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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 8, 2017 22:22:38 GMT -6
Swanfrost had been avoiding... well, everyone. After her only 'friends' Brightwing and Willowspirit dropped off the face of the earth without an explanation(well, all but Brightwing, who was rumoured to be dead), Swanfrost had fell into a dark, dark hole. Not to say she wasn't out of said hole.
The cool breeze that evening brought swept through her nearly nonexistant fur, and she found herself nearly shivering. Leaf-fall was certainly on its way,much to Swanfrosts distaste. Her fur was much too short to enjoy the cold weather, so she tried to enjoy being outside without freezing to death. It was strange, lounging on the edges of camp again. For so long she had been tucked away in the warriors den, avoiding her duties, and her clanmates.
Her delicate ears perked at the sound of approaching pawsteps, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Perhaps if she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her. Then again, she supposed she needed to do the one thing she hadn't done in weeks; Socialize. So, with a painful amount of effort, she squinted open her bright blue eyes, and waited for the inevitable. A conversation.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 10, 2017 18:05:22 GMT -6
It was cooler today, that was a shock; but great for Fadingnight, having been used to there always being some sort of shade from trees back in her former clan. At the moment she was just entering the camp from the territory, training of her apprentices for the day had rounded out to an early close; which was quite nice because she had two of them. A former Treeclan cat training Fireclan apprentices, was an interesting task since she herself had just gotten used to the lay of the land.
Shaking the excess dirt and grasses from her long tabby fur she shot straight for the fresh-kill pile, picking out a vole before she lifted her mussel and looked for a place to curl up chow down. Immediately her amber gaze fell upon a feline she had never spoke a word to before, which probably meant this cat wasn't much for talking. Shrugging she began trotting over, if this cat wasn't much for conversation then Fadingnight could definitely get along with them.
"Hey there." She mewed, laying down about a rabbit length away from the other warrior. "Name's Fadingnight," the silver tabby paused for a quick minute, stealing a bite of the vole then continuing, "and you?" |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 10, 2017 19:59:13 GMT -6
Swanfrost visibly stiffened as the female warrior lay down so close to her. She looked her over once, taking on the name. It was funny, how a clan was supposed to be like a family, yet she hadn't even heard of Fadingnight.
"Swanfrost." She muttered, tucking her paws softly underneath her chest. It was sad, that all she could come up with was her name. She really had lost any means of communication with... well, everyone, and talking to someone again made her mouth dry.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 10, 2017 20:14:20 GMT -6
Swanfrost was her name, but that's all she mentioned. Maybe she was even less of a conversationalist than Fadingnight had originally thought, which still wasn't at all a bad thing. Shrugging, Fadingnight took another bite of the vole before passing it in the direction of this now semi familiar warrior, making slight eye contact and adding a tiny flick of her ear as an offering to share.
Wow, Fadingnight was actually being generally friendly and sharing. Again, what a feat. |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 10, 2017 20:19:21 GMT -6
Swanfrost was rather thankful that Fadingnight wasn't trying to force a conversation; it made things awkward.
She was mildly surprised when the warrior very clearly, yet silently, offered her some of her prey. Swanfrost hesitated. Her first response would have been no, but she reminded herself that she literally had nobody. No friends, no family. Zero. Perhaps this was her chance to at the very least gain a posive encounter. "Thanks..." She forced a smile, and she was sure it wasn't hard to tell that she wasn't even close to being at ease. She pulled the prey a little closer to herself, taking a few generous bites. With that she pushed it back.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 10, 2017 20:33:02 GMT -6
The silver tabby could almost taste the anxiousness coming off the light pelted warrior, a feeling that Fadingnight didn't get much herself. She really didn't find too many situations awkward, that was unless it involved her and her own feelings and emotions. Then she would often times get very scatterbrained and anxious very quickly.
But Fadingnight was relieved when Swanfrost decided to take part in her sharing gesture, and as soon as she got the prey back she took another mouthful and swallowed before mewing, "Ya know, you really don't have anything to be nervous about around me." The tabby then drew her gaze from the camp and made eye contact again, "I don't bite, well, not most of the time." |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 10, 2017 21:14:39 GMT -6
Swanfrost nearly hissed as the warrior spoke, shooting her a glare. "I'm not nervous." She seethed, the thin hair on her shoulders rising. She took in a deep breath, forcing the flue to lie flat just as quickly as it had spiked up. "I just...Don't socialize much..." She cleared her throat uncomfortably.
(Sorry, short)
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 11, 2017 20:55:49 GMT -6
Fadingnight let out a tiny laugh-purr as she chewed the vole, taking another bite as the warrior continued. She seemed to offended, but if this she-cat hadn't had a conversation in awhile it was only reasonable that certain things would shoot her emotions from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds.
"Relax." She breathed, swallowing the vole she had been chewing. "If you need more practice socializing, why don't you tell me about... I don't know you're apprentices or something while I chow down." |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 11, 2017 22:20:36 GMT -6
Swanfrost took the warriors advice, closing her eyes for a moment and forcing herself to calm down.
Breathe in, breathe out.
"My first two apprentices fell off the face of the earth pretty quickly, so that was fun." Her voice was full of bitterness. Clearing her throat, Swanfrost continued. "I got a new one recently, Kitepaw. He's quieter I guess. Not much to him."
Turning, Swanfrost cast her a judgy glance. She had never seen someone inhale their food. "You?"
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 13, 2017 20:29:24 GMT -6
Yeah, that seemed to happen a lot; Fading thought to herself. Apprentices these days seemed to come and go as they pleased, they were there one minute and gone the next. It didn't bother Fadingnight too much though, just meant less work for her.
Swanfrost then seemed a tad bit disgusted by Fadingnight's eating habits, so she decided it would be best if she really exaggerated her meal by answering the other warrior with a mouthful of food. So with that she made sure to take a bigger bite of the vole finishing the rodent off, and began chewing, then responded, "Oh ya, his name's Lionpaw. Great kid." Before she swallowed the entire mouthful whole and wiped her jaw with a free paw. "My first Fireclan apprentice." |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 16, 2017 15:12:00 GMT -6
Swanfrost scowled in disgust as she was answered with a full mouth, nearly gagging. "Must you eat like that?" She snapped, insults flying around in her head. She didn't let herself say any of them, knowing it would probably peeve the warrior and send her off.
"You lived in another clan, then?" Swanfrost held no judgement in her tone. She was not born into Fursclan, and she knew that loyalties were made, you didn't have to be born in a clan to protect it. Then again, Swanfrost genuinely could care less if Fireclan burned to the ground.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 17, 2017 11:51:05 GMT -6
Fadingnight was quite entertained, this warrior seemed like quite the stick in the mud. Although, Swanfrost had probably never been anywhere near mud, too dirty. Getting to her paws she disposed of what was left of the vole and then returned to her spot, laying down again only this time she was on her back so that she was gazing up at the sky.
"Yeah, I was born in Treeclan." She mewed, although she wasn't sure if she would continue the conversation as to why she had moved. The silver tabby wasn't so sure Stormfrost wanted his clan-mates knowing he had a half-clan daughter. |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 17, 2017 16:53:47 GMT -6
Swanfrost watched as the warrior rolled onto her back after disposing of the eaten prey. She knew what the feline was thinking-snobby. Feeling she had something to prove-and also wanting to see the sky-Swanfrost joined her on her back.
"Treeclan. Nice. Why'd you leave?" It was a rather casual question, but she knew it might be too personal. Not every cat wanted to share their past with a stranger. Swanfrost knew the feeling.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 17, 2017 17:57:10 GMT -6
Well, she asked the question either way; so Fadingnight continued. Keeping as vague as possible.
"Well, I always loved the trees in Treeclan, so obviously it wasn't the terrain." She started, keeping up a sort of storyline so she didn't have to fill in all the blanks. "But I just had some bad ties there with some of my clan-mates, and since my birth-father was from Fireclan I figured I could get along fine out here."
And so far she had been getting along fine, making some friends, meeting her half-sister even if the white warrior wasn't too fond of her. |
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Post by Swanfrost on Aug 18, 2017 14:34:33 GMT -6
Swanfrost quickly felt her curiousity take over her, and she flashed Fadingnight a sideways glance. "Who's your father?" She questioned bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. If the warrior didn't tell her, so be it, but Swanfrost wasn't one to avoid things to spare others feelings, especially not with someone she hardly knew of anyways.
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