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Post by Sunflower Pal on Oct 5, 2019 18:41:42 GMT -5
The first rays of sun shone through the den and fell on Fallenecho's face, the warmth and bright light causing her to open one sea foam green eye before she grumbled and turned over, tucking her face under her fluffy tail. She had been one of the last to come back to camp last night so she'd been forced near the entrance while all of her clan members stayed cozy towards the back. Despite the darkness her tail provided, Fallenecho was awake now. Fitting, really. Last to go to sleep, first to wake up. The dilute tortie stands and pads outside into the clearing of camp, stretching out her limbs.
Summerclan was beautiful, Fallenecho adored her clan. Despite having lived here her whole life, however, she felt incredibly alone. She didn't really know how to make friends, and she doubted she ever would. It just, wasn't really her strong suit. The tortie's mind wandered to her conversation with Hickorysplendor. "You'll never attract any tomcats looking like roadkill! Let me help you!" Fallenecho laughed softly to herself at the memory. Her fur had been covered in burrs and small twigs and Hickorysplendor picked them out piece by piece. It had been such a nice gesture, though she was sure she'd never caught anyone's eye like that. Tomcat or she-cat. She didn't really have a preference.
Fallenecho settles down a walk's away from the warrior's den, watching the sunrise. Goodness, it was early. A rustle from the den causes her to startle, and she glances back to see another figure coming out of the den. "I'm sorry," Fallenecho murmurs, eyes averting. "I hope I didn't wake you.."
(OOC Notes: This thread can be romantic or friendly!! Fallenecho is a sweet lil bi baby, so do with that what you will <3)
"Eh, you're fine. I got up at the same time you did. No need to worry." The gentle, yet tired voice came from an unfamiliar face; a short pitch-black she-cat stared back at Fallenecho with a cautious smile. Tinybreath had only been an official member of Summerclan for two weeks, so she had quickly grown used to cats' confusion when seeing her, despite having once been a face everyone around her knew. Of course, it didn't necessarily help that she hadn't really talked to anyone other than her family in that time. The transition hadn't exactly been an easy one for her; she had essentially lost everything before coming here. Her home. Her clan. Her brother. But the young she-cat hid it well. She had young nieces she needed to set an example for. Her entire family, including Chimerastar, was depending on her optimism to help get them through.
So Tinybreath wasn't lying when she said Fallenecho hadn't woken her up. But it was more that she hadn't even slept in the first place.
Post by Sunflower Pal on Oct 7, 2019 22:12:09 GMT -5
The she-cat glances curiously at the other black feminine, tilting her head ever so slightly. The other one wasn’t native to here, she didn’t think. Fallenecho knew that recently they’d taken in many new clan members, many of which she hadn’t met yet. The other’s calm tones soothes the grey patched cat, a soft sigh falling from her being. “I’m glad to hear I didn’t disturb you.” She could heat Tinybreath was tired though, even more so than she was.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Fallenecho.” She offers a smile, wrapping her fluffy tail around her paws. Her green eyes shine in curiosity, wandering where this other cat had come from, and what her story was.
"Tinybreath," She introduced, feeling herself relax as she padded over towards the other she-cat. The young warrior regarded her new clanmate for a moment; they seemed to be around the same age, more or less. Tinybreath's smile softened, and she dipped her head in greeting. "It's nice to meet you, Fallenecho. Would you like to grab some breakfast?" Her thin black tail swept from behind her, gesturing towards the fresh-kill pile, open with no other clanmates awake or present. It was a spontaneous gesture, even for her. But, well, meeting one new clanmate was as good of a place to start as any, right?
