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Post by MorteAutumnal on Apr 1, 2022 2:51:05 GMT -5
A lithe form sat atop a frost encrusted rock that stuck out from the sheer cliff face. The wind ruffled dark smokey fur, sunlight dancing off silver streaks and flecks. It was clear enough from the sharp angles of her body that she wasn't eating well but she was no stranger to a fast. Green eyes like the pines that rose up around her gazed out into the forests and valleys beyond. Searching. For something she probably couldn't have but seeking nonetheless.
Winterpaw padded through the frosty forest, her fresh kill in tow. she flicked her ears in agitation, her arranged wedding would be soon, and soon she would be appointed knight of the wise. It was a comfy position that held respect, and her to be mate wasn't all that bad, but she wished her brother wouldn't be such a downer about it. the tri point Siamese decided to take a walk to clear her head, when she noticed the cat at the cliff face. Placing her prey down she mewed, "Hello?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Apr 10, 2022 2:36:21 GMT -5
Dark ears pricked in response and swiveled back a bit but the lone she-cat never turned away from gazing out at the landscape. "Hello. Who is it?" She was a bit distracted by her own thoughts and hadn't recognized her clan mate's voice at first. Jaguarspell held a comfortable position with having a long line of pure WinterClan blood but she remained an outcast socially. Wandering around the territory. Rumors were that she was unsettled due to the death of her litter, a litter whom no one had known the father of, other rumors were that she was possessed by a senselessly wandering wraith. The latter was closer to the truth. She had never felt peace since she had lost her litter. She longer to be a mother. But she also longed for something that wasn't readily available in her clan due to the concept of arranged pairings...love. She had had it. She still felt it. But he was gone. Lost to her.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 10, 2022 20:56:25 GMT -5
The small cat kicked some dirt over her catch. Padding slowly to the she-cat Winterpaw mewed, "I- I am Winterpaw. Are you... Are you Jaguarspell?" her voice was questioning but still polite, she had heard rumors floating around, but resided in herself not to assume things about others. One can never be sure of someone else's struggles, and her willingness to see all sides and judge based of of all the facts is one of the reasons she would make a good knight.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Apr 11, 2022 0:23:20 GMT -5
The smokey pelted she-cat finally turned to the younger cat. Her green eyes seemed unfocused but slowly they cleared, like most rising away from the earth. "Yes." She meowed in response. She knew of the rumors of course. But she had always been stoic and quiet ever since her father was killed in battle. The loss of her litter only served to make it worse. "You're Winterpaw...set to become a Knight soon." She stated. Her voice was smooth like glassy ice on a clear frozen pond, with an inflection of curiosity to it. "That must be exciting for one so young." She inquired with a slight tilt of her head as her green eyes bored into the other she-cat intensely. But the intensity wouldn't have been blazing it was more a quiet understanding.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 12, 2022 23:24:33 GMT -5
Winterpaw flicked her tail embarrassed. "I will have my full name soon." she mewed awkwardly, aware of the other cats gaze, and ofcourse she was only getting the position because she was due to marry a high ranking individual. Even worse still l, her to be mate had a mate before who passed. "I look forward to the challange!" She mewed pushing down her doubts.
Winterpaw padded up closer "may I?" She gestered to a spot next to the stoic she-cat, waiting to see if it was okay for her to sit next to Jaguarspell.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Apr 12, 2022 23:52:32 GMT -5
After a brief moment the she-cat nodded graciously. "Of course." She turned back to gaze at the expanse of other lands her tail sweeping the snow encrusted rocky ledge and coming to wrap around her paws softly. A brisk breeze made her ears flick for a moment before it died away again. "I often come here to this spot. I wonder what it's like beyond here. Beyond the constant bone chilling cold and snow up here." She mewed.
