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Post by Firelight on Jun 4, 2014 12:31:07 GMT -6
Firelight purred, and genuinely, at that. She blinked slowly, a small flicker of the light of a smile dancing on her expression. She grinned at the young warrior. He really was so much like her former friend. She shivered at the thought.
"Well, believe me, you will never get as much sleep as you would like. Not even as an elder," she feigned a sigh, staring at her paws with her lips mock-pursed. "Just when you really think you'd be able to enjoy the golden years, the kits beg incessantly for a story. I think by now that if they would like to keep their tails, however, they'd best stay out of my sight and/or territory."
"How do you like IceClan?" She suddenly asked, her paws burning up with curiosity. It had been a long time since she had been granted the permission to visit. Ducking away shyly, Firelight tried not to appear so interested in the rival clan. It wasn't likely Quillfoot knew she wasn't FireClan by blood, and there was no use making a big deal out of it, and she certainly didn't want to seem much like a spy. But she did wonder about her homeland time and time again, and if anything was still as she remembered it to be.
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Post by Dreamwing on Jun 4, 2014 13:02:11 GMT -6
Dreamwing purred at the sight of the elderly but cranky she-cat. You see, Firelight was her sister in all seriousness but she was just way older in comparison. Uhm. I'm Dreamwing, I was one of Wildheart's kits. I was there when she died, I think you were as well? She said rapidly. She mentally face-palmed. She was making a fool of herself.
She looked down at the ground and twitched an ear and flicked her tail. She wondered what it would of been like to grow up with this she-cat as her sister. In a way she reminded Dreamwing of her mother.
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Post by Firelight on Jun 4, 2014 13:13:00 GMT -6
Firelight's head swiveled toward Dreamwing, and she erupted in yet another purr. This night wasn't so bad, after all, she supposed. Her heart pained at the name of Wildheart, because although she had not grown up with her mother, the sight of her death was still a memory serving to remind Firelight that, eventually, we all die.
"Oh, then we are.. half.. siblings? Yes, I believe so." Firelight tipped her head. She was the only kit of Venomstar that she could recollect. "Who is your father? You know, you are very lucky you grew up with Wildheart. She was a good mother- or, I'd like to think so. Yes, I was there at her death."
She looked this cat up and down cautiously. "You are so young. You must have been in your youth in her last stages of life."
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Post by Dreamwing on Jun 4, 2014 13:22:19 GMT -6
Dreamwing lifted her head at the sound of an enormous purr. I would believe so. Wildheart never told me who my father was..I never really asked. Dreamwing said softly. Who had her father been? How foolish of her to never even be the slightest curious! Wildheart was the best mother any cat could ask for. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to grow up with her, I am truly. Anyway, yes I was an apprentice..or maybe I was a young warrior? Anywho, I was young when she..., she trailed off. She missed her mother so much just then, it hit her with pang.
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Post by Firelight on Jun 4, 2014 13:31:37 GMT -6
The elder rose to her paws, shuffling over to where Dreamwing stood(sat?). She touched her nose to her ear in a mild consolation, before returning to her seat, scooting backwards slightly so as to make room for the three to form a circle- or I guess it would be more of a triangle. She looked to Quillfoot, tipping her head in a small apology for the personal moment, and flattened her ears again as a gust of wind fluffed her fur up.
"Why are they making such a career out of this?" she complained. "Let's just get it over with."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 13:41:41 GMT -6
"Sure!" Icywind meowed, seeing dreamwing she padded up to her."hi dreamwing! Can I join you."
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Post by Thornfrost on Jun 4, 2014 14:42:52 GMT -6
With a grateful smile the tom sat, turning his scarred face so he could see Blossomwhisper through his good eye. "No rudeness at all, don't stress yourself," he assured her amiably. At her attempt to continue the conversation he beamed, glad to finally have some willing company. He probably would have preferred a group of cats to talk to, since he wasn't the best in such singular interactions, he always seemed to say something awkward. Though, it seemed no one else wanted to join them. Settling himself in to talk to the kind she-cat, he hoped that he wouldn't mess up. "I've been well enough, personally I have very little to complain about. Yourself?"
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Post by Quillfoot on Jun 4, 2014 14:58:40 GMT -6
The first hint of true pleasure from Firelight surprised him, and Quillfoot returned it with a purr of his own. "I'd best start adapting then," the tom decided with a chuckle. "At this point I'm surprised the clans aren't filled with zombie, by the late hours we keep." Quillfoot himself was more of an early-riser than a later-nighter, but for an occasion like a gathering he was always due to make an exception. Besides that, if he hadn't come he never would have stumbled across Firelight. "Sounds like you've trained the kits well, at least." The statement was threaded with amusement.
At the somewhat odd question Quillfoot paused, hesitant to answer straight away in haste. "I like it as much as I should, I suppose. I've never been out of Iceclan, so I have nothing to like more, and nothing to which I can compare it it." He loved his home of course, though someties wondered if that was only because he'd never been anywhere else. "I was born with unlucky fur though, it's short, and a pain in the colder months. But it is my home after all, so I am lucky to have it."
As the she-cat, now introduced as Dreamwing continued to strike up conversation with Firelight, the younger tom remained silent, unsure whether or not he was still desired in the conversation. Finally he injected quietly, "If it suits you, I'm able to take my leave. I'd hate to be a bother to your reunion."
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Post by Firelight on Jun 4, 2014 15:47:51 GMT -6
"Oh, no, no. Stay here. Please."
Firelight's eyes widened, surprised at her own desperation. She was comforted by the smell of IceClan, reminding her of her various stays there, although they had been short-lived. She would never permanently be welcomed in the clan; it was the elephant in the room. She glowered at herself. What was all of this gush for? She had a reputation of coldness to uphold- though, she supposed. One night of company couldn't hurt.
She purred at Quillfoot's comment, looking over his fur and tipping her head in agreement. "Want mine? I swear I nearly melt to death in greenleaf." she laughed, audibly. Firelight was rather long-furred, acclimated to living in IceClan weather (though that had really bitten her back considering her current living conditions.) "You can have it, I just- you know. I'll probably have to clean it a couple of times first to ever make it look as good as yours. But then, it probably still wouldn't." She bit back the rest of her remark. It had recently become painfully evident to Firelight that she would never return to her youthful appearance.
"I'll bet my left ear that my fur alone is a dead giveaway to my age. Two hundred and three moons to be exact!"
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Post by Rivershade on Jun 4, 2014 16:11:54 GMT -6
she followed her friend to sit next to dreamwing she diped her head to the she-cat and asked polietly " May i join you" she then sat next to her friend and glanced back . an dasked the cats " so what have you done today" sh ehoped to get some good infomation an dwas quite happy to talk to some newer cats as she waited
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Post by Quillfoot on Jun 4, 2014 18:08:21 GMT -6
Quillfoot was surprised by the power behind Firelight's statement, though he struggled to keep it private. Firelight herself seemed surprised by her own words, so he didn't want to be making a remark on it unduly. "I'd be glad to," he finally purred, and remained where he sat.
His cropped fur wasn't something he particularly hated, it was just what he'd been born with. In the very least he dealt with rain and the wet far better than the other felines, who returned to camp with soggy clumps of fur in comparison. It was by no means comfortable, but he could accept the benefits where they were due. Firelight's laugh was different from what he expected, but quite lovely, and he hoped he'd have the opportunity to hear it again, considering she didn't seem to laugh often. "Now that would be a fun little trick to play on our clan-mates," he laughed deeply, blue eyes glittering with mirth. "But no, I couldn't take such a thing from you. There are more important things than fur, if I could claim anything of yours, I suppose it would be your strong spirit. I'm quite envious."
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Post by Vinewhip on Jun 4, 2014 19:01:05 GMT -6
And then, enter Vinepaw. I scrambled in behind the rest of my clan, eagerly looking around like I was surrounded by wisps of magic. My first gather, huh? Magical it was indeed. I scampered around, looking for someone to chat with, but with all the mingling scents, my nose couldn't tell the difference between anything. I sighed and perked my ears, hoping to hear someone unfamiliar. With an impatient tap of my hind foot, I groaned due to still not finding a suitable partner for a chat. I scooted around to the edge of the clearing, a little depressed I couldn't be in the center. Oh, how great could that be? But before I could even think of transferring myself to the center, I need to at least open my mouth to talk once.
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Post by Tumblingleaf on Jun 4, 2014 19:15:32 GMT -6
Vinewhip
Tumblingleaf sighed, waiting impatiently at the edge of the clearing for the gathering to end. He was weary from training his apprentice and wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest and snooze until sunhigh. The tom yawned, disinterested in what the other clans were complaining about. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an apprentice who seemed to be scrambling around looking for someone to talk to. He snickered at the sight of the apprentice and came to his paws, padding over. "Hello there," he mewed, wanting to entertain himself.
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Post by Vinewhip on Jun 4, 2014 19:25:04 GMT -6
My large ears swiveled back as I heard a greeting. I flipped around, excitement rushing over my face like a rabbit running from a FireClanner. "Hello!" I greeted happily as I flicked my tail back and forth eagerly. "Vinepaw at your service, nice to meet you!" I said, not even trying to ask for a name. I sat down, finally let the energy swallow itself back up and hide. I cocked my head to the side curiously and took a sniff. Still too many scents and noises clogging my senses. "Hmm, what clan are you from? I can't really figure it out..." I twitched my nose frustratingly, trying to figure if I had flipped some sort of off switch on it.
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Post by Tumblingleaf on Jun 4, 2014 19:59:30 GMT -6
Tumblingleaf resisted the urge to snicker at Vinepaw's excitement. Since when have apprentices been so immature? "Nice to meet you, Vinepaw," he mewed, his voice laced with condescension. He seemed mildly surprised that Vinepaw could not discern his clan, as he could smell the scent of the mountains of Iceclan clinging to his fur. I'm from Treeclan you dunce, he thought to himself. Suppressing a sigh, he mewed, "Oh, me? I'm from Treeclan. And you would be from Iceclan, would you not?" |
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