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Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 11:29:17 GMT -5
Slipping gracefully through the undergrowth as fast as the gripping branches and brambles would allow without noise the sleek cream and white pelt, painted in onyx, was barely visible. The warm colors mimicking sunlight dappling the forest through the trees, the onyx playing like shadows would. The only thing that would make her known to any other would be the eyes. Though they looked nothing like her great great grandmother's in color, they held the same vibrance, the same ambition, the same cunning and the same fire that burned through the eyes of the less brave cats that had come across her. Dyinglight had raised Jaguarpaw until her last breath. Retelling her tales of her life. Of her lost loves and their trials. Of Jaguarpaw's own mother who had died after she had kitted. She taught her as much as she could before whatever sickness plagued her had taken her. Eyes that would normally be described as a ruddy brown...until you look closer and see that within that dark rich brown is streaks of russet red, gold and umber. The sun making them glisten like fresh spilled blood. Eyes that seemingly have no depths to their fire.
Stopping to gaze out of the underbrush she could all but grin as she spotted something. The tiny rodent having no idea the lurked just feet away, it's heart beat steady as it searched for it's own meals. Easing her weight onto her haunches to prepare for her leap she could already feel the warmth the little mouse would bring as she sunk her teeth into it to finish her kill...
He watched her from a distance. Bones lived on his own and took the prey he could find, and he'd caught scent of a mouse just over the border into this clan's territory. The tom didn't like to press his luck, so he only hunted when he could tell there was no patrol in the area. This time he really didn't care. His heart thumped when he saw the she-cat. There was no way it was her again! His old mate. As he looked closer, he could tell subtle differences in how they moved. He wondered how much the differences would be obvious up close. Surely enough to snap him out of this dumb trance. But that didn't calm his beating heart. He wanted to rush over to her but he had to be careful not to disturb her just yet. Bones didn't want to scare her off before he could even talk to her. The way she was hunting that prey was amazing. The she-cat knew just how to do it. He decided to let her make her kill before moving. But oh how his paws itched to go over there.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 12:09:14 GMT -5
Just as she was about to make her move the wind changed direction. This caused two things to happen. She caught a scent that she did not recognize. And the mouse happened to look up and see her eyes. Making a split second decision she made her move and leapt from her hiding place flying through the air in a graceful arch that had her landing directly in the mouse's path, cutting it off and allowing her to grasp it in her jaws and give it a shake, snapping it's neck. Burying her kill she lifted her nose to the air and inhaled deeply through her mouth as well. She knew she was very close to the border but she hardly ever caught another scent on this side. Her large ears, another contribution from the Savannah cat bloodline that had entered her genes from her grandfather, flattened against her head in annoyance at not being out with a patrol and instead being alone. She could either double back with her kill and alert a warrior or investigate herself. It should be painfully obvious what she would do.
Quickly she dipped back into the undergrowth, moving swiftly but silently through it in the direction the scent was coming from. With the wind change she was now at an advantage. She could smell them...but they wouldn't be able to smell her.
Amazing job. Bones loved watching her, but now that she'd killed, it was time to approach. But then she moved. Where was she heading to? Bones moved from his spot and decided to meet her in the middle, hoping to catch the she-cat by surprise.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 14:19:24 GMT -5
Suddenly she stopped and crouched as low as she could. Had that been a rustle in the distance? She flattened her ears in annoyance. So the scent wasn't coming from a recent marking by a bold rouge. Whoever it was was still there and moving closer it would seem. How inconvenient. She decided to wait and see if they would continue to come closer.
Bones, for his part, sped on without any hindrance or doubt in his mind until he could meet her. Then: there she was, finally! His girl. But as they finally stood there face to face, Bones having stopped abruptly so he didn't run into her, he instantly could tell it was a different cat. If he had been only a little sure before, this solidified it. This she-cat had completely different eyes - his absolute most favorite feature of his old mate. Bones wanted to turn away and go home instantly. He felt crushed, even thought the feeling was stupid. He'd known it wasn't her. But he was caught in a clan's territory and needed to get out of this situation first. He could run away, but that would be cowardly. Bones couldn't remember the last time he'd run away from a fight. He didn't say anything, just braced himself for an instant attack.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 14:52:58 GMT -5
Rising up on her long legs she lifted her lips in a snarl. "Who are you? What business do you have trespassing on WinterClan territory?" She growled, her hackles raised but making no move to attack yet. She wasn't dumb, she could tell he was older than her and his muscle bulk alone would out match her. She would be safer playing this slowly.
He was taken aback. No immediate fight? This was something new. Street cats didn't pause to talk before diving in with their teeth. Bones decided not to move and to respond instead, intrigued by this new type of encounter. "Sorry," he replied, bright orange eyes trained on her warily. "Was an accident. Thought you were someone else is all." He ignored her question about his name. No point in sharing it. He was never going to see this cat again, and his name didn't mean much but death. Or love, but he squashed that bit in his mind like a wee bug. "You gonna let me leave without a fight, little one?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 28, 2020 7:23:25 GMT -5
A lower growl rumbled in her throat. "Don't ever call me little one." Her tail flicked behind her in irritation as she considered her next move. The snarl disappeared momentarily as she narrowed her eyes, that at the moment in the shade of the forest looked deep brown with no trace of the bloody red you could see in the sun. "Technically I am supposed to take you prisoner for trespassing on clan territory." She said.
Bones smiled at her response. Clan cats were certainly different - he had never been backtalked by a stray. This was certainly interesting. "But you are little," he smiled, relaxing the second she stopped snarling. Little, maybe not. Her legs were so long. But overall, he was larger. "However, your request is my command." He could humor her long enough to walk away. Bones knew he was being a bit patronizing, but he was deeply unhappy that he had let his heart lead him for that brief moment. He wanted to push this cat away as much as he wanted to get to know her. The thought was...unsettling. "But how would you take me prisoner? I think it would be quite hard for you. Unless I agreed to go willingly, that is." She could try but Bones would fight to the death before that happened. His name had many meanings, and his willingness to kill when his life was on the line was one of those.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 28, 2020 10:15:23 GMT -5
She growled lowly again in annoyance at him pointing out that she was infact still little. She would probably grow a bit more before she became a warrior but she was female and would always be leaner than the males. That didn't mean she lacked strength though. She lashed her tail as she spoke. "If you won't come willingly I can simply scream and it will alert a nearby patrol. They are out about this time. Early morning. Marking the borders to warn strangers like you. If a patrol comes you will be outnumbered. If you fight we will kill you." She hissed the last words. She knew she wouldn't beat him in a fight because she lacked the skills to do so. But if she brought back a prisoner all on her own her mentor might be impressed. She didn't lose much either way. If she screamed to alert the morning patrol he would probably run. But his scent was in the territory and the patrol would be able to stay on alert for him afterwards. Two birds, one stone. He would leave and she would have shown the other warriors a useful bit of info about a trespassing rouge.
"You know you look hungry." All anger was gone from her voice as she spoke. She had no idea why she had said that. But here she was beginning to slowly circle him as she inspected his appearance. "Why do you choose to live alone?" This was definitely a different approach for her. Call it her mother's softer side coming out she supposed.
His brows rose in an exaggerated fashion. Ooh, scary. He stayed silent though, wondering if that was really going to be her strategy. He would just run. Maybe he should go ahead and do that. Bones was just about to turn around when she spoke again. Her voice contained something different - less threatening. Hungry? Yes, he was. And there was the other cause of his name. In the winter, he was reduced to nothing. To skin and bones. Now that the weather had warmed, prey had come crawling back in beautiful numbers. But that was only outside the city, hence him hunting nearby clan territory. And then her question. He didn't turn with her as she circled him, tensing up slightly and standing his ground as she moved. In his periphery, he didn't see all of her in detail and she once again resembled the cat he missed so much. He sighed without meaning to and relaxed again. "I don't know," he admitted to her, voice losing its bite now. It was more self-deprecating. "Guess I just enjoy my solitude." That was a lie. He just didn't like anyone else. Except for her, the voice in his head whispered. He smacked it away. "No one to take care of 'cept myself." Truer.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 28, 2020 13:00:56 GMT -5
She snorted. "Well if that's true you don't do as well then do you? You may not be akin and bones but you aren't nearly as bulky as any of our male warriors. We have prey aplenty here. If you didn't live alone you would have help not someone else to take care of. We take care of each other, so we all do well not just one or two.......I take it you're from the city?" She was curious now..so she her. Her twice great grandmother had lived part of her life in the city, almost died there...lost her sanity there and regained it. The tales had both intrigued and haunted Jaguarpaw since she was old enough to understand them.
The she-cat was right, he supposed. Perhaps he needed to change his hunting grounds for a while. "I am," Bones answered her, suddenly surprised again. She sure did have a way of doing that with him. It was unsettling. "How do you know of the city, mountain cat?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 17, 2020 7:37:07 GMT -5
She laughed fully at his calling her a "mountain cat" "My bloodline, my family, has ties to the city. I lived within it. Very briefly. But my mother grandmother and grandmother's before them, they lived in it, some, for their entire lives. Only coming back here once in a while when food was more scarce. And, usually, that's also when we would end up with more kits too." She rolled her eyes with a smile.
Bones' face lit up at her words and maybe also at her laugh, but he wouldn't admit that. "No way!" he said, tail moving languidly. He was quite relaxed by now. "That's amazing! I didn't think I'd ever meet one of my own all the way out here in a clan."
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 22, 2020 21:29:16 GMT -5
She smiled softly. "Make no mistake. I am fully WinterClan blood. But yes. As far as my upbringing goes. You could call me a bit of a city cat as well." She gazed at him intently again. "It was....it was harder then...in the city " memories of her life there flashed before her eyes and she shook her head slightly to rid her vision of them. Focusing again on this tom.
He raised one brow at her sudden change but kept his mouth closed. Bones had a decision to make now and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted himself to choose correctly. Bones didn't want to offer himself up as prisoner but he also didn't want to leave this she-cat now that they'd started talking. He needed to leave. Stop talking to her, he commanded himself, but the words kept slipping out.
"So uh, WinterClan..." he trailed off, looking around at the territory. Could he really live out here? There was only one way to find out. "Place looks nice. If I had to be taken prisoner I guess I'd choose here. Company's not so bad either."
Post by MorteAutumnal on Aug 30, 2020 16:59:09 GMT -5
Jaguarpaw laughed openly at his comment. "Are you saying you'd like to be taken prisoner now?" The sunlight filtering through caught her dark brown-red eyes and ignited the golden streaks within them, making them light up like a blaze of fire. A bright beautiful fire.
What a nice sound her laugh was. Bones smirked at her, shaking off whatever strange mood she had put him in. Oh screw it, he was curious. He decided to take her by surprise. "Yeah, why not." He sat up on his hind legs and poked at her playfully with one paw, claws sheathed. "Take me to WinterClan."
ooc; ok so we can p much stop this thread whenever you wanna and time jump to bones being in winter? also if there are any open threads w polarblast, tag me! and bones can watch her from afar and interact casually lol
