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Camellia shifted into her paws, wincing slightly as they regained feeling. She wondered if this Clan would give them trouble—they were trespassing after all. Her heart began to race again, ears perked for any sign of movement. She tried to push her worries from her mind, noticing how—relaxed?—Designerdarling seemed. She sat down, forcing her tail to lie still.
“Oh,” She was caught off guard for a moment. “You know . . . A lot of different places. Cities, forests, grasslands. I’ve never been to the mountains before, though . . .” She trailed off, not quite sure what else to say. She took the liberties to keep her voice low.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 26, 2020 0:16:10 GMT -5
For now, it seemed they were well. The clan smell was strong, the patrol must have left recently. Designerdarling sat up a little, flexing her claws some as blood began to pump through her again. Even the vague details of Camellia's travels were interesting to her. "Wow. That sounds nice. I lived on a beach for most of my life. Then things happened and I ended up here. I wonder what the grasslands look like?" Even the small and insignificant places sounded interesting.
“The beach? That sounds lovely. I don’t think I’ve been to a beach.” She paused, searching her fuzzy memories for loose sand and crystal waters. Nothing turned up. “Well, sometimes they were interesting, sometimes they weren’t.” She started, thinking back to her times prowling through the grass. “Most of them were boring, really. But sometimes—sometimes there were the ones with little hills and so many flowers and rabbits and a clear view of the sky. I loved sleeping under the stars—even if it didn’t offer much protection.” She rambled, not very aware of how much she was talking.
“And sometimes there were these big creatures. Black and white and eating the grass. I forgot what they were called.” She trailed off for a second. “Sorry, I’m rambling. Uhm, how about you tell me about the beach? I’ve never been to one.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 1, 2020 0:55:58 GMT -5
Designerdarling listened with rapt attention. Even if Camellia was rambling, and the details weren't there. Just hearing about the places made her happy. The beach brought bad memories. She was almost glad she had never been there. That Camellia had never met them. Hopefully it'd stay that way, for both of them.
"No it's fine." Designer shook her head, looking out briefly at the territory below them, "The beach is just endless sand and the sea lapping at the shore. You can't drink it, so you have to find other clear water to drink. You find all sorts of stuff on there, and sometimes we'd weave things together to make necklaces and the like."
A small smile played on her lips as she caught Designerdarling’s face —she had been smiling a lot recently, despite everything she was feeling. Fine. It was fine. She couldn’t help but stare out as well, the vast new territory daunting. Mocking. She turned her attention away very quickly, feeling a small flutter in her heart.
“Weird how there would be so much water but it’s undrinkable.” She said, her tone raised in gentle playfulness. “But it sounds like a nice place!” Her smile faded a bit. “Oh, Inonce met this farm cat that liked weaving flowers together. He tried to teach me, but I could never get it. He gave me one once—right on my head like a crown—but I lost it.” She had felt rather special, on that day. She had never really been given a gift before, and as it was placed on her head she felt on top of the world. She missed that feeling, even if she didn’t deserve it.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 20:16:42 GMT -5
"That's sweet. Did they teach you how to make them?" Designerdarling had let go, letting the pretenses drop. It was nice to let it go for once. While there weren't many flowers on the beach, she would go up to the hills and weave things together to calm herself.
“Yeah, but I was never really good. It always fell apart.” She eyed the territory again. “Uhm—maybe do you think we should . . . get a move on? Are we suppose to be here this long?” She turned back to Designerdarling, tail twitching. She always felt as though something bad was going to happen, an impending doom, but it felt amplified now that they were on different territory. She briefly wondered why it even matter, they were all cats, after all. The thought left her mind immediately.
“Oh . . . uhm . . . never mind.” If the she-cat next to her said it was good, than it must be. Right? “Sorry—I’m just a worrier sometimes. Anyway—where were we?—oh. Do you know how to weave them?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 8, 2020 16:39:24 GMT -5
"If the season was better, I'd teach you." Designerdarling looked down the mountain, the frost still covering most of the grass below them. "I'm not the best but I learned." She slowly got up and stretched, auburn fur bright against the snow. "It's okay, Springclan is usually pretty lax. Long as we don't take anything."
"So, when the weather warms, will you teach me?" She asked quickly, impulsively, immediately recoiling at her words. "I mean—never mind, you don't have too. . . I'm sorry." She took a breathe, standing without thinking. "I—okay." Camellia looked back up towards WinterClan territory, dancing on her paws for a moment. Having nothing to say, she quickly grew quiet. The awkwardness seemed to be suffocating. Was Designerdarling feeling the same way?
