Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 9, 2019 20:20:38 GMT -5
Stormshadow- - - Camp, with Ashystar, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ.
Pulled from the depths of chasing mice in the thick green forests of greenleaf that frequented his dreams, the handsome tom woke to the sensation of a rough tongue rasping through his thick dark pelt. Blinking open his eyes with a soft sigh, he wouldn't minded a further eternity of sleep but he woke without complaint.
Lifting his head from his paws he grazed his dark gaze across his mate with a deep, rumbling purr. Touching his nose to hers in quiet greeting, thankful for the closeness of her warmth. He watched her with a quiet amusement in his gaze. "Good morning," he replied with his usual, neutral tone. But even for him there was a slight glint and soft affection to his demeanour, even if it took multiple microscopes to see it in him. Sunshine was likely close to last on the majority of descriptor lists one might have attached to the muscled tom cat. Shifting so that he sat upright, towering over his mate by a few inches as he did most cats, but around her he carried a gentleness that very few cats ever saw of the tom. "Thanks," he meowed with what almost could have been described as a chuckle tugging free from his lips. "But there was no need, surely you should be sleeping." He meowed with a worried tone underlining his deep tone of voice. Not wishing for his mate to overwork herself. Stormshadow knew that leader life was stressful enough by itself during leafbare, let alone carrying kits at the same time.
Despite how his frame ached from the efforts of the night before to chase the fox away, he brushed his nose through her fur in affectionate greeting. He nudged the sparrow in her direction using a surprisingly deft paw, "At the very least let me return the favour." He meowed, admittedly Ashystar was a far better kept cat than the tom was, meaning it would likely be a less arduous job than combing through the mass of his own dark coat. But the offer was still meant in kindness.
Settling beside her with a flick of his tail, the tom carefully drew his tongue through her thick grey coat. Eyes narrowed with concentration as he worked with the same degree of attention he paid to most tasks. Treating everything with similar concentration no matter how mundane, it wasn't in the tom's nature to treat a task lightly. "You've managed to bring back all of the forest's moss back in your coat, Ashystar." He commented with a twitch of his whiskers. Allowing his muzzle to linger on the swell of her stomach for a heartbeat or two, searching for the telltales signs of life he felt occasionlly. Though he wouldn't have admitted his intentions allowed.
Lifting his head from his paws he grazed his dark gaze across his mate with a deep, rumbling purr. Touching his nose to hers in quiet greeting, thankful for the closeness of her warmth. He watched her with a quiet amusement in his gaze. "Good morning," he replied with his usual, neutral tone. But even for him there was a slight glint and soft affection to his demeanour, even if it took multiple microscopes to see it in him. Sunshine was likely close to last on the majority of descriptor lists one might have attached to the muscled tom cat. Shifting so that he sat upright, towering over his mate by a few inches as he did most cats, but around her he carried a gentleness that very few cats ever saw of the tom. "Thanks," he meowed with what almost could have been described as a chuckle tugging free from his lips. "But there was no need, surely you should be sleeping." He meowed with a worried tone underlining his deep tone of voice. Not wishing for his mate to overwork herself. Stormshadow knew that leader life was stressful enough by itself during leafbare, let alone carrying kits at the same time.
Despite how his frame ached from the efforts of the night before to chase the fox away, he brushed his nose through her fur in affectionate greeting. He nudged the sparrow in her direction using a surprisingly deft paw, "At the very least let me return the favour." He meowed, admittedly Ashystar was a far better kept cat than the tom was, meaning it would likely be a less arduous job than combing through the mass of his own dark coat. But the offer was still meant in kindness.
Settling beside her with a flick of his tail, the tom carefully drew his tongue through her thick grey coat. Eyes narrowed with concentration as he worked with the same degree of attention he paid to most tasks. Treating everything with similar concentration no matter how mundane, it wasn't in the tom's nature to treat a task lightly. "You've managed to bring back all of the forest's moss back in your coat, Ashystar." He commented with a twitch of his whiskers. Allowing his muzzle to linger on the swell of her stomach for a heartbeat or two, searching for the telltales signs of life he felt occasionlly. Though he wouldn't have admitted his intentions allowed.