Post by M'Lady on Jul 26, 2019 16:27:39 GMT
Drizzlestone allowed a sigh to escape him, as he glanced over at his quiet best friend. Pranceflight hadn't said a word yet today, and while he was quiet used to her silent spells, this one had been going on rather long, as it had past sunhigh and was much later in the afternoon than he'd realized. She's been a bit off for awhile, he supposed, though he wasn't quite sure for the reasoning. Sometimes she just got like that. While her brother, Blitz, fumed in anger, she would just lose all of her words at once and scrambled for days to get them back.
"Hey, Prance?" He spoke softly, as if she were a doe he might scare away with a loud voice. "How would you feel about a little border patrol? It looks like you need a walk." She was a bit restless, he could tell, by her shifting paws. She seemed to falter before answering him, but then gave a sharp nod in a quick, birdlike motion, and he smiled a bit. "I'll go see if anyone else wants to come, okay? Just wait here." She didn't respond this time, her yellow eyes not meeting his gaze, but she didn't move from the spot, so he took that as confirmation and padded away. There were a few cats milling about the camp, so he raised his voice a bit to call around.
"Oi! Prance and I are going out on a border patrol, anyone else feel like tagging along?" His voice was deep and smooth, much befitting his name as it often reminded one of a riverworn stone that was cool and silken to the touch. He was still a young warrior, certainly, but he had quickly grown into the charming stature of his father, and the easy wit of his mother. Deep blue eyes were rather striking again his pale, splotched pelt, and though he was still a bit scruffy, he would soon grow to be one of the clans more handsome bachelors, it was easy to tell.
"Hey, Prance?" He spoke softly, as if she were a doe he might scare away with a loud voice. "How would you feel about a little border patrol? It looks like you need a walk." She was a bit restless, he could tell, by her shifting paws. She seemed to falter before answering him, but then gave a sharp nod in a quick, birdlike motion, and he smiled a bit. "I'll go see if anyone else wants to come, okay? Just wait here." She didn't respond this time, her yellow eyes not meeting his gaze, but she didn't move from the spot, so he took that as confirmation and padded away. There were a few cats milling about the camp, so he raised his voice a bit to call around.
"Oi! Prance and I are going out on a border patrol, anyone else feel like tagging along?" His voice was deep and smooth, much befitting his name as it often reminded one of a riverworn stone that was cool and silken to the touch. He was still a young warrior, certainly, but he had quickly grown into the charming stature of his father, and the easy wit of his mother. Deep blue eyes were rather striking again his pale, splotched pelt, and though he was still a bit scruffy, he would soon grow to be one of the clans more handsome bachelors, it was easy to tell.