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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 30, 2019 13:49:09 GMT -5
Her fierce green eyes watched the horizon as the sun began to set, lighting the sky with blazing fire. Brawny and quite aggressive in nature, Tuskblood was like a beast compared to the beauty of the emerging twilight. Her thick grey-black fur had particles of dust and leaves strewn through it from her recent hunt, but she didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, her face was set in a straight lack of care for anything at that moment. The Summerclan deputy was known for her fierce loyalty and brute strength, but not much else. She found it difficult to relate to the other clan members at gatherings and often in her own home. However, nothing could strip away the passion to protect the group who took her in. Her dedication to serving Summerclan was unwavering and never doubted. As she stood looking out into the wilderness beyond their territory, she found herself lost in thought and not paying attention to who could be strolling on by.
"Wow, do most SummerClan cats look intimidating as you or is this just kind of a you thing?"
She was cosmic, flecks of stardust hues swept across the tips of her yellow moon fur and the spontaneous dashes of sunlight that streaked through her pelt made her look like the essence of light. Her back legs were charcoal black and her dark forest green eyes looked into Tuskblood like a kit who found something new to play with. But more interestingly than her invading SummerClan was the feathery black mask across the she-cats eyes. Black feathers surrounded her eyes and the bridge of her snout carrying an aroma that could only be described as midnight air and cold waters. She had promised to stop being the wild leader of DayClan and to do what was right. But wearing this mask, dusting her fur gold and black, well she wasn't Glowstar.
"You can call me, Vignette by the way, the disguise is a bit of a work in progress," Vignette said brushing something off from her leg, but whatever it was it was gone before Tuskblood could notice, "Let's me wander around without being yelled at as well, me. Of course, I might get bored with this after a week, who can say," She shrugged.
She had a playful and sly way of talking, the way she used to speak before she became the elegant and usually regal leader of DayClan. Playing that kind of role was exhausting though which was why she needed a disguise like this to let loose.
