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The evening was a pleasant one, and Lostflower found herself watching the way the colors changed as the sun set, shifting from orange and pink to russets and tinged greens. Nature always made her stomach feel warm and her face open into a smile. It was something she wanted to share with another cat, so the white she-cat shifted her gaze to the ground, looking for a friend.
She spotted a cat a few paces away, and she stood, walking over in her near-skipping gait to greet them. "Goooood evening!" Her voice was a chirping pitch, her pale blue eyes focused on her new companion. "How are you?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 27, 2020 19:57:27 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Tornadoblast replied. "How about yourself?" The beauty of the sunset sky was lost on him as he was looking forward to going out night hunting. He had his sleep and now he was ready to go and do something.
"Much better after that sunset. Nature has such beautiful colors," Lostflower said, her smile doubling in intensity. "Do you have any plans for the evening?" Perhaps this was a chance for her to get to know her clanmate better. When she wasn't paying attention, she tended to neglect the relationships with the cats around her, occasionally snapping back to awareness and trying to build them once more.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 28, 2020 16:16:15 GMT -5
Sunset? Oh, Tornadoblast thought. "Actually I was planning on going hunting," he meowed, then added, "Would you like to join me?" He planned on going out alone but the company of a pretty she cat wasn't a bad thought at all. Having companionship, especially when it's dark, had it's benefits. If there was trouble, two would be better suited in handling it over just one cat. Badgers and foxes were known to be nocturnal and there was always a chance of running into either.
"Yes please!" Lostflower brightened more- if that was even possible- at the thought. The benefits in her mind weren't exactly the same ones that the tom was thinking of, but there were no drawbacks in accompanying him, at least in her mind. "You can lead the way to wherever you planned on hunting." She was willing to tag along to anywhere her new friend would take her, hoping this burst of good humor would last her the evening.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 29, 2020 19:57:36 GMT -5
A smile lit Tornadoblast's face. He was pleased at Lostflower's joy in accompanying him on a hunt. And it didn't hurt his ego one bit. It would be nice to share the night with someone as cheerful as she. "Well, I thought about hunting around the old bear cave. There might be some prey that's sheltering there from this cold." He had been there last week and found two mice and a shrew. Not much by normal standards but it was a haul during Leafbare. "How does that sound to you?"
"Sounds wonderful. Let's go!" Lostflower's voluminous tail swept back and forth, eagerly, as she stretched, anticipating a good evening. She started walking, making sure Tornadoblast was keeping pace, before speaking again. "Forgive me for being so nosy, but were you born in Nightclan?" Her curiosity got the best of her in these good moods, wanting to know and be known by every cat she came across. "I was born here, but I believe you're a little older than me, so my memory is fuzzy."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 30, 2020 17:52:59 GMT -5
"Yes, I was born here," he replied. "Smokeshadow and Rainfrost are my littermates. Our parents died last Leafbare." He easily kept pace with Lostflower as they talked. The sky was gradually getting darker the farther they went. Tornadoblast glanced over at her and noticed she was still very visible with her white fur in the dimming light. He thought of his own dark gray coat and was glad he had been born with such good camouflage. It served him well in both hunting and fighting at night. The only thing he didn't like about his fur was it never wanted to lay flat and neat.
"I'm sorry about that," Lostflower said, her ears flicking back. She had never admitted the relief she'd felt when her own parents died- they'd been members of Nightclan, but they had never been the most loving parents. She had been isolated from most of the clan growing up, and constantly felt like a half outsider. "I don't have any siblings, but I consider Nightclan my family." She had had littermates, but they had died in a particularly bad season of kittencough, and she barely remembered them.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 6, 2020 16:06:00 GMT -5
"Of course NightClan is your family," Tornadoblast meowed in an encouraging manner. "You were born here and you're a clanmate. That makes you my relative even though it's not by blood." It had been some time ago but he recalled a litter of kits in which only one survived. Not an uncommon occurrence in their wild existence but a sad one none the less. But this one stood out in his head for some reason. Maybe because he was young then himself. "But I am sorry you lost your siblings."
