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We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Mar 15, 2021 16:03:38 GMT -5
Chasingpaw had called her princess. A monicker bestowed on her by her friend when they were kits. Who knew that she would actually have a chance to become one. Any other cat in Winterclan would have been bouncing for joy and bragging to everyone that they had been engaged to one of Wintrystar's son. After all, it was a great honor. Subtlepaw, on the other paw... she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Her parents had been thrilled, and her mother had made sure that her tortoiseshell coat was immaculate for her outing with Deathpaw. Subtlepaw had nearly drowned out the advice of her mother, unable to focus on her words as all her old fears came rushing back to her. What if this was all a mistake? What if he didn't like her? What would he think of her? Would he tell the sovereign everything she said? What if he was cruel? Of course, she couldn't express any of this to her family.
Instead, the daughter of Dappledglacier and Emberbrand strode through the camp gracefully. Her head held high, her amber eyes betraying none of her self-doubts or worry the apprentice settled down at the mouth of the camp entrance where she sat tall, embodying the nobility that ran through her blood. Deathpaw and herself had agreed to meet here and venture into the territory, where it would be just them two, in the few words exchanged between the pair. No prying eyes, no unwanted guests, just two cats chosen for each other by the gods getting to know one another. As Subtlepaw waited, she made a note to constantly remind herself to curb her tongue. To not hint at the fact that she did not want this engagement. That she was not excited in anyway to have the choice made for her. strawberrycupid
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 22, 2021 20:29:14 GMT -5
(yes i am here)
Deathpaw saw this coming for a long time now. His sisters had been paired up for a while now. It was only a matter of time until he was. Really, he didn't know anything about Subtlepaw. Just that she was probably pure winterclan and that's what his mom wanted. His expectations were bashed into his skull from the moment he was born, and now he had been groomed enough to where each black and white hair was perfectly in place. Maybe stuck in place at this point.
When he finally stepped out of the leader's den and saw her, a thousand words wanted to make themselves spoken were on his tongue. Like he didn't realize some deep part of him had been waiting for this moment. But he needed to bite them back. He couldn't... go off on tangents again, as his siblings called them. So he fixed himself in his usual stoic expression and walked over to her. Even though he could feel himself shake in each step, he tried not to let it show. And then he was there next to her, and swallowed dryly. "... ... Hello, Subtlepaw... ... ... How, are you?"
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Mar 22, 2021 21:51:18 GMT -5
(welcome welcome, happy to have you lol)
Subtlepaw had turned her gaze towards Deathpaw the moment he made his presence known. She let her amber eyes look over him, observing every little detail about him. But his stance and countenance gave nothing away. The only thing that the tortoiseshell apprentice noticed was the way his fur lay firmly in place. It appeared that the sovereign had made sure that her son's pelt was perfect for the occasion as well. At least that was something they had in common, even if it wasn't much. Subtlepaw dipped her head respectfully to her betrothed before she spoke.
"Deathpaw," She greeted, keeping her voice as cool and even as possible. "I'm well. Thank you for asking. I hope that you are doing fine as well?" She questioned. Her whiskers twitched slightly as she glanced behind him. Subtlepaw could find no signs of any chaperones, and for that she was grateful. The situation was already tense. She wondered at this moment what Deathpaw thought of the whole situation. But it was a thought she quickly squashed. Subtlepaw wouldn't pry into it. Wouldn't risk her words being taken the wrong way by the sovereign's son.
"I'm glad the two of us can spend the day together." She said instead. "I hope that by the end, we may learn a bit more about each one another."
