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Post by Shadowbladeღ on Sept 21, 2021 23:35:36 GMT -5
"Sometimes I follow a firefly It takes me into the night Baby, I just survive I'm love drunk, I'm sorry Am I losing you?
If all you ever get from the summit is the count of the fall of man (Takes me into the night) Every call and cost made to your heart (Sorry, am I losing you?) You were in the kind of game that put the force in me (Takes me into the night) I was ever chasing fireflies" - "Fire Flies" by Gorillaz
» closed, widows/ers only : #teamdeadspouse thread « Lot of good songs to pick from but this had a good excuse for them to meet up lol Snowshod Cleaver Spacevoyager @dot
A firefly? This late, in turn of a change in season? The black and white tabby thought it strange this quiet dead night felt so still and so heavy. Some swore they smell rain somewhere in the distance cues the forest and all it's creatures to bunker down and go quiet except for it's bug inhabitants. But aside from a very quiet rumble of thunder nothing seem to come of it. And here he was staring at this soon-to-be-out of-season dancing bug. The clouds blocking out the light made it's soft warm glow somehow the more enchanting as Syndrome-enigma followed it for several long minutes. No thoughts, no interruptions just a guiding light on a dark night.
Then a second firefly, and the tom stopped, as he noticed he was surrounded by other dancing lights. A break in the dark clouds gave enough for the moon to shine it's blue glow and he realized he was in a clearing overseeing much of the territory and he wasn't alone...
Edited Oct 6, 2021 22:00:02 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
Snowshod glanced at the sky nervously as he heard another distant rumble of thunder. The storm was avoiding their land for now, but even the dark clouds overhead were enough to make him uncomfortable. His fear of the dark had ebbed moons ago, but it had started to return. It was difficult for him to see on nights without a bright moon - a combination of his advanced age and missing eye.
The mostly-white tom shuffled on in search of a river, his side splattered with blue paint. His work on a new portrait had been interrupted when the Silent Brother misstepped and fell into his own small pile of paints, and now he was wet and out of work. He lifted his head as fireflies dancing before his eye caught his attention and swerved to follow them, grateful for the light. He wove his way to a break in the trees and lifted his face toward the exposed moon, enjoying the light, and didn't notice where he was headed until he was only a few tail-lengths from Syndrome-engima.
Snowshod halted, surprised. Then he focused on sending his thoughts to the warrior: Good evening. Hope it doesn't rain.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Sept 29, 2021 22:16:43 GMT -5
The older black and white tabby offered a small smile at the other, while secretly questioning if he should ask about the messy blue paint splattered on his side. He never talked much to this one before despite him probably one of the more familiar faces he'd grown used to over time. He couldn't remember if this one was an apprentice or young warrior when he joined so long ago, they were about Lily's (Inferiorchoice) age from what he could vaguely. Man, how old did that make him?
The thoughts entering his head like that always gave him a bit of a cold shiver and he tried not to admit how uncomfortable and off-putting it was to him. Oh yeah, mind thoughts - that might have been one possibility to not talking to the Silent Brothers much. It always have him the idea they were gonna read his mind or he would think to hard about 'don't think anything weird, don't think anything weird' or he'd just start internally screaming and he would 'send' that back to whoever was unfortunately enough to be conversing with him and make things weird himself. Course, that never happened... yet.
"Oh hey, Snowshod." he glanced to the clouds at the mention of rain. "I have a good feeling it will stay over there. Course, I'm only right about the weather about once in a blue moon- say does that moon look blue to you?" he humored, confident at first but honest towards the end.
(Oops forgot to mention I changed the deputy/inquisitor’s name )
Spacevoyager found his children to be stressful, his own brother to be irritating and his best friend to be over bearing sometimes. There were rare moments where he was found alone and not in the company of his brother Alientheory or his best friend Timekeeper. His paws carried him further into the territory. That’s when he saw the first one. A small firefly darting past his nose and glowing in his face. The small creature taking him by surprise. It was rather late in the season to see them so he followed it out into a clearing. The rumble of thunder off in the distance and the sky growing darker.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Oct 6, 2021 22:18:57 GMT -5
(gotcha, updated)
Syndrome-enigma felt an instinct to glance at the direction thunder rumbled, perhaps to calm his logical urge to seek shelter despite it being so far away. There he noticed a figure in the edge of his peripheral view and saw the outline of the silver cat and no other silver cat had those contrasting swirling rosettes, "Hey!" He waved an arm in big exaggerated motion to be seen by the other. "C'mere" he motioned for the inquisitor to join them, even if the other was here in his free time or trying to be alone, he'd at least say hello to him and ask if they wanted to hang together.
(They all have S names this is why they are widowed )
The silver tom glanced in the direction of the Hey!. He noticed Snowshod and Syndrome-enigma standing in the clearly. He deduced that the call had came from Syndrome-enigma. The inquisitor took a few steps in the other toms direction deciding to join them in whatever it was they were doing. “Good evening.” He nodded a greeting in their direction.
"Wanna make a bet if he'll join us?" he mumbled to Snowshod just to spice up the mood. "I'll bet two rabbits worth of prey he stays" Syndrome-enigma said knowing when it came to a bet, he was having every intention of doing whatever he could to make it come out in his favor. And even if the other wasn't the betting type it would still give him something to do on this possibly boring, rainy night; so might as well enjoy it while he can. "Evening" he echoed back the polite greeting, "So......whatcha doing?" the black and white tom asked after and unnecessary long pause. Didn't he call him over?
Edited Oct 10, 2021 15:05:09 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
"Escaping from my children." He answered his tone sounding flat with a hint of tiredness. His citrine colored eyes looked up at the sky. The stars had been covered by rather angry looking storm clouds and the moon was no where in sight. There was a scent of rain on the soft breeze, but it had yet to start raining where the three toms stood. "It would appear the weather will not permit my wishes to escape from my children. That's a shame..."
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Nov 1, 2021 20:34:50 GMT -5
"Escape from your children?" Syndrome-enigma just looked confused as the other tom glanced at the sky. "Well... we're not your kids. you can just hang with us if you're trying to get away from something. Say, why do you wanna 'escape your kids' anyways?" He had a lifetime of 30 something kits although he missed raising his second litter, so even after having to raise his third on his own he still couldn't imagine wanting to 'escape' any of them - even the more tedious of his kits.
