Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 16, 2017 11:27:19 GMT -5
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Lionstar & Morningskies & Loonwhisker | Clan Camp
With the sunlight streaming down into the flowered grove of camp, the muscled figure of the leader of Floraclan was like a small flame, length stretched like languid big cat across the branch which his paws had fit into only recently to accept his crown and throne. The molten amber of his gaze was scintillating bright in his white-splattered face, his spine of blossoms leading to the golden crown atop his ears complimenting them well, as he looked over camp. His thoughts were something like questioning, deciding, the shift of his eye like that of a predator making conscious thought of decision. For the little lion had just parted from the most intriguing of conversations with the resident queen of Floraclan, velvet-ebony Blackbird.
He need not try hard to pry the information from her of what had occurred- but she was smart, no little pushover, and Lionstar had had little success in getting what he wanted from her. But she'd let slip enough for him to be knowledgable of the situation. Enough to know. The information was toyed between his claws now, mulled over and over again, analyzed from every angle.
Lionstar was no stupid cat- he knew what this was. His curiosity now lay in who to tell, and what to move forward with next. Of course he knew the two snakes closest to his own, Loonwhisker and Morningskies, would most certainly have an opinion on it. Those two felines were curled on the branch beneath his own- never allowed for their paws to touch the sacredness of his throne. But they were the closest anyone would ever get to it. Lionstar had kept the information from them- had not told them yet. Eventually he was sure he would, he always did. He wasn't blind, he knew they wanted information from him. But they were family and had helped him through much, more than anyone else he'd known had done for him. For now, the words stayed behind his teeth, tongued in his mouth as he lamented it in a way that would suit his purposes.
Loonwhisker did not like this lull in activity. Morningskies could care less- but mother wanted the clan up and working. Soft words of her chid were whispered in her delicate ears, urging her to be softer to the peasants. She merely wrinkled her nose. It was the morning hours, a time most Floraclan cats were awake for, but customarily not doing all that much work. But ever since earlier this morn', when Lionstar requested for Morningskies to up border patrols, mother had been on alert. After a few nudges, she had convinced the languid figure of her child to get up and moving. With a shake of their pale golden pelage, the feline slid like fog down the pattern of tree branches beneath them, stopping to sit with body collected and tail tucked in front of them in the middle of camp. A soft noise emitted their throat- a call, of kinds, for cats to come to. Time for morning patrol.
A soft question almost unheard, but Gildedtongue had such very good ears and keen eye. With a big smile, the male nodded, straightening up and leading the way with tail and head high. The brown apprentice followed after him, much less confident- but not submissive. Oddly, Woodpeckerpaw appeared more peaceful and right with himself than unconfident, obediently following after the much older cat to where Morningskies and Fogdance dwelled.
He need not try hard to pry the information from her of what had occurred- but she was smart, no little pushover, and Lionstar had had little success in getting what he wanted from her. But she'd let slip enough for him to be knowledgable of the situation. Enough to know. The information was toyed between his claws now, mulled over and over again, analyzed from every angle.
Lionstar was no stupid cat- he knew what this was. His curiosity now lay in who to tell, and what to move forward with next. Of course he knew the two snakes closest to his own, Loonwhisker and Morningskies, would most certainly have an opinion on it. Those two felines were curled on the branch beneath his own- never allowed for their paws to touch the sacredness of his throne. But they were the closest anyone would ever get to it. Lionstar had kept the information from them- had not told them yet. Eventually he was sure he would, he always did. He wasn't blind, he knew they wanted information from him. But they were family and had helped him through much, more than anyone else he'd known had done for him. For now, the words stayed behind his teeth, tongued in his mouth as he lamented it in a way that would suit his purposes.
Loonwhisker did not like this lull in activity. Morningskies could care less- but mother wanted the clan up and working. Soft words of her chid were whispered in her delicate ears, urging her to be softer to the peasants. She merely wrinkled her nose. It was the morning hours, a time most Floraclan cats were awake for, but customarily not doing all that much work. But ever since earlier this morn', when Lionstar requested for Morningskies to up border patrols, mother had been on alert. After a few nudges, she had convinced the languid figure of her child to get up and moving. With a shake of their pale golden pelage, the feline slid like fog down the pattern of tree branches beneath them, stopping to sit with body collected and tail tucked in front of them in the middle of camp. A soft noise emitted their throat- a call, of kinds, for cats to come to. Time for morning patrol.
Fogdance | Clan Camp
The characteristic call of Morningskies had the moody feline's cranium lolling on his paws, staring balefully from where he'd fallen to sleep outside. Over time, sleeping in the warrior's den had become more and more suffocating until he felt more comfortable lumped amongst himself outside in the clean air and stars. It had been many moons since the warmth of another body had been allowed in his presence. He wasn't in a hurry to return to it any time soon so matter how the alternative pained him.
Resigned to his fate, the silver-tabbied lifted himself from the ground, stretching in luxurious grace that had always caught the eye of males and females alike around him. It wasn't he didn't like it- Fogdance loved it, having that power over someone. He just didn't like when it was vice versa. His flirting was more for a quick fix now than anything with substance. He was confident in himself, loved himself more than he had anyone else. But it still hurt. With a soft shake, his glossy coat glistened in the sunlight as he obediently bent to the call. Morningskies always unnerved the tabby, in some way. One could never see their eyes unless they came close enough to peer through the baby's breath veil covering them, and frankly, the golden cat reminded Fogdance too much of some kind of smoke-breathing fortune teller than someone real and tangible. Unnerving. But their power still rang true, so he followed to it. He suppressed the prickle of his spine at the slow turn of Morningskies' neck, an odd small smile plastered to their maw as they gave a nod.
Fogdance and Morningskies were similar in many ways, and perhaps that's what unnerved the silver the most.
Resigned to his fate, the silver-tabbied lifted himself from the ground, stretching in luxurious grace that had always caught the eye of males and females alike around him. It wasn't he didn't like it- Fogdance loved it, having that power over someone. He just didn't like when it was vice versa. His flirting was more for a quick fix now than anything with substance. He was confident in himself, loved himself more than he had anyone else. But it still hurt. With a soft shake, his glossy coat glistened in the sunlight as he obediently bent to the call. Morningskies always unnerved the tabby, in some way. One could never see their eyes unless they came close enough to peer through the baby's breath veil covering them, and frankly, the golden cat reminded Fogdance too much of some kind of smoke-breathing fortune teller than someone real and tangible. Unnerving. But their power still rang true, so he followed to it. He suppressed the prickle of his spine at the slow turn of Morningskies' neck, an odd small smile plastered to their maw as they gave a nod.
Fogdance and Morningskies were similar in many ways, and perhaps that's what unnerved the silver the most.
Gildedtongue & Woodpeckerpaw | Clan Camp
The masculine didn't need the call to be up and out of the den, his tall and muscled figure looming strong and kingly amongst his clanmates. A gentle giant really, Gildedtongue's maw hung with polite smile, stretching his toes in front of him as he stretched to begin the day. The deepness of his voice was a startle to the little creature who awkwardly crashed into his side at that moment, if the touch itself hadn't scared the poor thing to bits in the first place,
" S-sorry!- "
" Woodpeckerpaw, my boy! No need to apologize. Are you prepared to start the day? "
" Woodpeckerpaw, my boy! No need to apologize. Are you prepared to start the day? "
A massive paw gently ruffled the big ears atop the apprentice's head from where he sat on his rump, looking quite adorable and intensely reminiscent of Gildedtongue's son. Despite his size, the warrior was lean and thin, all grace and swooping edges, his short-furred pelt a thick gloss as he moved. An enrapturing sight to see him move so articulated, and something Woodpeckerpaw could only hope to emulate some day. With a small voice, he responded with a thoughtfulness, almost immediately after being asked,
" Yes, Im ready to go out. The patrol? "
A soft question almost unheard, but Gildedtongue had such very good ears and keen eye. With a big smile, the male nodded, straightening up and leading the way with tail and head high. The brown apprentice followed after him, much less confident- but not submissive. Oddly, Woodpeckerpaw appeared more peaceful and right with himself than unconfident, obediently following after the much older cat to where Morningskies and Fogdance dwelled.
Blackbird & Juniperpaw | Nursery
Juniperpaw had heard the call, yes. Was she going to go?... No, probably not. The blue-pointed Siamese was comfortable enough where she lay on her stomach in the nursery's warmth, a respectful distance from the resident queen of Floraclan. Whenever the apprentice had just wished for sleep she often retreated to this den for peace of mind. Blackbird never showed her the door, offered a smile almost nervous, and allowed Juniperpaw the little patch of ground she dozed on now. The said queen was currently awake, paws neatly folded atop one another before her, engorged stomach bubbling to the side of her body as she lay as comfortably as she could. It was difficult to be without a mate during this time, but it was almost as though Juniperpaw filled some of that void with her presence. Always there, politely distanced, unless beckoned closer- quiet, smiling patiently when Blackbird appeared to get hormonally anxious, brought her everything she wanted or needed. In the beginning, the pitch queen didn't think she would need anything, she could do it herself.
But the ring of flowers that were woven into her nest, every one a different flower, showed her otherwise. The clan supported her regardless of her decision, one they knew little about, and asked little questions of. Juniperpaw was easily the queen's strongest friend here, leaving when asked, coming when called. A black paw came to gently caress the plum blossom that held brightly attached to the nest. The touch moved from it across the other flowers around her: a little white lilac offering what strength it could, gladiolus prime and proper, morning glory hanging so thoughtfully, an amaryllis bright and strength-giving, a spray of baby's breath a delicate bushel. And the blossom of orange and blue, taken from the very crown itself- a bird of paradise bloom that her paw hovered over and eventually touched, feeling the silken petals along her calloused pawpads.
Her mind was full of the conversation she and her leader had had not too long ago this very morning. She knew he would want to know, not just because he genuinely cared for the wellbeing of the clan, but for what he was and his personality. Blackbird saw what his mother had made him and his sibling up to be. She knew he would want this information and would no doubt use it in some way. Blackbird was smart, but Lionstar was smarter. She gave him spare details, the littlest that she knew- which was already very little. To her surprise, she didn't find any scorn in those trademark golden eyes. The leader had given a simple regal nod and a gruff response to end the interrogation he had given her, to "rest well". There was no pity either. Blackbird reached as far as she could into her knowledge of the cat only a little older than her, of what she knew of his background. She'd never seen his father.
Perhaps that was why there was no condescending in his tone. But he was here for information and how to use it, for what she couldn't fathom. Hopefully it would not come to harm her kits, or anyone else for that matter. Blackbird may be spicy, but she loved Floraclan all the same.
But the ring of flowers that were woven into her nest, every one a different flower, showed her otherwise. The clan supported her regardless of her decision, one they knew little about, and asked little questions of. Juniperpaw was easily the queen's strongest friend here, leaving when asked, coming when called. A black paw came to gently caress the plum blossom that held brightly attached to the nest. The touch moved from it across the other flowers around her: a little white lilac offering what strength it could, gladiolus prime and proper, morning glory hanging so thoughtfully, an amaryllis bright and strength-giving, a spray of baby's breath a delicate bushel. And the blossom of orange and blue, taken from the very crown itself- a bird of paradise bloom that her paw hovered over and eventually touched, feeling the silken petals along her calloused pawpads.
Her mind was full of the conversation she and her leader had had not too long ago this very morning. She knew he would want to know, not just because he genuinely cared for the wellbeing of the clan, but for what he was and his personality. Blackbird saw what his mother had made him and his sibling up to be. She knew he would want this information and would no doubt use it in some way. Blackbird was smart, but Lionstar was smarter. She gave him spare details, the littlest that she knew- which was already very little. To her surprise, she didn't find any scorn in those trademark golden eyes. The leader had given a simple regal nod and a gruff response to end the interrogation he had given her, to "rest well". There was no pity either. Blackbird reached as far as she could into her knowledge of the cat only a little older than her, of what she knew of his background. She'd never seen his father.
Perhaps that was why there was no condescending in his tone. But he was here for information and how to use it, for what she couldn't fathom. Hopefully it would not come to harm her kits, or anyone else for that matter. Blackbird may be spicy, but she loved Floraclan all the same.
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