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The sleek-furred calico patterned she-cat slipped into the darkness of the night, leaving the den that didn't feel like home. It was common for her to slip out and go sleep by herself, for she couldn't get the rest she needed surrounded by a bunch of her clanmates. To any naive cat, it would appear to them it was just one of those nights; besides, most just knew her as the 'cat that is constantly leaving'. But, to a careful eye, it would be obvious that she was up to something. It was way past moon-high, and the moon's light shone down onto her pelt, her brown and ginger tabby markings seeming to sparkle. Bright eyes glew a fiery amber as she navigated her way out of WinterClan's camp.
As she grew closer and closer to WinterClan's old camp, where she stayed frequently despite the warnings of the 'white cats' (she couldn't recall a time she had ever seen one). As she approached the old camp, she couldn't help but to feel that someone was following her. Her ears swiveled back and she stopped in her tracks, fur beginning to stand on edge. Her whiskers twitched as she tried to sense where they were around her. She was about to give up and just continue along her way and wait for them to show. But then, they did something that alerted her to where they were: they stepped on a twig.
With a growl rising in her throat, Frozenrequiem turned and bounded towards the sound, flying through the underbrush with her claws unsheathed. She went barreling into another feline, a tom by the scent, and she was quick to pin him down. Her right paw was at his throat with her claws lightly digging into his flesh, and her left paw was slammed down upon his chest to keep him from rising, all the while her lower half was pinned firmly against his. "Who are you?" She hissed, and for a moment her eyes lit up as she realized who it was. It was that damn tom-cat from the meeting earlier. Despite this knowledge popping into her head, she stood her ground, waiting for his reply.
Goldenlion rarely slept with WinterClan's current camp, content to take short naps out in the territory rather than sleeping through the night. When you slept for long periods of time, you also missed much that went on. He often went to visit WinterClan's old camp, after all that had been his home. The stone rings that protected it made him feel at ease. He had been heading that way, when the sight of the she-cat he had saw before caught his eyes. Keeping his distance, he followed behind her watching the way he hips swayed when she walked almost putting him into a trance.
It was obvious that she had picked up on his presense, although she hadn't manage to pinpoint. He looked down at the stick before him, and instead of stepping over it he slammed his weight upon it to force it to snap. He wanted her to know him that he was here, to turn so that he could gaze into those beautiful eyes once more.
What he wasn't expecting was her to coming charging at him blindly, before even trying to discern who it was that had been following her. He could have easily countered the attack, but it would have sent her falling down the edge of the drop of. Something that he would rather avoid, so he allowed his body to go limp even helping her pin him by leaning backwards so that his own weight would pull him backwards . Despite himself, he smiled. A rare thing for those that knew him. He hadn't smiled since the birth of his daughter, so why now? Oh thats why he thought as he got lost in the golden orbs staring down into his own. What was it about those eyes? It wasn't like most of the clan didn't share the same coloring.
"Impressive" he chuckled, hardly feeling the blood that had begun to well up on his neck.from her claws "Only one other cat has been able to claim besting me, so you should feel honored. My name is Goldenlion, now may I have the name of the victor?" even though it was he whom had allowed her to pin him, he would still give her this victory. Even the way he was speaking was different, for he demanded respect from others. He didn't grovel, and yet here he was asking for her name. It felt strange on his tongue, yet she was having an effect on him. It was something that he couldn't deny, nor fight. Nor did he want to....
A few moments of silence passed them as they stared at each other, and Frozenrequiem felt... weird, to say in the least. The way he was staring at her, this certain smolder apparent in his gaze, caused her to feel weak. What was this feeling, and why was it coming on so strongly? Clearing her throat, Frozenrequiem sheathed her claws and stepped off of the tom, her cheeks heating up as she realized how compromising their position had been. Something fluttered in her stomach and she nearly doubled over, but kept a cold exterior; she hated showing emotions. Emotions meant weakness.
Every place that their fur intertwined sent shivers through his body as they stood there merely gazing into each other's eyes. He had to resisit the urge to reach upwards and pull her back onto his stomach, as she pulled away. She was trying to hide it, but it was clear to him that he was having a similar effect on her from the look in her eyes. She didn't have to say or do anything, the windows into her soul had told him what he had wanted to know.
He stood, shaking the newly fallen snow from his fur that had accumulate during their encounter "Frozenrequium, it suits you" he stated, almost as if giving his approval of the name she had been given. It pleased him, and saying the name felt sweet like the taste of honey sliding upon his tongue. If her name was wrong, he didn't want to be right. He moved forward, making sure that his long fur brushed against her as he passed taking the lead towards the old winterclan camp, for it had been rather obvious where she had been headed "Do you often visit WinterClan's old camp" he paused at the entrace, raising his paw and feeling the familiar cold stone underneathe. These stones held many memories for him
Of course, She sighed within her head, Frozen means cold, frosted over. That is exactly who I am. Why are you showing any interest in me? Frozenrequiem argued with Goldenlion in her mind, but she refused to say a word out loud. She, for a mere moment, thought about pouncing back on him and shredding him to pieces; that would rid her of her current predicament. But, nonetheless, she knew that as the new Deputy she couldn't do what she wanted anymore. She had responsibilities now, a clan to look after, much to her distaste.
Upon hearing his question, she lifted her chin, peering up at the much larger tom. It was strange, how big he was, for she was a large cat herself; much stronger and much more lethal than your average molly. "I was born there. I don't remember much of it." But I do remember the beauty. She finished in her thoughts. "It's where I sleep."
Yes frozen could mean cold or frosted over, but it could also mean a pause in time. The last part of her name, requiem. It meant mass of dead. A time in which cats gathered to sing and pray for the souls of the departed. A pause in mourning, a second chance for those who need it the most. If only she knew the truth.... Perhaps she would be his second chance.
His paw slowly lowered, leaving the grey imprint of his paw in the snow covered stone. So she had been born here, that at least gave him some indication of her age. She must have been born not long after he had reigned, from what he had been able to gather the clan changed camps a few leaders after his departure "If only these walls could talk, i'm sure they would have many stories to tell" he walked on, effortlessly navigating through the maze of rings as he had done countless times in his previous life. There was no hesitation until he reached the center ring, standing before the den that had once been his own.. He peered in it's dark depths, allowing his thoughts to wash over his mind like waves upon the beach.
F R O Z E N R E Q U I E M "Had to have high, high hopes for a living. Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing."
Frozenrequiem watched as Goldenlion sank deep into his own thoughts, and she decided this was her chance to leave without being detected. She didn't plan on conversing with anyone tonight, let alone the tom known as Goldenlion. She had heard the rumors that had spread throughout camp, even though she wasn't one for gossip. He was Goldenstar himself reincarnated. A tom who had loved and lost, a broken shell of a former leader.
She turned to begin her descent into the woodland, but she stopped in her tracks, ears swivelling back to pin against her cranium. With a sigh, and against her better 'judgement' (or whatever flawed views she harbored), Frozenrequiem flipped around to face Goldenlion. "Stories such as?" She began, acting as if she was interested when truly, she wanted nothing more than to get out of there, or for him to at least leave her alone so she could dwell all by her lonesome.
