Post by GnawingOnIce on Oct 31, 2018 1:09:18 GMT
((OOC: I’ve been involved in so many love plots lately, I needed some angst. Even though this technically is a love plot, it’s still angst shut up
& Miss Tactical, just so you can see this))
The gray-spotted she-cat had been thinking a bit much lately, too much for her liking. It kept her up after all her clanmates were far from awake, her green eyes glowing in the darkness of the warrior’s den.
The moss underneath Meteorfall’s belly reminded her of Finchtongue, and she hated it. Sometimes she would just flat out get up and stay out of the den until morning.
She had grown up with Finchtongue and survived the fire and the earthquake with him, settling into their new home and he was the father of her first litter of kits. How could she not be angry?
Of course, this concerned her clanmates; she had noticed. Everyone seemed more careful and gentle when speaking to her and murmured to each other about her.
This agitated her enough to the point where she would hiss and snarl in outbursts at them. It was out of her character, who was usually optimistic. Her current kits, Silverspot and Cloverwing had tried to comfort her yet even she bristled around them.
Frostfall offered her poppy seeds from time to time; sometimes she would reject them, sometimes she wouldn’t.
Standing beside all this was one of her clanmates catching her eye. His name was Flametail.
He was a lovely tom-cat, in Meteorfall’s opinion. It seemed like he was always happy, and when she was around him he always boosted her mood. Sure, they had only spoken a few times but she had been trying to do so more recently. She wasn’t even sure he liked her presence, but she supposed he did since he never exactly avoided her.
Her bright green gaze was led to his nest, where his red, striped tabby back was to her.
The gray she-cat closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and quietly heaving herself out of her nest. She picked her way around her sleeping Clanmates, making sure not to step on any tails, leading her to Flametail’s nest.
She gently pressed her muzzle to his neck, nudging him awake. He grumbled, raising his head and looking at her with his sleepy lime colored eyes.
“Meteorfall? Why are you awake?” He questioned, speaking in a nearly silent tone.
“Will you come with me?” Her voice was as gentle as her touch had been.
He seemed to contemplate his answer, which sparked worry in her chest. He even glanced away a few times, and though Meteorfall couldn’t see it, his cheeks had turned a shade of red.
Finally, he nodded. The she-cat inwardly sighed in relief and turned, slinking out of the den in hushed steps. Flametail followed her just as quietly.
They both sneaked out of the cave, the waterfall muting their escape into the forest.
& Miss Tactical, just so you can see this))
The gray-spotted she-cat had been thinking a bit much lately, too much for her liking. It kept her up after all her clanmates were far from awake, her green eyes glowing in the darkness of the warrior’s den.
The moss underneath Meteorfall’s belly reminded her of Finchtongue, and she hated it. Sometimes she would just flat out get up and stay out of the den until morning.
She had grown up with Finchtongue and survived the fire and the earthquake with him, settling into their new home and he was the father of her first litter of kits. How could she not be angry?
Of course, this concerned her clanmates; she had noticed. Everyone seemed more careful and gentle when speaking to her and murmured to each other about her.
This agitated her enough to the point where she would hiss and snarl in outbursts at them. It was out of her character, who was usually optimistic. Her current kits, Silverspot and Cloverwing had tried to comfort her yet even she bristled around them.
Frostfall offered her poppy seeds from time to time; sometimes she would reject them, sometimes she wouldn’t.
Standing beside all this was one of her clanmates catching her eye. His name was Flametail.
He was a lovely tom-cat, in Meteorfall’s opinion. It seemed like he was always happy, and when she was around him he always boosted her mood. Sure, they had only spoken a few times but she had been trying to do so more recently. She wasn’t even sure he liked her presence, but she supposed he did since he never exactly avoided her.
Her bright green gaze was led to his nest, where his red, striped tabby back was to her.
The gray she-cat closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and quietly heaving herself out of her nest. She picked her way around her sleeping Clanmates, making sure not to step on any tails, leading her to Flametail’s nest.
She gently pressed her muzzle to his neck, nudging him awake. He grumbled, raising his head and looking at her with his sleepy lime colored eyes.
“Meteorfall? Why are you awake?” He questioned, speaking in a nearly silent tone.
“Will you come with me?” Her voice was as gentle as her touch had been.
He seemed to contemplate his answer, which sparked worry in her chest. He even glanced away a few times, and though Meteorfall couldn’t see it, his cheeks had turned a shade of red.
Finally, he nodded. The she-cat inwardly sighed in relief and turned, slinking out of the den in hushed steps. Flametail followed her just as quietly.
They both sneaked out of the cave, the waterfall muting their escape into the forest.
