvery companion had left. The head tilt seemed to ask 'what would happen if we were caught' and to that Wolfspeak simply shook his head and meowed, “nothing you’d like.”
The bitter air stirred as he got to his paws and trotted back the way they'd come, beckoning for the other tom to follow.
[ Want to do a time skip? Or perhaps another Wolf/Saturn RP picking up when Wolf gets home tonight? ]
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Post by achromatic on Sept 15, 2021 6:18:37 GMT -5
(yessss let's)
Silverspectre nodded at that, a thoughtful expression on his face. WinterClan had been kinder when his mother ruled, he was certain, and part of him missed it, missed the frigid air and the space coated in white, but it wasn't home anymore. He'd never truly belong here. Nor anywhere, the other voice in his head spoke, but he ignored it.
At the border, he gave Wolfspeak a look, a grateful expression on his face, mixed with a question. Would they ever meet again?
By the time the green pasture gave way to grey cliffs again, the chill in his bones wasn’t the proverbial kind, but the real aching thing. The kind that blinded all other thoughts and bent the mind to one desire – warmth. But he knew he wouldn’t find it with who awaited him.
His long grey coat was powdered with white frost as he slid back into camp. It was twilight now – the sun had already slipped behind the mountain tops, the last vestiges of its light crushed and seeping from the sky like blood. Escorting his mute silver friend to the border had taken longer than he’d expected – even with the injured paw. He wasn’t frustrated by that, though – he’d found strange comfort in the Fallclanners presence and dreaded his return to camp – to his wife, besides.
The camp was in that strange time of day when Warriors and Apprentices were returning from their training sessions and hunting expeditions, milling about to share tongues and enjoy dinner before bedtime. He scanned the crowd, but failed to see his wife’s face in the lazy bustle. She’s not still moping in the Warrior’s den, is she? He thought, with a prick of concern. Their marriage was off to a rocky start, but he was still concerned about her well-being.
After a few mild hellos and idle pleasantries exchanged, he managed to peel away from his peers to cross towards the Warrior’s den. He’d spent most of the day avoiding her, but duty still prompted him to check up on her before he went to bed.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 11, 2021 6:31:01 GMT -5
Sinkingsaturn had done just about the same thing, spent all day out in the wilds to avoid the mere idea of having to do anything with her dearly beloved husband. The territory was large and the mountains always had something to offer, but even she couldn't stay out in the frosty slopes all day; the wind was starting to pick up and snow had just begun to fall, and as much as she pretended to be as capable of others, her mother's shorter fur put her at a disadvantage when it came to being a WinterClan cat.
As she slunk back into the camp, her eyes shifty and irritable, she made sure to avoid all the hotspots for gossip. That was one thing she found irritating. Perhaps in her youth, she had indulged in the same gossip as everyone else did, excited to hear the latest bit of news about who was doing what, who was doing who, but these days, she find them loathsome and tiring. Why did cats around here have so much to say about so many things? She couldn't understand.
At first, she had intended to be curled up in sleep by the time Wolfspeak returned, but it seemed she had miscalculated the time. As he entered their den, she was still organizing her nest, the one she made, still refusing to share the same bed as her husband. For a moment, her eyes met his, frosty blue against his own, before she turned away.
"There's half a rabbit left if you're hungry," she grumbled. As much as she wished to be fiery in her anger, it was exhausting being angry so often. Instead, she decided to continue focusing on her work. Ignoring him would suffice for now.
He murmured a thank you and fetched the half-eaten rabbit to curl up snuggly a few tail lengths away. He was surprised and half relieved at this semblance of normalcy in their relationship. And as that tension eased, the realization of how hungry he was washed over him in a wave of weariness. His jaws were adrip with eager saliva as he ripped into the cold meat.
The wild scents drifting from his wife’s short fur were hard to ignore – even more pronounced on his keen nose than the rabbit he was devouring. As much as assumed she wanted to keep communication with him at a minimum – at least tonight – he hoped her offering of the prey was an indication that she was more willing to offer more to him, even something as small as the adventures of her day. He could probably guess where she’d been off to – the frosty aroma suggested she’d been freezing her tail off in the upper peaks of the territory – but genuine curiosity prompted him to want to know more. “I had a crazy day,” he half-laughed, trying to sound casual, like pretending their relationship was effortless would make it so. “What were you up to today?” He watched her back as she busily organized her nest, hoping she would give an ample answer to at least keep his charade humming.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 23, 2021 16:58:07 GMT -5
She didn't want to talk. There was still a bitterness she could feel deep in her heart, but she was too tired to really let it spew from her mouth. Her days felt empty these days. Sinkingsaturn would never admit this, but gods, she felt so lonely at times. Her family was mostly gone. She barely knew most of the cats that came and went from WinterClan these days. Her existence up on this lonely mountain was like the winter, frigid and desolate.
Wolfspeak was putting effort into this, she knew, and there were times she almost regarded him with pity, yet she knew he was the one who benefited from this and her heart would go frigid once more. "It was the same as usual," she drawled, voice muffled by her back turned against him, "nothing ever happens in this damn place."
Wolfspeak blinked at her back, her dejected tone taking him slightly by surprise. He had prepared herself for her sharp retorts, but her tone now was bordering on depressed. Words of comfort formed tenuously on his tongue, but they felt half-hearted to Wolfspeak, who felt just as hollow inside as she did. His eyes dropped to the carcass at his paws, feeling utterly unqualified for this role.
After several moments of quiet, his voice rang out again: “well, something… interesting did happen today.” She hadn't asked him how his day had gone, but he’d tell her all the same, because who else was he going to tell? “I met a strange fellow at the border.” His tone was flat, not strained out of desperate wanting like it had a moment ago.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 23, 2021 17:52:50 GMT -5
She didn't want to be mean and tell him that frankly, she didn't care, she didn't have the time and energy to really listen to him blabber on about his day considering they barely knew each other, and that this was all just boring fluff to fill in time, and that none of this mattered at all...so she listened for a moment, a sigh leaving her mouth as her eyes met his warily.
"Did you chase him off?" she frowned, "what's so interesting about a stranger anyway? FallClan and SpringClan intruders are all the same." She was alike to the other WinterClan cats in being distrustful of the other clans, after all.
“No… this one was different,” Wolfspeak reflected, unable to keep an excited lilt out of his voice, like he was on the verge of revealing a surprise. He was still firmly ignorant to the intimacy of his wife’s relation to the stranger; he couldn’t quite see the branch of the great family tree they shared. But he thought the interaction was enough to be intriguing, and surely his wife would remember a voiceless silver tom, likely of higher blood.
But then he glanced over to see the look in his wife’s eye, and suddenly surmising the silver friend he’d made as ‘the mute’ felt like a betrayal. Their meeting suddenly felt like a secret one, a funny little dream that you kept all to yourself, for fear that others wouldn’t understand. His voice grew flat, shaded dismissive as he responded, “I saw him off to the border. He was a Fallclanner, I guess. He didn’t make any trouble.” He bent down to take another bite out of the rabbit, despite the cold, rigid meat that met his teeth.
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Post by achromatic on Nov 29, 2021 16:48:39 GMT -5
She raised a brow, finally lifting her head to stare at him strangely. What did he have to do with a FallClanner? It made no sense at all why he'd be with a FallClanner, but then again...her mind was already working overtime. Was this one of those situations in which he was telling her something else? Was he...was he seeing someone else? She knew their sham of a marriage never really meant anything, but it was still another thing to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.
She looked uncertain. What could she say? She gave him a faint smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. "You know what? I'm happy for you," she murmured, looking away, "glad you have some sort of company I guess." Better than her, she thought dryly. Better than her.
“He was just some stranger I chased off,” Wolfspeak’s voice was suddenly defensive, “nothing more than that.” He blinked hard at her once, his eyes intense, as if willing her to believe. But his demeanor quickly cooled, as it struck him that the more adamant he was, the more suspicious he’d appear. He turned away to begin preparing his bed, but there was strain in the thick muscles of his shoulders.
Wolfspeak had resigned to shelving the topic for now – but the thought of his wife even suspecting infidelity was unsettling. He cursed himself for bringing up the tom in the first place. He knew he was innocent of any wrongdoing (at least in terms of his faithfulness to her), but nevertheless, he could feel a heat of guilt rising up in him. Some faraway feeling, buried deep within him, made him feel like he was guilty of something.
Suddenly he didn’t want to look at his wife at all, for fear his eyes might give something away. His mother had always said his eyes spoke too much. What it was he didn’t want Sinkingsaturn to see in them, he couldn’t say. But her sad little smile (gods that might’ve been the first time he’d seen her smile) and her words, ‘I’m happy for you,’ played in his mind, and would certainly linger in his dreams tonight. Any… longing… he’d had to share a nest with her this evening had frosted over, and he could hardly wait to find reprieve in his sleep, alone.
“You can have company, you know,” he added, his head turned from her. “Friends. Hobbies. Don’t let me hold you back. We’re just… additions to each other’s lives. We don’t need to consume each other.”
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Post by achromatic on Dec 21, 2021 19:08:08 GMT -5
He knew the meaning of her words, and as much as she didn't want him, as much as she didn't want any of this, as much as she wished to be free of all these traditions and traps that tied them down to the nest they stayed in, there was a part of her that had once hoped to find love, that once hoped to explore her own desire in her own time, that truly believed that love could've been everlasting.
It wasn't there on the surface anymore, not since her parents had split up, but it still hurt, to know that this wasn't something she'd ever find, that she'd always be tied to someone by name, someone she had little feelings for and someone who seemed to be just as flippant about finding other methods of living outside of the pressed clothes and couture dresses that made it nearly impossible to walk.
"Yeah," she repeated, sounding almost a little defeated, "we don't need to make it more complicated than it is." She curled up in her own nest. This was as far of a conversation she wanted to go regarding this topic. "Goodnight," she replied curly.\
