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If the wind blew any harder, it would carry him straight off his paws and down to his death 10,000 tail-lengths below. The black chasm of the world yawned underneath him, like the mouth of a great beast eager to consume, the wind its breath vacuuming him down.
What was he doing out here, anyway? Not for the first time, Squidking cursed his own bravado. It had caused him more trouble than glory in the last few moons, fueling antics that had sent him tumbling down the caste as fast as the stones he kicked down into the blackness below.
A series of bets had gone too far, and he held his pride too close to yield. He’d set out hours ago to collect an eagle’s egg from one of the nests high in the cliffs. If he made it back alive, with egg, he’d win. But a storm had set in during his search, and he had too much pride to turn back now.
By the time he’d crossed the ledge, he was shivering down to his bones. Mercifully, the mouth of a cave appeared in his peripheral vision. Maybe he’d go in there for a few hours and wait out the storm…
But as he stepped into the cave, he sensed motion in the blackness beyond.
Had someone else been caught in this dreadful weather?
TLDNR: Squidking is caught in a blizzard and he’s gone into a cave for shelter. Feel free to have your character sitting in there doing something c;
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Post by uniqcrim on Sept 21, 2021 22:15:53 GMT -5
(First of all squidking is an amazing name I highly approve 👌👌)
She was not even supposed to be out here, at least not in this cave. They had escorted her out of the cave very briefly and then the blizzard came through and surprised them. It separated her from the guards and now she was holed up here, anxiously chewing on a spot on her front leg. Would they accuse her of trying to escape? Should she really escape and go somewhere else? Rimeswirl had come to Winterclan in hopes they would take her in. The seemed much more fitting to her personality than the other clans. Maybe that's why she was still a prisoner. It was frustrating. The pretty white she-cat with silver tabby swirls along her sides and feet picked a new leg and a different spot. The anxiety was going to kill her.
Suddenly, there was a loud blundering sound of feet in the cave and she froze. "Who's there?" She hissed in a heavily accented voice,, claws siding out of their sheaths. If someone-or something-tried to attack her she was ready. Her grandmother told her tales of ghosts who found wayward cats sheltering during blizzards and did away with them. While the situation seemed dubious, she did not doubt that there were spirits who wished her ill harm.
Her eyes adjusted and the smell of winterclan filled her nostrils. Rimeswirls heart dropped, "This isn't what it looks like, I swear."
[ Thank you! Funny enough it was my 3rd option for this character, but I really like it now c: Rimeswirls is very cute ]
Born and in bred in the Seraph class, Squidking had never paid much attention to the prisoners. His disregard wasn’t the high-nosed and contemptuous type – no, he was just a captive of the moment; the type of cat who didn’t notice anything that wasn't part of his life. The prisoners were so well trained: they were never seen when they weren’t wanted, always sticking to the peripheral of camp life, taking their rest low in the ice cages where you couldn’t even hear them snore. Totally out of sight, and completely out of mind. He’d never been the type of cat that needed a prisoner to do his bidding, anyway. He preferred his exploits to be of his own making. That was the fun of it.
So with all that being said, the sight of Rimeswirl didn’t trigger outrage or accusation. Without the prison guards escorting her, all he saw was:
“A pretty lady caught out in a storm, is what it looks like,” he smirked in amusement.
He shuffled down into the darkness. His ink-black coat made him practically invisible next to her, save for his two silver eyes. Already the heat of her body in the enclosed space was beginning to warm his frozen fur.
“They say misery loves company, and while I’ve never put much stock into what others say, I am glad to see you.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Oct 20, 2021 14:34:05 GMT -5
Rimeswirl let out a breath she didn't know she held. A prisoner without a guard could have some pretty serious consequences if he ratted on her.. hopefully that would not end up being the case. "Likewise. I'm beginning to think this storm may never let up." She sighed, peering out at the blizzard beyond.
"You look quite cold. Are you okay...?" She didn't know his name but it was implied she was asking.
A purr swirled in his chest, summoning a broad smile that split his face like a crescent moon. “My name is Squidking,” he announced proudly, like the name carried weight beyond the tall, slim ebon tom that possessed it. His observant silver dollar eyes noted the she-cat’s unease, but he assumed that was from the cold more than anything. As for him, you’d think he’d forgotten all about his own frigidness by the way he loosened his shoulders and relaxed as he looked her over. “And what do they call you?” His tone was more playful than suspicious, evidently trying to make the best out of the bad situation.
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Post by uniqcrim on Nov 13, 2021 14:15:09 GMT -5
It was an unusual name but not a bad one. She offered him a smile and curled her large fluffly tail around her body, "My name is now Rimeswirl, although I have been known by many names before this one." She held her head high and stuck her chest out with pride. She had traveled far to end up here and escape her old life. Only to end up stuck in a storm, but the company was interesting at least. "It is nice to know you, I only know the other prisoners and some of the guards,"
Hmm? The way she worded that almost gave the impression that she was one of the prisoners. “Mysterious,” Squidking rumbled. Still, a fierce, guileless smile remained on his jaw – even as the pieces of this puzzle slid into place in his mind, he gave no outward reaction beyond just an initial blink of realization, a second or two of interruption to his radiance. “So, you’re one of the hopeless wanderer types? A bird of passage?” He stared off into the black abyss of the cave pensively. “I envy you; I’m still waiting for the chance to leave Winterclan and see the rest of the world. One day I will – as soon as I see to my responsibilities here.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 6, 2021 23:59:40 GMT -5
She tiled her head and watched him curiously for a moment. "Having travelled has taught me many things. The landscapes can be beautiful but dangerous. Cats are sweet sprinkled with cruelty. People can be horrific and wonderful. It's a world filled with wonders and horrors alike. It has truly been quite the paradox and I don't regret a moment of it." It was unusual for her to talk about any of her time outside of winterclan but he seemed an interesting cat. One who was trying to escape the bonds she so desperately wanted to fit into.
Squidking’s held her gaze as she spoke about the world she’d experienced, but his gaze wasn’t truly on her, but in his mind’s eye, as he imagined the wonderous, complicated world she described. “That sounds wonderful,” he commented after she’d finished. “It sounds like adventure… like you never know what it’ll offer when you wake up in the morning.” His smile persisted, but as he looked at her, he couldn’t help but cock his head, the awe in his grey eyes replaced by curiosity. “So, why’d you come here, of all places? This mountain is my home, and the home of a hundred of my ancestors before me… but it’s so drab. Why didn’t you keep flying?” He also wondered how long this little bird had been a captive, but he kept that question to himself, for now.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 13, 2021 17:15:57 GMT -5
"It was a long, lonely road. I missed my home and my sisters. I had seen so much and it all became to lose it wonder and gloss. Winterclan... reminds me of a home I can never return to," it was so far gone she wouldn't even know where to start. There was a small, sad smile on her face and she stared out into the storm with a distant look on her face. After a brief moment she returned her gaze to him,
"If you want out so badly, then why are you still here?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
“You make it sound so easy,” Squidking dismissed the idea with a laugh. “I have responsibilities. Expectations. It’s nice to be born on top of the world, literally and figuratively, but after a while you become a prisoner of the expectations others have for you.” He gazed at the storm with a wry smile, amused by the similar circumstance he and this prisoner now found themselves in. Who knew how long this storm would last?
“I know no one pities the life of a Seraph – I certainly don’t need to tell you about hardship – but that doesn’t mean we don’t have our own struggles, too.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 18, 2021 22:42:48 GMT -5
Her laugh jingled like bells in the wind and she looked away for a moment, "My apologies but it is very accurate. Anywhere you go. Even if you left there would be struggles." She studied him for a moment, leaning in closer for a good look into his eyes. She leaned back with an amused expression on her white swirled face.
"I have an inkling that you don't really want to run away to the outside world, you just love the idea of it. Because if you simply left there would be no responsibilities or duties. If you really wanted to go you wouldn't care about those. I find it admirable that you won't simply leave on a whim. It's cautious and smart."
For a few moments their laughter rang together in the cold gloom, their shared amusement about the futility of life bringing some much-needed glee to this night. But his laughter abruptly cut off as she leaned closer to peer into his silver eyes. Squidking blinked, a bit startled, but equally curious what she was seeing in them. He was typically the cat who left others taken aback – his bold personality could outrage or enrapture, depending on the cat – but for once he was the one stopped in his tracks. After a moment he gave a good-natured chuckle; this swirl-furred cat really was interesting.
Cautious? Smart? His brow arched, once again surprised. Those weren’t two superlatives he was used to hearing. He peered at her, his face frozen in baited interest as she read him; her honeyed words stroked his ego, sure, but they weren’t worth the price of what he saw in his own silver-dollar eyes. “If only my mother could hear you say that,” he joked after a silence. “She wouldn’t believe it, coming from me. Say, why don’t you hold the thought? You can repeat it when we visit her.” He laughed again – but this one was less breathy – almost a snort. “I wish I was all that – my parents did too. But I’m not here because I want to be.” His gaze had been drawn to the vacancy of the ceiling, but now it returned to her. “I’m here because I’m expected to be. I’m a prisoner of sorts. A prisoner of expectations.” The irony invoked a cheeky smile.
He let out a sigh and stretched out his long spine, his glossy black coat shifting in the darkness. He then lowered himself to the ground, trying his best to get comfortable on the damp stone. “It doesn't look like this storm will let up anytime soon, so we're in it for the long-haul. Might as well get to know each other. So, what is it that you want, little birdie? A home away from home? How’s Winterclan stacking up to your old digs? I hope the cats where you’re from are nicer.”
She chuckled lightly, Rimeswirl wasn't exactly the sort of cat to be able to speak for others under normal circumstances. Her life had been anything but normal, and she was coming up on a year of being a prisoner. "Hardly. They were all mothers, aunts, sisters, regardless of if we shared blood. They were hard and cold and cared more about who was their blood than I thought was worth it. Very similar to winterclan. My home was far away, I don't know how far. I was trapped by humans and traveled for several days before finally being able to run away. I found myself drawn to a similar group because of them, I suppose." She sighed. The she-cat had never shared this story with anyone, not even Rowansight who had been talking to her for some time when he was on guard duty.
She looked over at him, having avoided his gaze while she was talking. It was hard to talk about them, she missed them all so much and there was no way back. "I wish I was a bird so I could fly back home but Winterclan is my home now." Her voice was barely above a whisper and she smiled softly.
“And did you ever consider another way of living? With cats that softer, perhaps? Climates that are more… favorable?” As always, his question ended with a sly smile; a sneaky little expression that looked like he had some secret joke in mind. But his question wasn’t meant to be mocking, or even judgmental really – he was curious about this cat. For her to be so content in such a discontent-able station in life… was curious. His stir-craze had grown so fierce lately, he could hardly bare it, and he practically had the run of the place as a Seraph. For a prisoner to be so blissful... Her worst fears had crossed his mind – he’d thought that perhaps she’d taken the storm as an opportunity to make a daring escape, when no cat was likely to follow her. But now he realized that wasn’t true at all. He imagined that she’d gladly march back to her imprisonment when this all blew over – he imagined she’d even lock her own cell door.
“We’re a cruel people,” he suddenly declared as her tone grew softer. He didn’t expand on the thought – he grew silent to measure her reaction to his words, his silver eyes straining as he studied her. “Are we not?”
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