Our Fractured Light [p]

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 It was evening and Jaysong had decided to hunt in the same place she always did. The MothClan border. Except, this time it was different. She and Rushflow had agreed to meet here again after their first encounter... why, she didn't know. There was something deep inside her telling her this was wrong but the other side of her, telling her this was right, was stronger. And she was convinced it was right as the tall grasses evened out to reveal the frequently patrolled border. She scented the air, not scenting him at all.

 Was he not coming?
 
 Deciding she was just early, Jaysong settled within the tall clumps of grass, watching the border for any sign of the deputy. She tucked her front paws beneath her, ducking her ears and watching the last of the ladybugs scuttle over the grass. 

[stream]

A part of Rushflow was hesitant as he walked through the tall grass, his movements synchronized with the wind. A part of him wanted to turn and run. It was probably the ideal move, the one with least resistance. It was a path to certainty, to safety, and to security. There was no betrayal, no collusion, no ambiguity. But then again, there was also no point. No risk, no stakes, no happiness. With that in mind, the choice was easy. Rushflow did what he always had done; Rushflow trudged on. 

Rushflow approached Jaysong from her left, his expression changing from one of intent to that of awe. She was really pretty. Rush would definitely not be getting over that anytime soon. He quickly padded into view, waving his tail behind him in greeting. 

[pebble]

She scented him long before her appeared and stood as he revealed himself. She purred in greeting, bounding forward to smile at him and blink her gratitude at him showing up. "You came!" She said excitedly, kneading the ground.

He looked really handsome in this light. The red and oranges from the sunset highlighted his multicolor pelt and she couldn't help but feel a stronger attraction to the large tom. She reached forward to press her nose against his cheek, closing her eyes a bit before stepping back. A small sign of trust, but it could go far.

[stream]

Rushflow happily sat still as Jaysong pressed her nose against his cheek. Her cool wet nostrils chilled his body as she touched him. The deputy felt like he had sat there for several days, as if his creator turned into a complete imbecile and forgot to reply to the post. The tom could be here forever, staring into Jaysong's eyes. He barely even remembered that she had spoken to him. "Of course," he mewed softly, taking a step closer. "How was your day?" It was simple, sweet, and to the point. Hopefully it'd spark conversation that was much more interesting.

[pebble]

She smiled, extending a paw to rest it on his lovingly. "It was a day. Made new nests, fixed holes in the den, trained my apprentice, hunted some, then came to see you." She admitted, off green eyes bright with passion for him. "What about you? Did you speak to Ravenwing?" She asked, tilting her a head a bit. She loved this tom, she realized. Even if they hardly knew each other, she loves him. He was so handsome, sweet, intelligent. She was sure her mother would've approved of this, even if they weren't from the same clan. She let off a quiet purr at the thought of her mother with a silver pelt almost identical to hers and cornflower blue eyes... her mother was far prettier than Jaysong, but it didn't matter now.