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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 21:04:16 GMT -5
@peepingpeeper Separating the tall grasses with just a gentle push, a white figure made her way towards Summerclan camp, dyed orange by the sunset. She stood out compared to the browns and golds most everyone else had here. Long fur constantly full of burrs she had to pick out nightly. Nowadays she questioned why she was even here. It only felt like yesterday when she first came down here and was caught by Doestar. That was why she descended, to help him, to fulfill his last wish. At this point, she figured she was a bad luck charm. The reaper must truly follow her, and now Doestar was dead. To make things worse, she had no luck in finding his record. Her paws hurt from walking the thunderpaths all day, but she didn't stop. It only heightened her anxiety. Just what was she gonna do now? She couldn't go back home, she couldn't face any repeating records of her failure. Too wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice a mouse as it skittered in front of her.
Well, she may as well keep busy. Why not provide for her Clan? Just because she was leader, did not mean she had to be a lazy lump. She wasn’t a Doestar. The dying sun shone on her pelt, washing out her gray and white with a soft orange glow. She appreciated the sunset, loved it, actually. It meant tomorrow, and tomorrow meant a new start.
Following the scent of a recent mouse, Basilstar heard the soft rustlings of the rodent and prepared herself. Creeping forward, her paw landed right on a twig, startling the mouse off. She huffed, anger bubbling in her stomach at her failure, and began to trot after it.
The other feline stuck out like a sore thumb. Her white pelt a contrast with her surroundings. It was her. What a gem. Rolling her eyes, Basilstar, watched intently as the mouse slotted before her. Why didn’t she try to catch it?
“Did you not see that mouse right in front of you?” Making sure to keep her tone as polite and condescending as possible, she stepped out before the She-cat. “Just because you take care of the little plants, doesn’t mean you can be totally useless.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 23:26:37 GMT -5
Spectreslight wouldn't have stopped if not for that condescending tone. She knew it anywhere. It was her. What a drag. So she stopped, ignoring the receding tracks of the rodent to look at the bigger one with cold tired blue eyes. "And just cause you got a couple more lives than the rest of us, doesn't mean you can act like a drill sergeant." Basilstar always seemed to give the garden keepers the hardest time, called them useless and junk like that. If this was the small piece she could do to protect Doestar's legacy, so be it. "How'd our great leader let that little mouse get away, anyway?" Voice as cool and sassy as ever, Spectre merely rolled her eyes and started back towards camp.
“Learn to talk to your leader with respect! I don’t think I’m above you,” Maybe, “I just think you could be much better. I do this to help you, don’t forget.” Letting an icy chill creep into her tone, her fur bristled for just a moment before she forced it to lie flat. She didn’t answer her question, instead deciding to eye the she-cat. What a strange feline. A Doestar loving weirdo. Why couldn’t she just be like a regular cat?
“Spine straight, paws even and facing towards me. Good posture is key.” She purred silkily, not really finding joy in any of this. “Anyway, now that that’s over with, let’s start over. Back to camp.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 16, 2019 0:04:27 GMT -5
"Then I don't want your help, if that's what you want to call it. So if you're gonna kick me out, make it snappy. I don't have all day." She didn't meet her eyes, not letting any pretenses mask her voice. It didn't matter if Basilstar was god herself, Spectreslight didn't care. The living had infinite potential to do good and evil, at least the dead were predictable. As much as she wanted to say 'I've been searching for spirits all day and come up with nothing and I really don't have time for your sass', she didn't. The world had to run to her beat, and that only made Spectre want to revolt more. With eyes that asked 'what are you even talking about?', she met Basilstar's gaze for just a moment before turning back around, the only reason her spine was even remotely straight was because it had basically been pounded into her skull since she was born.
Why was Spectreslight being so snappish? Couldn’t she see that Basilstar was only trying to help? She had to take this slow. Be more, delicate, with her warriors. “Well, I don’t want you too leave. Everyone has at least some use here, they just don’t try to their full potential.” She tried to explain in a softer voice, but it always had a hard, cold undertone to it. She kept eye contact until Spectre looked away, seemingly able to stare into another’s soul all day long. “I’m just asking you learn a bit of respect, is all, no need to act like this.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 18, 2019 0:29:17 GMT -5
Why didn't Basilstar just let this go? Spectre was too prickly for just about anyone, too anxious to show weakness in front of her. If Basilstar acted like this when she was being so cold, Spectre didn't even want to think about how the other she-cat would react to her heart. She could only respond like this, just like a broken record. "Respect is earned, not given blindly." Toning it down a little, she stopped in her tracks. Staring straight ahead, eyes captured by the faint outline of a dilapidated building in the distance, "So please earn it."
Just admit that you’re wrong and be done with it! Stop your squawking! Basilstar took a moment to let her anger bubble down, which resulted in a few seconds of awkward silence. “For some, yes. But I’m a leader, respect should be given, should it not? But don’t worry, I’ll earn it soon enough from cats like you.” She paused for a moment, shuffling her paws before turning around sharply. She didn’t really want to argue, she just wanted the other she-cat to see that she was right.
“I’ll let this go, for now. No more on the subject. Let’s just go back to camp.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 21, 2019 16:32:34 GMT -5
Spectreslight watched Basilstar from the corner of her eye, not offering the other anything more. Unable to, she could only wait for her respect to be earned, if it was going to. Anxiously shaking nothing out of her pelt just to give her nerves something to do, she nodded and started towards camp again. This was gonna be a rough mission, but she couldn't just bow out of it. Just like she did with any other problem that came up. She had no where else to go, after all. No other place to call home except here. Her gaze returned to her paws, and how different they were against the golden grass.
Spectreslight seemed . . . strange, now. All quiet, more reserved. Basilstar resisted the urge to tilt her head in the white she-cat’s direction, instead deciding to pad just ahead of her. Keeping her tail low, her pawsteps were light upon the ground. She danced a strange dance of grace as she moved, a combination of her cold nature and her reserved caring side. Despite what others thought, she really did care. She had a heart, it turned out. She was doing it right, wasn’t she? Casting one more glance at Spectreslight, Basilstar made a choice she didn’t think she’d make.
“Actually, how about we go somewhere else. Say, the lake?” Heating up a little at her request for common time with a garden keeper that she didn’t even know, the gray and white tabby changed course.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 24, 2019 19:37:20 GMT -5
Spectreslight's paws only hurt more as they walked, her gaze landing on the leader as they walked. She'd never admit it, but she'd be a lot more tolerable if she didn't...speak ever. Ugh, that sounded bad. So she was nice to look at, that was about it. She looked away when Basilstar suddenly decided to change course. Spectre could only stare after her for the first few moments. She didn't want to, she really didn't want to. She just wanted to collapse into bed and forget about today, give her muscles the rest they needed. But then why did she follow after Basilstar? She barely needed to think about it, she just subconsciously muttered out an "okay." and followed her. She was leader for a reason, it seemed. Spectre looked down, praying her pale fur didn't give away her heated cheeks too much.
She gave an odd look at Spectre, a mix of slight concern and a lack of understanding. Why was she . . . upset? What was there to be upset about? Everything was good, wasn’t it? She had a place in the Clan, food to eat, a purpose. So what was the problem? Continuing on their way, she kept sending glances back at the white she-cat, trying to read her at least in the slightest. Obviously she was upset—that much was clear—but what about? Oh StarClan, if only she was good at reading into others.
Clearing her throat, she stood a bit straighter, wondering why in the world she wanted to cheer up this she-cat. She didn’t even know her! Basilstar was drawn to her, maybe it was her need to fix Spectre, or maybe it was Basil’s need to be fixed. But she would never admit she was imperfect.
“Care to tell me what’s on your mind?” The mixed coloured she-cat said casually, as if slipping into conversation was the easiest task in the world.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 25, 2019 23:24:12 GMT -5
"I've been walking thunderpaths all day trying to find something, so pardon me for not looking forward to walking more." Spectreslight answered her without even thinking. Deep blue eyes widening in worry, she looked away and silently cursed herself. That wasn't necessary information, she was just arguing with her and now they were talking like nothing ever happened. Especially now that Basilstar knew she wasn't even doing her job all day. At least she didn't mention trying to find records or spirits, that was a whole mess she wasn't willing to tell Doestar about, let alone Basilstar who seemed more focused on her flaws than her as a whole. But still, she couldn't just keep her mouth shut huh. It was a better alternative to saying something even more foolish to make herself appear even worse in front of the leader, but why did she even care?! Ugh, she was ready to die. It took Spectre everything to not stop in her tracks and collapse, or run away to maybe never see Basil again, but she stayed. Though all her attention was back on her sore paws.
Why does she have to be so disrespectful about it? I only ever asked. Fighting the urge to send a hiss her way, Basilstar settled instead on a quick, annoyed little ‘hm.’ Tomorrow she would have to work extra hard to make up for her apparent laziness today. “Well, why would you do that? You have a job to do, and that does not include walking across thunderpath’s all day.” Basilstar said, tone a bit clipped. She didn’t turn around to look at the white she-cat.
“Tomorrow, please do try to be a bit productive.” She was silent for a moment, gazing up ahead at the wilting flowers and falling leaves as they neared the lake. The smell of the water his her nose. A quite relaxing scent. “Anyway, enough of that.” It’s obviously getting us nowhere.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 26, 2019 14:41:18 GMT -5
"Sorry." Stammering out, she didn't really need to feel guilty. She had no reason to feel she owed an explanation to Basilstar. But she did, not able to meet the leader's gaze even if she did look back at her. She didn't need to know, she couldn't know. Spectre feared the reaction, of having to find yet another group to live. Her options were dwindling down slowly, but for now it was okay. Ugh, she hated flip-flopping like that. At least with Deja, she didn't have to worry about things like that. Nowadays things had changed.
Even if she wanted to defend herself, she couldn't. But the breeze carrying the smell of water and life made her perk up a little, enough to forget about how badly her paws hurt. Something about it made the stress of today roll off her shoulders, perhaps more than collapsing in her nest. Picking up the pace, she passed Basilstar, sending the leader a playful wink before charging ahead.
Basilstar didn’t respond, instead choosing to send an unreadable look towards the other she-cat before continuing on their way. She breathed in the deep smell of the lake, tinged with fall leaves and wilting flowers. It was chillier, especially with a thinner pelt like hers. But, she could handle it. She always did. Brushing off her weaknesses for the time being, Basilstar was a bit taken aback as Spectre passed her. A wink? That seemed like a turnaround. Had Basil helped her after all? Was she good now? Honestly, why did she even care? Nobody needed to be happy to do their job right, did they? At least, she wasn’t, and she was still the best warrior SummerClan had.
She could see the lake just ahead, the big body of water making the air cooler than it already was. Now matching her pace to Spectre so she was right beside her.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 28, 2019 15:47:03 GMT -5
Variety was the spice of life. That was something Deja said. It was why she would take Spectre down the mountain to other clans so much, even though they were more recognizable up the mountain. And she could only call that the reason for winking. A little sweet mixed in with the sour was always more palatable than just the sour. It was for that, even if she also wanted to throw Basilstar off her game just a little. The closer they got to the lake, the more everything came alive around them. Summer left most of the grass sun bleached, but greenery got to bloom around them. Casting a side glance as Basilstar caught up to her, she gave a brief smile. When they reached the lake, she didn't hesitate to walk into the shallow shores of water, letting out an "aaahhhh" as her paws cooled down.
Sitting back, Basilstar straightened herself, placed her paws neatly in front of her, and wrapped her tail around herself. Fluffing up her fur against the slight chill, the she-cat watched Spectreslight curiously. Don’t stare. She could almost hear her mother’s voice. So, with a bit of resistance, Basilstar directed her gaze elsewhere. Did she want to get her paws wet? Maybe, but why? What was the point? Wouldn’t it be unprofessional?
”So,” she started awkwardly, stiffening her back a bit more. “I should at least get to know a tad bit about my warriors, so please, tell me about yourself.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 30, 2019 19:19:14 GMT -5
Spectreslight kicked up the water unprofessionally, letting it wash away all of today. She didn't really care what Basilstar thought, well in this moment she didn't. So she stepped a little further in, till the water came about 3/4's of the way up her legs. It was delightfully cool for the hot day, the contrast enough to keep her content. Her ears swiveled back at Basilstar's question. Turning around to face her, she struggled for a second. I mean, what was there really to say that wouldn't get her in trouble? Would Basilstar think less of her if she even admitted she was originally from Winterclan? It was so obvious though.
"Spectreslight. Joined like a moon ago. From Winterclan. What about you?" Turning the question back plainly, Spectre figured she deserved to know a little more about the leader too.
