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Post by hati on Jun 27, 2024 18:41:53 GMT
This thread is set some time in early newleaf The newleaf sun had crept high into a clouded sky, and Shoreclan’s camp lay silent and quiet below it. Much of the strange little clan had long since left the peaceful space, ‘warriors’ and ‘apprentices’ attending to their duties and leaving only the queens, kits, and elders in their place. Unusually, the youngest of the clan had collapsed into their den some time previous, sleepy paws carrying them to naps after games that had been much too vigorous. Their mothers had snatched up the unexpected break, and now they lay in sunspots in pairs and groups, mewing softly or trying not to doze amidst their chattering elders. Tiger watched from her hollow, ever distant and ever silent. A little ways off a lonely warrior watched her, pretending he wasn’t even as the she-cat pretended not to notice. Tiger ignored his flitting glances, grooming a forepaw as she turned her gaze towards the entrance. Restlessness had been crawling through her pelt for days now, niggling and nipping like an army of angry ants in protest against her inactivity; prolonged stillness. It was getting to be even more aggravating than the many unanswered questions that still pricked her—questions like why the kits were so carefree; why the queens so relaxed; why there were so many elders—and she knew she must do something to treat it; dissuade it. But what? The giant bronze tabby flipped her paw over, absently rasping her tongue across its rough pad as her eyes wandered. She wasn’t stupid. Though the clan’s Star had let her step from the camp escorted, it seemed plain enough that she was a prisoner here—or close to—until they were ready to drive her off, and so she knew her options to be limited. She didn’t understand why they let her linger, but she understood that much. Even so… Even so, her golden gaze tracked repeatedly to the entrance, betraying the longing that was growing within her. Vaguely she wondered if the sentry had noticed, and she slanted a subtle look towards him: found him distracted. And just like that, the matter was decided. Restlessness crawled like ants beneath her pelt, and Tiger slid silently upwards; dislodging them. In a trice she was the entrance and prowling through it, a striped spectre softly stepping into the world beyond it. The tabby paused for a heartbeat, breathing in the scent-laden air and amazed that it had been so easy. She lingered no longer, instead picking a direction at random and striking out towards it, an ear angled backwards to listen for anyone following. But no one did. No one did, and slowly the tension seeped from the she-cat’s body, lifting a weight from her shoulders and leaving her to pad on easily. It was good to move freely, and to feel her fresh-healed shoulder flowing smoothly, even if she wandered aimlessly. It was good to be whole again, even if her full strength was still a ways from returning. She supposed she had Shoreclan to thank for that – and the dignified Star that headed them. Tiger paused, staring ahead thoughtfully. The meandering edge of a woodland lay a rabbit-hop in front of her, its trees in bud and blossoms scattering some of its branches. The scent and sound of prey drifted quietly from within it, and, just as quietly, an idea bloomed in her head. She had Shoreclan to thank, however strange their actions or trapped she’d felt, and what better way to do that—other than lend her part-recovered strength—than to hunt for them? She thought of those queens and elders, of the kits that had tumbled and squeaked and laughed around their paws before tiredness had overcome them, and instantly her mind was made for her. Silent as a shadow, Tiger prowled into the woods; her senses alert for whatever little morsels she could bring them. It didn’t take her long to find something. The leaf-strewn undergrowth was alive with prey, and she was soon on the trail of a small squeaking something. It was the work of a moment to catch it, and the she-cat rumbled low in her throat as she gazed down upon it; pleased with her quick success. It was a vole. Her favourite. Tiger stared down at the small soft creature for a long moment before she broke beneath the temptation, biting into it and promising that she’d catch those kits something else after. Another vole, maybe. Or whatever else might cross her path. LAST EDIT: Jun 27, 2024 19:18:39 GMT by hati |
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Post by desolate on Jul 24, 2024 22:01:16 GMT
 [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] hati [attr="class","bang"]422 words [attr="class","bang"]oop [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ Like every other day since she had been granted her apprentice name and been given free reign - Luminouspaw was not about to be caught lounging around the camp doing nothing or being given idle chores. She had bigger and better things to do now that there were no longer grouchy senior warriors telling her to get back to camp, it's too dangerous out there for young kits. There were so many rules and everyone was always so serious about this and that. She couldn’t be bothered to sit down and just follow these orders blindly. After all they trusted her enough not to die when she left the camp now, so why did they still need to micromanage her? A frustrated huff came from the white and grey she-cat as she hopped down from the camp. Rock after rock. It wasn’t like she really asked for this life, not that she wasn’t grateful for the cats who supported her and seemed to genuinely care for her well being. After all, Maggotcheer had shown her such kindness and understanding. But it was still not something she enjoyed. She was a free soul and she wanted to just be able to enjoy her days without constantly worrying about another silly rule. Huffing as her paws hit the ground, she peeked around. Where did she want to go today? SHe normally took her adventures out into the ocean and along the beaches, but those Crabs had been well behaved - she supposed there wasn’t really any reason to kick them around today. However, it had been a while since she headed further into the woods. That was mostly undiscovered terrain. Suddenly her little pity party seemed to turn around as she realised the new adventures that she could have. Her tail lifted in joy as she headed out into the trees, completely unfazed at not knowing her way around or even knowing any of the potential dangers that lurk around each corner. However while she wasn’t worried about the dangers lurking, she also wasn’t expecting to turn the corner and see a kinda familiar face. She slowed a beat when she noticed this new cat eating a vole, a huff escaping her before anything else. Why was she allowed to eat her kill without taking it back to the camp for the queens and elders? Her tail dropped quickly and she flicked it at the mere thought of the times she had been scolded for doing the exact same thing. “How come you get to eat?” [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by hati on Aug 11, 2024 15:23:14 GMT
The sweet warmth of the vole flooded Tiger’s senses as she bit into her kill, and she rumbled again; savouring the taste and the richness of it. It was good to eat such fresh meat again, and to know that she had caught it, and she relished that simple, familiar experience. She was grateful to Shoreclan for sparing food for her—even if it confused her—but she had missed the warmth of fresh-caught prey, and the satisfaction of knowing that it was her own claws that had provided it.
She paused as the thought occurred to her; halfway startled by it. Tiger had hunted for herself for almost as long as she could remember, but she didn’t recall ever having gained so much pleasure from the experience. She wondered, briefly, if that was because her previous hunts had always been driven by necessity: underpinned by gnawing hunger, or shadowed by the fatigue of long patrols or bitter fights, or driven by a foolish wish to help a Claw who couldn’t leave their own rough nest. She wondered if this was a pleasure she could keep when Shoreclan finally drove her onwards, and she huffed regretfully as she saw that she could not. The life of a loner was a hard existence, and the battle for survival blotted all else.
Tiger huffed again, swiping her tongue across her bloody maw as she tried to decipher how that last bitter knowledge, that bleak looming future, made her feel.
She didn’t have long to figure it out.
She’d barely broached the topic before a soft sound scraped across her ears, and with a narrowing of eyes and tensing of muscles she turned to find the source; paw curling protectively around her half-eaten vole. An indignant comment reached her even as her golden gaze fell upon another cat, and for a tense beats of the heart she was filled with silent menace: maw held low over her kill and stare hard. Then, by degrees, she realised that the stranger was no more than a half-grown paw; that she was not overtly after her kill; that she was not quite such a stranger at all. By degrees she came aware of Shoreclan’s half familiar scent; of features half remembered from departing patrols; of a question that made little sense.
“Why wouldn’t I eat?” Tiger grumbled, raising her head even as her curled paw maintained an unconscious shield. “I caught it.” She paused – then, though it should be obvious—though her bulk declared it—added: “and I am no Fang.”
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Post by desolate on Aug 20, 2024 20:58:41 GMT
[attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] hati [attr="class","bang"]330 words [attr="class","bang"]oop [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ While most of the clan would’ve been immediately insulted and taken back by the she-cats actions - Luminouspaw was hardly phased. From her youngest moments before the clan found her she had been surrounded by cats who were every cat for themselves. Had the clan not found her, who knows what fate she might’ve ended up with. If she would even have lasted as long as she did now. Not that these thoughts often crossed the young cats mind. No the whole idea of mortality was something that never seemed to ever cross her mind. She was always too busy in her own adventures. That being said, he gave a wide eyed blink, showcasing the youthful innocence that clung to the young apprentice. She listened to her mentor and while she hardly understood half of the rules, or the purposes they held - she still knew them. And as far as she knew, this cat was breaking one of the rules. What’s more, she was almost certain this cat was one of her clanmates. Someone who was supposed to hunt and feed the clan before themselves. Granted this logic was still flawed to Liminouspaw. ”why wouldn’t I eat?”“Because it’s the rules,” the black and grey she-cat mused back without missing a beat. Plopping her bottom on the ground she continued to watch the older she-cat with curiosity. She made no move to stop the other from eating, nor did she turn and race back to report this misconduct. “If I’m no mistaken, we must hunt for the clan before we eat” The words she spoke were clearly not her own, but practiced words she had heard many times as many scoldings. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be lectured for eating her kill on early morning hunts. And her head turned as she continued to watch her clanmate, “what is a fang? Is it the warrior name you wanted?” She inquired, just as quickly latching onto the new topic. [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by hati on Aug 25, 2024 16:16:10 GMT
'Because it's the rules,' the little paw told her, the other she-cat's words chasing along on the tail of her own so swiftly that Tiger instantly knew that they had to be the truth - or at least that this cat thought they were. That fact alone had the giant of a tabby blinking slowly, bewilderment lighting her gaze as she stared back at her unexpected company. She knew of no such rule, but happily she was spared from having to ask for clarification by the paw herself, for the younger cat was quick to quote the very rule of which she spoke. Tiger blinked again at that, equally slowly and equally bewildered, and she wrinkled her nose as she tried to fit this announcement into her own knowledge of the world - and of clans.
Was this paw a Fang, drilled so well in that part of Fang law that she mistakenly thought it applied to all? But no: surely she was old enough by now to know better than that, even if she might not fully grasp the whys - and if she was a Fang then why was she even then asking what that rank was? Thoroughly bewildered now, Tiger let the silence build up around them as she fished for a suitable answer to this new crop of questions - and then finally gave up.
"Fangs're clan 'unters," the she-cat grumbled slowly, wondering even as she answered if this might in itself partly solve the new questions that had been stirred up by her 'companion'. Shoreclan didn't appear to use 'Claw' for their fighters, so far as she could tell from Minkstar, so perhaps they also used a different label for their hunters? Although why the younger she-cat had asked if she’d wanted to be called ‘Fang’ was beyond her. That question didn’t at all seem to fit into anything yet said in this unexpected encounter. Besides, she was perfectly happy with the name her own mother had given her. ‘Tiger’ was a good name for a Claw, whatever else Silver had wanted for her.
Puffing to herself, Tiger pushed that train of thought back into the shadows where it belonged, and focused her full attention back on the cat that was now sat in front of her. “Are you a…‘unter, paw?” she asked her, knowing that this question would bug her until she had an answer, and hoping that the response would be a resounding ‘yes’; putting to rest the rule that had so unexpectedly been sprung upon her.
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Post by desolate on Oct 27, 2024 5:01:37 GMT
[attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] hati [attr="class","bang"]354 words [attr="class","bang"]oop [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ Luminouspaw was by no means graceful or put together like the rest of her clanmates were. Even after all of these moons she was still just as carefree and aloof as the day she was first found and brought back to the camp. As many cats scolded her for breaking the rules and beating to the sound of her own drum - she had learned to conceal it a little bit. It was better to play pretend and go along with their games so she could go off and do her own thing later. Her eyes were wide and observant as she studied the 'warrior' in front of her. Was this cat a warrior? She had seen the older she-cat around the camp before, but she never seemed to be in on the discussions on patrols, or hunting for the clan. She wasn't sure what her deal was in the clan, but it really wasn't something she worried herself with. After all the clans safety was up to Minkstar and Heronfrost - so if they hadn't run her out, clearly she was cool. "Hunters" she mirrored tilting her head and blinked a few times, replaying the many boring lectors her mentor had prattled on about clan this and that. She learned more on her daily walks with Maggotcheer. "Oh, you mean Warriors?" she said at last, her ears lifting at the realization. "I am Luminouspaw. They say I am an apprentice, training to be a warrior." she continued, completely forgetting about the whole fang name thing. She was not worried about all of that, she just felt pleased that the endless words spoken to her finally came up in something! At least this information wasn't completely useless to her. With her tail in the dirt behind her, she looked down at the small lifeless body of a bird - more so what remained of one. "You know, I find breaking open crabs a rather fun experience." she started to speak aloud, not really following her train of thought, "if you break them open there is actually a lot of tasty meat inside them too!" [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by hati on Oct 27, 2024 18:23:56 GMT
‘Hunters,’ the little cat said back to her, all musing and inquisitive; clearly not quite catching her meaning. Tiger blinked slowly back at her at that one-word answer, her own bewilderment deepening at the fact that this, too, should need any questioning. She wasn’t sure how she would explain Fangs if ‘hunters’, too, needed explaining…
Or perhaps they did not.
The tabby puffed a small subtle breath as her counterpart set suddenly on ‘warriors’ instead, apparently making her own connection. Tiger supposed that was good, since it saved her from having to simplify something she didn’t think she could make simpler, but it also had her nose wrinkling as her confusion sank its claws further. ‘Warrior’ was a word that Shoreclan’s cats threw about frequently, she knew, but she had come to think of it as their approximation of Claw—even if they seemed poor shadows of those very figures—and that most certainly was not what they were discussing. Unless…perhaps…a ‘warrior’ was both of them.
Tiger blinked again, body stilling in revelation.
That would fit with her observations, answering some of the puzzles that had been frustrating her. Tiger had watched many times, over the past moons, as cat after cat had brought prey into the camp, always giving it up for others, and rarely keeping it for themselves. She had heard cats sent patrolling one day and seen them bring fresh kill the next, and they’d never seemed to care who laid claim to the spoils; shared their catches so widely that it could not be explained away by kinships or other such bonds. That blurring had frustrated her attempts to pick out the Fangs from the Claws – but it had not occurred to her, until now, that the division might not exist at all. A strange thought – but then Shoreclan was strange…
As if to prove it, the cat before her—Luminouspaw, she told herself—abruptly veered away from the topic at hand, blurting something about crabs and fun and meat. Tiger stared blankly back at her for a few slow heartbeats before she called the creatures in question to mind, recalling the scuttling little oddities that she had been shown on the beach. She had seen Shoreclanners bring them into camp, too, and watched them leaving them amongst the rest of the clan’s kills, but she couldn’t see how they could be good to eat.
She couldn’t see how the paw had got to them, either.
And yet…well…she was young, wasn’t she? And Tiger had seen for herself that the paws of this clan were as innocent as kittens; that they were left to be naive and airheaded and curious, and it wasn’t so hard, really, to see how a paw like that could bounce about in a conversation. New paws back home were like that, too, before they’d been…taught. Better.
Tiger wasn’t sure which approach to that was more appropriate: The Clan’s, or Shoreclan’s.
She decided to reserve judgement; to be…indulgent.
“…I ‘ave not tried that,” Tiger admitted slowly, paw uncurling from the vole she had been guarding. It was not the done thing for a Claw to admit ignorance to a paw, but…where was the harm, really? She had already let slip that her knowledge had ‘holes’, and this wasn’t her clan, and it wasn’t like she was staying. Probably.
“Maybe…ya could show me.”
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Post by desolate on Nov 7, 2024 3:13:02 GMT
[attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] hati [attr="class","bang"]352 words [attr="class","bang"]oop [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ To just about any other sane cat of Shoreclan - they might notice the oddities in the way that Tiger spoke, or even the terminology that she used. However, to this young apprentice - none of that mattered. In fact she hardly noticed it. Maybe it was her own bizarre way of looking at the world and taking things in. Perhaps it was the over exposure to the questionably Maggotcheer, a cat that served as the Medicine Cat, and yet held so much suspicion in the clan. Not that anyone could prove anything. Luminouspaw’s strange way of handling life and going about, was something that could possibly remain a mystery for her whole life. It mattered not to her anyways. As she sat and observed the cat at paw she watched as the gears seemed to turn in the she-cat’s mind at her odd suggestion. To be fair, she had noticed many of her clanmates liked to avoid crabs. They were a little on the mean side with those large snappers on the ends of their paws, but they were so much fun to track and corner! Not to mention delicious! Once she learned how to hunt them she was unstoppable! “Maybe…ya could show me.”The others confirmation caused the little grey and white she-cat’s eyes to light up, her ears standing tall with excitement. Jumping to her paws in excitement she shuffled and then turned in the direction that would lead them towards the shore, “It’s so much fun!” she doubledowned. Would the other she-cat really find this fun? That was a mystery, but if she wasn’t going to try and convert another cat to her Crab-antics! The random little vendetta Luminouspaw had for crabs was something no one had dared to explore yet, and she was more than happy in her own little crab-fighting world. She had hardly waited for the other to get up and moving before she started on the worn path, glancing over her shoulder only when she realized she had not heard the she-cats name just yet. “What is your name?” she inquired bluntly. [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/da/8f/46da8f0e90bb4898e9b9a917f428a5ec.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by hati on Nov 18, 2024 10:41:07 GMT
Tiger wasn't sure what to expect from her admission, nor the indulging request she'd offered after. Back home, she would have known broadly what to anticipate, but she'd learnt enough of Shoreclan now to see that they tended not to respond the way she had grown accustomed to, and it was plain enough from this short conversation that Luminouspaw leaned towards...different. Even by the standards she was now learning. Tiger wasn't much sure what to make of that, either, but she suspected the younger cat was harmless, and she wasn't too concerned by the response she might give back to her.
Her lack of real worry was quickly vindicated. Luminouspaw bounced to her paws in sheer kittish excitement, oh so eager to show her, and despite herself Tiger rumbled a short rasping purr of amusement; a fragment of her ever-present tension leaving her. She hadn't thought that something as simple as asking a young cat to teach her something could lead to such happy enthusiasm, and to her surprise she found a flicker of unfamiliar warmth seeping through her as she watched the paw bound away from her. It was...nice, to see a young cat so vibrant and lively: to not see wariness tucked into a paw's eyes when they looked at her.
Perhaps Shoreclan was right, with this.
Perhaps she could try being indulgent with their youngest more often...
It was something to think more on later, but for now Tiger swallowed down the last bites of her vole and then lifted smoothly to her paws; belatedly following the trail her counterpart was cutting. Luminouspaw's eagerness was such that the younger cat hadn't even bothered waiting, but the tabby found herself as amused by this as she had been by that first over-bright answer. It was refreshing, if odd to her, and she found it easy to pad along after her, rumbling back an even "Tiger," as the little cat looked back to her.
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