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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 14:39:15 GMT -5
Snowcricket
The dying sunlight was sending it's last glimmering rays across the vast lake as the small she-cat sat on the shoreline, her front paws in the swirling tide as if ebbed in and out again. Her blue eyes were aflame as the water seemed to burn with the colors of the sunset, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at it. It was one of the few times she felt at peace with herself - when she was viewing some sort of natural beauty like this.
Usually, she was too busy thinking her dark thoughts, or plotting ways to scam and blackmail other cats into doing what she wanted... but not now. Now she was too busy admiring the beautiful sight before her. She flicked her black tail as she looked down at the bright pinks and reds that were reflecting in her thin and translucent white fur, wishing that the sunlight would get caught in her plain pelt.
"Puh," She frowned a bit, shuffling her paws in the shallow water, wrinkling her pink nose. "White is so boring..."
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 18:46:14 GMT -5
Twistedleg The brown tabby tom hobbled on in search of herbs. It was a regular habit of his, him being the medicine cat. Trudging on, mud began to cling to the tom-cat's paws, all three of them, that is. Sunlight dappled his pelt as the male made his way through the sparse trees that grew near the lake and his head kept facing side to side in response to his searching. Although, Twsitedleg soon looked up and ceased his step-hop-step-step-hop gait as a white form came into direct view ahead. The medicine cat stared a moment, admiring the spot of purity amongst the murk washed and pebbly shore. His sharp, yellow orbs the only sign of emotion on his placid features. A moment later, the male began his odd trudge forth again, this time keeping his steady gaze aiming forth as Twistedleg made his way to Snowcricket. |
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 19:29:40 GMT -5
The van marked cat flicked her ears in the direction of the familiar gait, and she twisted her sleek white head to look at the three-legged tom who limped in her direction. Though he didn't really hold any value in her eyes (he was squeaky clean and didn't really have anything she wanted anyways) she did have to admire his perseverance. She looked back at the seemingly flaming river before stepping out of the water and onto the shore, her bright white pelt sticking out against the pebbles. She sat down again, this time a few tail lengths back from the water. She might be heartless, but she didn't want the poor tom to slip on the slick wet stones.
"What're you doing down here Twistedleg? Isn't this a little far from your usual herb area?" She asked as her got close, tipping her head around to look at him over her white shoulder again. |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 19:40:27 GMT -5
The brown tabby watched as the she-cat stood from her place amid the rippling water. Droplets fell from her pretty coat and hit the lake shore with a plopping sound, sending out ripples of varying sizes. Once near, the male let a simple smile pass over his face, more of a greeting than an expression of emotion.
"Well, hello to you also, Snowcricket." Twistedleg mewed as the male brought his haunches down and towards his belly, sitting with the ease of any other cat and facing the female. Something he was actually able to do normally. Moisture from the shore-line soil began to seep into the tom-cat's fur and saturated his rear end. It was quite odd, but completely tolerable being a Waterclan cat.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 19:58:41 GMT -5
She frown at the tom for a fraction of a second, having had him block her view of the red lake but she just sighed and dropped it, delicately wrapping her jet black tail around her dainty white paws. She brought her blue gaze up to meet his yellow one, and she flicked her ears a bit, curious. Why was he sitting in the water in front of her? She almost chuckled a bit. What a peculiar cat her clan had for a healer.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked, surprisingly polite for her, and she perked her ears forward at him, looking a bit confused as she tilted her head. She raised a paw to start cleaning the small beads of water from her fur. |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 20:13:17 GMT -5
The tom looked around him for a bit, the smile on his face like a simple feature, similar to that of his nose. Then he turned his eyes back to the she-cat and gazed directly into her blue orbs. A strong habit of his since the male would always look straight into his patient's face, that being more communication as to what they were feeling than their words.
He gave a strong inhalation through the nostrils and exhaled through his maw before mewing, "Well, to answer your first question; I was looking for yarrow. You know, large, leafy plant with heads of white flower clusters at the top of each stalk. They grow around here, being as the ground is firm, yet still close to water. As for your second question, yeah, this is." he paused a moment, still gazing at her face before opening his jowls once more to speak, only a few heartbeats later, "No, I don't think there is anything. I guess I just wanted to say hi."
With that, Twistedleg gave a flick of his tail and a nod of his head, indicating for the she-cat to either state her part in the conversation or ask him to leave.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 20:43:01 GMT -5
The she-cat had to admit to herself that she felt a little uncomfortable under his lamplike eyes, feeling her skin prickle under her fur, as though she was being caught doing something wrong. Out of all the cats in the clan she felt like he could see right through her - like he had something on her. And while she didn't particularly like that, she owed him her life - she'd been in the medicine cats den more than a few times.
At his answering, she almost audibly sighed, but got to her feet anyway, nodding respectfully to her past savior. "Alright. Well, I saw some around the edges of the marsh the other day. I wouldn't mind coming with you, if you'd like." She offered, swishing her black tail politely, fixing her blue eyes on the lake once again. She'd just come back tomorrow to finish observing she supposed. |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 20:54:37 GMT -5
At the she-cat getting to her paws, Twistedleg stood also. The tom-cat turned his head towards the direction Snowcricket was indicating. Of course, the edge of the marsh. That made more sense than he was willing to admit; it was so near a water source, yet on firm enough ground. Although he wasn't sure why he hadn't seen much of it there before. Maybe it had something to do with the light or the fact that the water was usually still. Either way, he didn't know.
"Well, good to know you saw some." his mew was meant as a thanks, though once spoken it hadn't really sounded like much more than a simple comment. Paying it no mind of correction, the medicine cat cocked his head to the side, "Are you sure? It's not necessary, really." Was she offering because she felt he may need help? No, probably not. This she-cat didn't often do things for another because of their lack of capability. Snowcricket was probably just looking for something to do. But still, a look of something more than curiosity laced his face, giving him a darker look and barely showing.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 21:11:59 GMT -5
Snowcricket was quick to frown at his asking if she was sure and she scoffed a bit, wrinkling her nose a little - her usual attitude. "Well if you don't want me to go, I won't..." she said a little rudely, her blue eyes actually looking a little hurt, though whether or not it was actual or not was a mystery. She flicked her black tail and set the paw she was cleaning down, ears laying back a bit stubbornly as she shifted her gaze to look at the lake again. Fine. If he didn't want company she didn't care. Not like she had any friends anyway. |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 21:20:20 GMT -5
Eyes going wide, Twistedleg looked taken aback at her words, having not expected such emotion from her. He leaned back, a motion that would have ended with any other cat taking a step in reverse, but something that was too difficult for the three legged feline.
"No, no, that's-" He paused, suddenly realizing what his words must have sounded like, "That's not what I meant. Not at all. I just-" Again, he paused. How could he explain to her what he had been thinking? But the apparent hurt in Snowcricket's eyes made him want to try, "I thought.. that maybe.. Well, that you were offering because of my leg," as the brown male mewed, he tipped his head back to the point in his body bare of the usual part.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 21:30:10 GMT -5
Snowcricket sighed and tossed her white head a bit with another signature scoff as she got to her feet. "Your leg?" She said, almost forgetting his handicap before she saw it again, and she shook her head, blue eyes narrowing a bit as she looked at him squarely. "After all the times you saved me, you think I want to help you because your leg is missing? I've seen your scramble over things even I don't dare climb. I'm not worried about you and your leg." She ended with a bit of a hiss, and though she had turned to left, she flicked her feathery tail. "Now come on stumpy, it's going to get really dark soon." |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 21:45:35 GMT -5
Once again, the tom-cat's face was surprised, but this time more of positive confusion than anything else. Forgotten about his leg? Was she complimenting him? He watched her in her slight attitude. To one outside of the conversation, just sitting back and looking, they might think there was a squabble, but really it was nothing of the sort.
A genuine smile crept onto Twistedleg's black lips, causing his already sharp eyes to brighten. As Snowcricket beckoned him and padded of, the male follow, coming into step just behind her with a tap-tap-plop sound. "Stumpy?" was all he mewed, amusement lacing his tone as well as a slight drop of pleasure. This she-cat certainly wasn't going to treat him differently. Whether or not he was the medicine cat, the local cripple, or her own father, there would be only one way she seemed to act. And he liked it.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 22:05:00 GMT -5
"Yes, stumpy. If you're so keen to draw attention to your leg, that'll be your name from now on." She replied, trying to continue sounding grumpy, but she couldn't help but edge a laugh in there. She fell silent as the two of them made their way to the edge of the marsh, the light vanishing quickly as they passed through the forest, passing through the trees like shadows as they traveled.
Stars dotted the sky by the time they reached the marsh, and she stopped for a moment, trying to get her bearings in the dark, her eyes large in the dim light of the moon. She scanned around for a moment before huffing in irritation. "I know I saw some around her somewhere... I swear." She grumbled, searching around, flicking her tail in annoyance. |
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Post by Whisptail on Jan 16, 2013 22:35:22 GMT -5
Twistedleg gave a chuckle, but no more as the two trekked toward the marsh. Night steadily fell and the stars began to fill silver pelt, alighting the forest with their eery glow. It was a familiar thing for the brown tabby tom to be aware of the clan's ancestors above, but he couldn't actually say it was something of comfort to him. He hadn't actually been happy to be crippled, and though he knew it was beyond Starclan's control, Twistedleg couldn't help but feel it was. At least to some degree.
Once the duo came to a halt, the tom-cat swiveled his ears to Snowcrickets agitated mew. "Something the matter? Not finding what you thought you were looking for" the male jibed in light humor. It wasn't a common thing for him to do so, but he felt relaxed around the young female, knowing her judgment came in a different form.
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Post by SpIdEr on Jan 16, 2013 23:09:30 GMT -5
She grumbled at him for a moment before snarling and lashing her black tail. "Shut up and help me look will you." She hissed at the verbal barb, and she growled as she searched around, trying to tune her nose to the strange sickly sweet scent that the yarrow usually gave off. She was certain she had seen some the other day on a hunting trip and she flicked her ears irritably as she scanned the area with flashing blue eyes, trotting angrily around.
"I swear it was here." She huffed, returning from where she thought it had been before sitting on the spongy ground and lowering her head, glaring around the area. "See any?" |
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