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Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 24, 2020 18:44:52 GMT -5
Would waking up to the crisp morning air ever get old? Probably not. Well maybe not to a WinterCpan cat that is.
Soft paws padding lightly against the ground, Jaguarpaw emerged from the Student's den and paused to stretch her long legs in the warm light of the sun. Shaking out her unusual long fur, unusual for her lineage that is, not for WinterClan, she started her usual routine of grooming herself in the morning light. One should always look their best and be ready for the day at a moment's notice. And nest fur is definitely unbecoming. Wandering over to a small patch of sunlight she began the ritual. Rough tongue smoothing out caramel kissed cream and white colored fur. Smoothing out the besmudged streaks of onyx decorating her body like war paint, a definite similarity between her and her twice great grandmother.
Polarblast had just woke up. His day began with searching out his mother in the crowd and going to select prey for the two of them to enjoy. The fluffy tom had been sucking to the she-cat as of late, especially since bringing home hi--the three kits. He refused to claim them as his, even though they were. It was more of a way to please his mother considering how furious she'd been in the first place about him being apart of the dating event with DayClan. His search didn't seem to hold worth this morning though. Stormsurge was nowhere in sight. A bird dangled from his jaws as he took a seat not far from the pile in the morning light.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 25, 2020 22:14:45 GMT -5
(I gotchu :3 )
Finishing her grooming Jaguarpaw stood up and padded delicately toward the freshkill pile. She noticed the lone Polarblast and, being observant, noticed that he usually ate with his mother in the morning. She had to admit she admired his dedication to his mother. "Eating alone today?" She commented as she looked through the pile, hoping for something with just a little more meat on it than a bird. She had never been a flirtatious she-cat. But she wasn't exactly shy either. And her taste in the forbidden was usually aided by the sheer fact that she looks older than she really is. Having savannah cat genes and long legs held more benefits than just being able to reach higher places.
"Yes." He eyed her, curious about what the she-cat wanted. Like all pure-blooded cats, he was aware of who she was. Mother made sure of it, especially of late. Since he'd brought home the kits, she'd been on his case about taking a true mate, one that would provide the clan with the pure-blooded kits it needed. "Jaguarpaw, correct?" Polarblast eyed her, sized her up, and decided she was worth his time. Mother would approve of him socializing with another pure blood, probably saw this coming and that's why she was nowhere to be found this morning.
(MorteAutumnal do we want this to be a quick get together? We can always put his mom in this thread and let her size up both of them, her especially. Then for her to push for Poalrblast to take her on. Maybe toss in the bff--which I'm gonna set up a second thread for so that she and Poalrblast can bond together. Maybe then settle off into a courting thread? Idk what you had in mind though so I'm open to ideas)
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 4, 2020 22:56:27 GMT -5
(I like that plan actually. Put mom in here and size her up. Jag is the great great granddaughter of a respected former deputy. Mother would approve 🤣)
She nodded with a small smile. "Yes that's me." Finally she spotted a more plump looking mouse and pulled in from the pile. She moved to his other side. Not too close to be awkward and uncomfortable but close enough they wouldn't have to yell to speak to each other either. "Well, looks like you won't be eating alone now." She said kindly.
"It would seem that way." Polarblast knew of her bloodline, as it was drilled into him by Mother. But that didn't mean he was comfortable around her. The tom was pretty antisocial having spent most of his time with his mother or training to become the perfect warrior. That kind of schedule didn't leave much room for normal socialization.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 6, 2020 18:50:45 GMT -5
She noticed his uneasy attitude and blinked slowly. "I don't bite." She said with an uneasy smile of her own now. This was not how she expected this to go at all. She laughed hesitantly.
"I wouldn't figure you would. Especially not to a fellow clan mate." Polarblast rolled his eyes at her, no amused by her tone but willing to deal with her company. Pure blood or not, that didn't mean he had to enjoy her company. But...she was better than nothing. And mother would approve of her, so he steeled his words and spoke with most friendly words and tones. "It's a lovely morning, no?"
(So I'm thinking that since the install of the Arranged Marriages, Stormsurge could petition for these two to be mates and they could be one of the first marriage ceremonies. Stormsurge would get her revenge from him mating in the DayClan event and would get to see her son have true full blooded kits with someone of pure blood. But Polarblast wouldn't fight it either as he wants to please his mother and so he'd go through with it without a fight.)
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 7, 2020 8:18:40 GMT -5
(Yea that sounds good! Lol We just need Stormsurge now! Lol)
She had noticed the eye roll. Stifling a growl she gritted her teeth in a toothy smile and her words dripping with sickly sweet false cheer she replied "Oh yes. A lovely morning for sure." She felt her hackles bristle with suppressed anger. Patronizing her already. Annoyed by her talking to him. Hm. Definitely not what she thought. This was going poorly and she knew it. With a sigh she took a bite of her breakfast and ate in silence as she stared ahead of her. Her bloody-brown eyes roiling like thunderclouds.
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 7, 2020 18:29:50 GMT -5
Stormsurge entered camp carrying a few mice, head proud and cold eyes roving the camp with careful indifference. Of course, she spotted Polarblast, but as she deposited her catch and took nothing for herself, she hardly spared him a glance. The grey queen did, however, pause beside Jaguarpaw. The young cat was pure WinterClan and Stormsurge felt no pity of dislike towards the she-cat, so she politely wish her a good morning before turning to leave. Their anger may as well not have existed for all the attention she paid it.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 10, 2020 8:32:08 GMT -5
Jaguarpaw had dipped her head in greeting to the queen's good morning as she finished her breakfast. She was always respectful to her elders, it was engrained into her by Dyinglight, and she had shown her the upmost respect as well as she had taken care of her in the last of her days.
Polarblast watched after his mother, hurt that she hadn't even paid him a glance. "Mother...?" What did he say? What could he say? He was out of her favor and he knew it, everyone knew it. The tom gazed on her, not paying attention to the she-cat beside him or the prey in front of him, but his eyes spoke of how hurt he was and his voice of how lost he was in this moment. They'd always been close and now they were...they were this. WHatever this was.
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 20, 2020 16:20:55 GMT -5
At the sound of Polarblast's voice the queen paused, turning to fix an indifferent gaze on her once cherished son. "Yes, Polarblast?" There was no kindness there, only contempt. Still, she stayed instead of padding away. And she did it because the sight of her son close to Jaguarpaw was an interesting one.
“Would..would you like to join us for breakfast?” He was hesitant to ask, but also needed her to say yes. He needed her to talk to him again because he didn’t know what else to do. Polarblast gazed upon at her with his body tensed for her reply. He hoped the Jaguarpaw there that she’d maybe, maybe, take up his offer. It’d be a step towards getting back into her good graces.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 22, 2020 21:23:12 GMT -5
Sensing an odd struggle between the two the young she-cat cleared her throat a bit and smiled graciously at the queen. "It's a lovely morning. Won't you join us for some breakfast? I was just telling Polarblast that he shouldn't have to eat alone today. And neither should you." She ended with a more natural smile, glancing slightly at the forlorn looking tom for a brief moment and then back to his mother
