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Post by darkwolf45 on May 19, 2019 21:11:57 GMT -6
It was just another day, waking up, finding out which patrols she would be on today before heading out for the day. She'd see her father, talk with him a little, talk with Paledawn and Dartwing, and then move onto the next thing. She felt lost in a tidal wave of moments just flying by her while she was still trapped in one. It had been so long now, so many moons, and yet she still couldn't shake the betrayal and pain that seemed to be dragging her down. It was always worse when she was in camp, seeing Ashenstar. She hated it, that one of the cats she looked up to so much had been hurt by someone she had loved so much. Hated that she couldn't look at her leader anymore without seeing her brother's face, him pleading with her to let it go, his anger and belief that he had been right to do what he had done.
So she left camp again, seeking the open sky and freedom of the moors that were still healing much as she was. She stepped out of the place that she would never see the same again and out into the world that somehow still moved around her as if all the pain and misery and death meant nothing. Her muscles burned from her run, her pelt wind tousled as she came to a stop at the edge of the moors that belonged to her clan. Stared out into the unknown wondering what her own life mattered in the grand scheme of things.
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Post by theatricals on May 31, 2019 17:00:25 GMT -6
No one, from just looking at him, would think that he had WillowClan blood in his veins. His limbs were slim, his body lean, and most importantly, he moved with the swiftness that all RavenClan cats possessed. When Briarpool disappeared, he could only feel a moment of despair before it slowly turned into a cold dread. He had to guess where she went, and when he turned out he was correct, he couldn't even be bothered to talk about it. No one else knew what he did, besides his other sister, and it would stay that way.
Padding through the tall grass, Skywren felt the most comforted. It was the only thing that hadn't changed, and he appreciated it. It had been moons, yet he still made sure not to take what he had for granted. This was his home.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jun 8, 2019 18:59:50 GMT -6
Blazefern turned her head, surveying the reborn lands and wondering how they all seemed the same as before the fire, and it bothered her. The way the world seemed unbothered by their existence. Ears twitching she paused as she saw movement, another cat moving through the grasses and after a moment of squinting against the bright sun overhead and the swaying grass, she recognized the pelt. Skywren, they weren't far apart in age, but she couldn't say she had spoken often with him. Twitching she ears she watched him for a moment, seeming at ease among the grasses and heather, something about that seemed to comfort her. That at least some could still find comfort in these swaying grasses and winds. Turning her back on the outsider lands she padded toward him, bright orange pelt standing out against the moorlands.
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Post by theatricals on Jun 20, 2019 22:30:44 GMT -6
Had he not already caught the scent of a rabbit, he might have noticed he was being approached, but with his focus fully trained on the prey, he was utterly distracted from anything else. His movements were slow, calculated, as he had been trained for moons. Hunting was always his preference, and right now was when he could truly let himself forget all the small problems that came with Clan life. He never got any chance to think further on it, as just a heartbeat later, he was shooting after the rabbit, twisting and turning with it as it attempted to escaped, but he had crossed the length of the camp before it tripped, allowing him the chance to take its life with the swiftness of a trained warrior.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jun 24, 2019 18:24:00 GMT -6
His attention was solely on something else in the grasses and Blazefern slowed to a halt to watch him for another moment as suddenly he burst forth, a rabbit streaking away only to be caught. It was graceful, a true testament to the skill of a RavenClan warrior and the orange she-cat found herself admiring this. Starting her walk again she approached and when she was close enough to be heard she spoke, "Good catch."
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Post by theatricals on Jun 26, 2019 20:42:44 GMT -6
Skywren's ears flicked at the voice, taking a short moment before he himself turned to face the newcomer. Once he saw who it was he dropped his catch gently to the ground, appraising her with a somewhat confused, somewhat suspicious look. He didn't see any patrol out here, which meant that she was most likely on her own. "Thanks," he responded slowly, almost questioningly. Finally, he voiced his thoughts: "Did you need something? Am I needed back at camp?" That was his first assumption.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 2, 2019 19:56:49 GMT -6
His questions caught her off guard and she raised an eyebrow before shaking her head, "No, I was just out here walking, saw you hunting. Was impressed with your catch and thought I might let you know." To be completely honest Blazefern wasn't entirely sure why she had approached, maybe because she felt alone and was absently seeking some companionship?
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Post by theatricals on Jul 2, 2019 21:35:23 GMT -6
"Oh," he answered dumbly, feeling like he may have overstepped his bounds at first. Maybe he shouldn't be so concerned about another cat being out here, although with there being drama almost every day, he didn't think it was that crazy to be suspicious. "Were you... Hunting? On patrol?" He didn't want to be nosy, but Skywren always had a habit of being curious. Blazefern didn't seem to be against him asking, so he felt comfortable enough doing so.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 2, 2019 21:44:27 GMT -6
The ginger she-cat shook her head, "No. I was mostly out walking." She replied, keeping it to herself that she had been thinking about more than just a walk. Blazefern put on a smile, "Sorry if I made you think something was wrong by the way. I have a habit of just surprising other cats when out for walks apparently." With all the chaos and drama that made up the daily lives of the clans she wasn't too surprised by his earlier suspicion.
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Post by theatricals on Jul 8, 2019 15:33:11 GMT -6
Skywren was almost dumbfounded. It was strange, considering he was basically doing the same thing, but perhaps he was just unbelieving that anyone else would have any similar habits. He felt like scoffing at that. He was being mouse-brained--of course cats came out by themselves every once in a while. "S'all right," he mumbled, embarrassment affecting his speech. He looked almost angry, his brow creased in frustration, but he lifted his head back up after a moment. "I'm finished hunting, so I can leave you alone if you want."
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 11, 2019 0:28:22 GMT -6
Blazefern wasn't exactly sure what to think of Skywren, his mannerisms weren't like hers or any of her family really. Her family were bold, outspoken, lacking filters. Skywren seemed almost confused, maybe frustrated? She watched his facial expressions, her eyebrow quirking up and ears twitching, "You don't have to leave." She said her words carefully, wondering what was making the tom seem so frustrated. "It's actually nice to have a friend out here, I've been a little isolated lately." Never-mind the fact that she had been isolating herself, that didn't need to be mentioned.
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Post by theatricals on Jul 12, 2019 15:14:02 GMT -6
While it didn't offend him personally to be referred to as a "friend," it did confuse him as to why she'd use such a term. They rarely spoke before--they were acquaintances at best. However, it was clear from Blazefern's mannerisms that she meant well, and that was enough for Skywren to relax slightly. He could relate to her in a small way, which was enough for him to decide that calling her a "friend" might not be so bad. "It's weird," he said suddenly, almost distractedly. "That you can be in a Clan and feel that way." He was never disillusioned with Clan life--he believed they were genuine, and that while they were flawed in ways, the warrior code made them stronger. But still, that didn't mean it was without faults, and it didn't come down to rules or structure, but the cats who followed them.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 27, 2019 21:37:41 GMT -6
The ginger she-cat hummed softly, feeling herself relax as she settled into old habits, tail curling over her back. "There's a lot going on with everyone, so sometimes it's hard to connect to each other. Too busy hunting, or training, or patrolling. I honestly sometimes miss my kithood, cause at least then I knew I could always have time to just relax with my loved ones." Blazefern looked out at the moorlands, gaze sweeping across them. "Clan is family, but nothing beats the feeling of sitting down with your parents or siblings and just talking."
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Post by theatricals on Aug 31, 2019 15:28:31 GMT -6
Missing kithood was not an anomaly--he often missed it as well. But as she went on, he felt himself drifting further and further away. Dreamfeather had a mate now, and Briarpool was doing who knows what with the father he barely knew. His mother... Things were different for him, and he couldn't say he missed his old life as much as she probably did. Things were just nicer then, but he had no way of staying there, in the past. "I guess," he answered quietly, looking away. He almost said more, but his words caught in his throat.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Sept 7, 2019 19:33:58 GMT -6
She frowned, his response, the way he seemed to draw in on himself, gaze shifting away, it alarmed her. Had she said something wrong? Probably, she didn't doubt that possibility as she had often in the past said the wrong thing and upset others. "I...hey, did I say something? I'm sorry. I don't always think before I speak."
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Post by theatricals on Sept 18, 2019 22:24:46 GMT -6
Skywren looked back, suddenly fully alert as though he had been brought straight out of a trance. "No," he responded quickly but quietly, trying to apologize without drawing too much attention to himself. Almost as quickly he pulled back, shifting his paws, although now it was almost uncertain rather than nervous. "I... miss my mother." It was so hard to get out that he almost decided against it. But maybe this was his chance--maybe this was how he could talk about it. Looking back, he realized that Blazefern, while not too well known to him, was an honest cat who had to deal with losing her brother. Maybe she could understand. "My--my father... he's not, from... here." It would have been so much easier to say it outright, but it just felt so wrong that he couldn't hide his own embarrassment.
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