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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2019 0:52:52 GMT -5
It seemed whenever Spectre was getting close to a leader, they died. First was Doestar, now Basilstar. She should mourn, but there wasn't much to miss. Must be a curse, maybe it would be best for her to leave, lest another Summerclan leader die. Seems wherever she went, death followed her closely. While she could see them again, it'd only be the remnants they left behind. Unfortunately, that meant the medicine den was even less habitable for her. It would be hard for the clan to move on, and she was sure Gardeniastar would get tired of hearing about it.
For now, the white she-cat gathered a few flowers in the meadow, plucking a few dying strands of lavender. She couldn't leave, she still hadn't done her mission. But it had only gotten more and more muddied as time went on. Now she wasn't sure if she even could. Unable to wrap her mind around it for now, she just continued, grabbing a few more stalks.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Spectre must have been engulfed in her thoughts so much that she hadn’t noticed Gardeniastar was near. Soft green eyes gazed at the feline, watching her plucking away at the stalks. A smile was placed along her muzzle. The leader was relaxed, hoping she hadn’t startled the cat.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 22, 2019 15:03:44 GMT -5
Spectreslight jumped slightly, dropping a few stalks of lavender. Of course, think of the leader and she shall appear. She didn't really know what to think of Gardeniastar. Compared to the last two, she appeared so warm, far warmer than Spectre's cold exterior. Her white fur pricked up, blue eyes flashing in confusion before relaxing. Standing tall and perfect was her only defense, a weak one but it was the only one she had. "Yes, they are." With a mixed tone, she bent over and grabbed some of the lavender she dropped.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Gardeniastar mewed, watching the she-cat scramble to pick up the herbs. The orange cat knew very little about the flowers, in fact, she didn’t even know the name of whatever the cat had dropped. “Would you like any help?” She offered, tail tip twitching curiously.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 15:31:21 GMT -5
Spectre's newfound paranoia was cropping back up. She couldn't avoid Gardeniastar forever, but it felt too soon to be alone with her. Though the more negative her thoughts ran, the more she remembered her mother's words. Positive thoughts lead to positive results. So she let out a small sigh and smiled, "Yes please." It was shockingly silent around them, only the scrambling of paws in grass as they picked up the few pieces of lavenders she missed.
Gardeniastar nodded and then moved forward to help gather the herbs up. She sniffed them and found the smell to be quite relaxing, so relaxing she felt her muscles tense in attempt to keep herself from feeling tired. “Hmm...” then she breathed in again, a sudden tickling feeling touching her nose. Oh no.
“Ahchoo!”
She dropped any she had managed to pick up, and fell backwards into a seated position. Petals covered her fur, and she sniffled a bit embarrassed. In all truth, she looked a bit cute. “Ah.. sorry.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 22:01:17 GMT -5
She had gotten used to the smell for the most part, though this was the place she liked to go when she was stressed. This and a little chamomile always did the trick for her. Though when she turned and saw the leader's face scrunch up, Spectreslight prepared for the worse. But the last thing she expected was to see a flurry of purple in her face as Gardeniastar sneezed. Shaking them off her face, but still scattering her white pelt with the light purple petals, she had to keep her jaw from dropping on the floor at the sight of the orange cat sitting like a twoleg. But also, that she was really cute. Really, really cute. Her weakness. Heat ran to Spectre's feet and cheeks, and she gigged a bit under her breath as she walked up Gardeniastar. "Here, let me help you, Gardeniastar." She said, gently pushing against her rump to help push her forward.
By this time she had regained herself and realized rather quickly how silly she must look. Gardeniastar felt her cheeks heat up in a blush, her eyes darting to her paws as she stammered. “Er, yes. Thank you...” Her whole body seemed to be alright with fire as she fumbled to her paws, shaking the little petels back to the grass. She had a stall hanging half way from her head, and she quickly lifted a front paw to bat it towards the ground.
“Well.” She started, a bit flustered that she had made such a mouse brain of herself.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 24, 2019 13:26:24 GMT -5
Damn it, her one weakness, already exploited. How dare this leader already get under her skin so easily. But she had gotten ahead of herself, she needed to make a sort of wall or something. This was her leader, and she was just a garden keeper. So once Gardeniastar got to her paws again, Spectre stepped away. Picking up her few stalks and pushing them into her satchel, she teased lightly, "Do you want to go somewhere a little... better for your nose?" ...wait, dangit.
It was just enough to break that awkward ice that seemed to be hanging. She felt a smile pull along her lips, and gave the slightest of nods. “Perhaps that would be better, hm? If there are any warriors around here trying to catch prey, I’m sure I’ve scared them all away.” That rhymed... how cheesy. She thought to herself as she gave her chest furs a quick lick.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 25, 2019 16:40:59 GMT -5
Why was she like this? How could she mess up so much? But now there was no way out of here now. She was stuck. Even if she wanted to oppose, her words would just stammer and fall over each other. She had to go somewhere with Gardeniastar... but where? When it was summer still, Basilstar took Spectreslight up to the lake and that could work, but she wanted to try somewhere a little different. But there weren't a lot of sightseeings around here. Just hills and flowers and more hills. There was the witch's house, but would dust make things better or worse? Oh gods, what had she done.
"They'll find it again, I'm sure. That's their job after all. Let's see, how about the...lake?" There was no where else really in Summerclan that she could think of.
“I think that’s a rather grand idea.” Her eyes closed for a moment as she gave a soft purr. Gardeniastar was a very relaxed feline, almost made one wonder how she was in battle. It would be interesting to see her with her claws out.
“Would you like to lead the way?” She moved forward and it was clear her whiskers were twitching a little with excitement. A quirk of hers that she was a little self conscious of.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 21:10:42 GMT -5
It might have been interesting, though Spectreslight made no plans of trying to find out. She just wished there was something more... interesting to see other than some lake she went up to before. Only now it was colder and probably less interesting. But she still lead the way up the hill, the dying flowers imprinting their smell on her one last time. Though as the walk dragged on, she found herself struggling to say anything. Any conversation starters felt silly a few seconds after she thought of it.
Gardeniastar walked in silence. The silence would often bother her with others, she usually felt judged beyond words. There was so much talk going on about her leadership and her age. Her huge lack of inexperience that she held. It was frustrating for her, as she felt often that many in her own clan held little respect for her orders and often times would question her decisions.
The orange tabby breathed in. The leaf bare was always so vastly different from the regal summers that graced the lands of SummerClan. The plants died out and the air was chilly, the bird song would cease and the world became quiet as it waited for the new green leaf to hit.
“Leaf bars is always... lonely.” She commented as they walked, her voice very soft, as if afraid it might interrupt the eerie silence too much.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2019 22:57:53 GMT -5
Spectreslight was used to that feeling. That any silence was bad. She had no smooth way to recover from it. To bring sound back to a blank air. Her steps were light, the coming fog could surely swallow her up without any issue. Maybe, in this moment, she'd allow it. The fur on her shoulders stood in apprehension, a little fear.
Summerclan had gone through so many leaders, she tried to hold out any judgement for the new leader until she had seen her in action more. Though that involved staying here for longer, a thing Spectre wasn't sure she should do.
A crack in the silence brought her back, casting a light blue glance over at the orange tabby. Spectre straightened up somewhat, thinking back to her old home in Winterclan. This was nothing compared to leafbare there. That was the kind to test your bonds. "True, but a good leafbare will let you know who's worth your warmth and who doesn't." She held little warmth, she knew. Nothing compared to the cats of Summerclan. She didn't think that the analogy wouldn't come through, more on how Gardeniastar would take it from the Garden Keeper.
