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Post by xvinn on Apr 23, 2024 2:18:22 GMT
beefur (he/him) | shoreclan The sound of the she-cat's giggle was the greatest sound that Beefur had ever heard, as far as he was concerned. And to think that he helped produce it? It made his heart flutter at the same pace as her laugh.
"Don't apologize," he said rather quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about it. But the more he did think about it, the more he felt strongly about it. The more he thought about the times that he apologized for making too much noise, for taking up too much space, for being embarrassing to those around him. He didn't want this she-cat to apologize for making a noise that filled him with such joy, for being herself. He wanted her to be unapologetically herself entirely.
For a singular moment, Beefur finally found himself lost for words when he listened to the she-cat giggle. A cat who was usually so full of things to say, a cat who was told to be quiet, and suddenly it seemed like his mind was empty because he just wanted to fill it with the sound of her giggle.
He started to think about all the stories he could tell her, and all the things that might make her laugh, but none of them could come out. His brain was beginning to buzz, but his stomach suddenly began to sink when he thought about what was going on. Beefur hated to admit to himself that this was a GaleClan cat, a cat who he probably shouldn't be sharing these things with. Her laugh was one that had crossed boundaries, joy was something that was supposed to exist in every single Clan. The feeling of friendship was something that shouldn't have been stopped by arbitrarily made borders, and he hated realizing when he looked up at the sky that the sun was beginning to dip, and their respective Clanmates would wonder where they were. Did anyone worry when Beefur didn't make it back before sundown? He figured the she-cat in front of him probably had tons of loved ones who would question why she smelled of fish, and he knew that if she ran into Wapatofur, he would certainly recognize the smell of ShoreClan. He wondered if Wapatofur would even recognize the smell of his own cousin.
He didn't want this moment to end. He wanted the sun to stay in the sky and for a moment, he almost wanted to curse StarClan for the fact that they were beginning to emerge and look down on them. He wondered what they thought about what was going on.
"I should, um, walk you back to the border," Beefur said, trying to sound brave about what he was doing, but it was probably quite clear that his voice was dripping in sadness. What they were doing was wrong by the word of the warrior code, wasn't it? Though it did say that you could have friendships so long as you wouldn't let it get in the way, but Beefur already found himself terrified that if he saw this she-cat in front of him in battle, he wouldn't be able to lay a single paw on her. If anything, he would almost want to protect her from his own Clanmates. desolate ● oop sad boi hours ● 560 words | tracker | adopts | plotter |
ORCHIDCLAN // fawnflower, sorrelwhisker, dipperpaw
SHORECLAN // bluestorm, kestrelpaw
GALECLAN // aesop, sparrowclaw, beefur
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Post by desolate on May 19, 2024 1:32:43 GMT
 Of the bluebird as she sings [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]379 words [attr="class","bang"]♥ [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ "I should, um, walk you back to the border,"Never had so few words managed to shatter her heart so fast. For once in her life she felt at ease, she felt understood and unjudged. Face to face with someone who would rather live in the moment and enjoy the little things in life instead of constantly slaving away at the mundane tasks such as cleaning and hunting and patrolling. In mere moments the two of them seemed to form some kind of understanding, something he had yet to form with anyone in her own clan dispute having known them for her whole life. The way the joy seemed to drain from her body in mere heartbeats at his words she felt a bit defeated and knew that with his own hesitance, he clearly wasn’t taking any kind of joy from having said that. So there was some comfort in knowing it was a mutual disappointment. However she couldn’t help but wonder to herself if her clanmates had even noticed she had been missing. Would they have assumed the worst, she had fallen into a fox den? Would they have checked? Was anyone there missing her, even thinking of her? It pained her to think of going back to the camp alone. Sure she cared for them and they cared for her in a sense. But nothing like this. Somewhere deep in her heart she had a feeling this mystery Shoreclan tom would look for her in a crowd, maybe even wonder how her day was when they were apart. Maybe this was just wishful thinking even. “Umm,” she started, clearly not wanting to press forward in this direction. After they had so much fun, she couldn’t even phantom the thought of having to return to reality. “Yeah, I should probably get back and catch something so no one thinks I’m a slacker” she laughed, the sound coming out forced. She wasn’t ready, but then again none of this should have happened to begin with. So was it really a bad thing it came to an end? They should have run each other off and gone about their days. And now they stood here, both sad, unwilling to walk away from the other. Starclan, what is this? [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/ef/33/00/ef33002c45b7a7eedd71cd07734ec241.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/ef/33/00/ef33002c45b7a7eedd71cd07734ec241.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 xvinn on May 29, 2024 20:02:58 GMT
beefur (he/him) | shoreclan Beefur tried to laugh at the she-cat's joke, but his laughter was clearly quite empty as he tried to simply make himself feel better. At least he could take solace in seeing the upset in the way she spoke and walked, too. At least he could know that she found just as much joy and happiness in their little playdate that he had. He wished this could go on forever, he wished that they could return to the same camp side by side, and continue their conversation well into the night until StarClan twinkled in their own laughter. He wished he could go "Haha! That was just a joke! Let's keep playing!" but he knew that Heronfrost would eventually start looking for the tom if he was gone for too long. Gullwind would note that while it wasn't unlike Beefur to disappear and run across the territory to get out some loose energy, it would be strange for him to be gone for too long. He was usually back before the sun was down, and it was starting to dawn on him that dusk soon approached.
The warrior didn't have anything to say as he walked towards the GaleClan border. Instead, he tried to keep himself busy by looking further into ShoreClan territory to keep an eye out, making sure that no one was on their way, that there was no dusk patrol making their rounds who might catch them. Beefur tried to make things feel okay by saying he was simply looking out for the she-cat, in case he heard or saw something and could give her ample time to make a run for it. But no one was in the distance, no one threatening to chase her off or capture her and bring her back as prisoner.
There was a dark moment of wondering if that would be so bad, but Beefur quickly chased the thought off. As much as he wanted to see her in camp and spend the night by her side, laughing well into the night, he couldn't do that to her. She must have a family and friends who were waiting for her, cats who cared about her and wanted to make sure she was safe and sound.
His heart broke further the stronger the smell of GaleClan came in. He knew that their time together was coming to an end. Stars above, why did it have to end? Why did it feel like the warriors in the skies above were staring him down and asking what he was doing? He was doing the right thing by bringing her home, wasn't he? Why did they have to be so judgemental...
"Maybe..." Beefur started to speak as he sat on the ground near the border. "Maybe we'll see each other again?" he asked, his voice full of some sort of broken hope. He wanted it to be true more than anything - there were only so many cats around, right? Who knows, maybe they'd cross paths at a Gathering, or maybe while Beefur was on another run? He shouldn't be totally hopeless that he'd never see her again, right? | tracker | adopts | plotter |
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Post by desolate on Jun 9, 2024 3:10:40 GMT
Of the bluebird as she sings [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]468 words [attr="class","bang"]♥ [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ The silence that hung in the air between the pair of them as they made their way back towards the border that separated their two homes. Something that felt like it not only put distance between the two clans, but also the two of them. The closer they got to the invisible border, the deeper her heart began to sank in her chest. The amount of cats that could understand her mind were so far and few between. This afternoon had been something she never thought she would be able to experience, and never once did it cross her mind that it would eventually have to come to an end. Now that it was creeping to a close, she felt a sadness she had never felt before. Something she didn’t know how to describe.
The thoughts were racing in her mind. Would they ever see each other again? Would this be the end of their friendship? Maybe he would realize that what they had done today was technically forbidden to any degree. Sure you could have friendships that spanned across the clans’s borders - but you couldn’t just walk into another clans territory and play around. But they had done just that and honestly? She would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Sometimes the Warrior Code could be such a burden, and it wasn’t fair. As the moors came back into sight she couldn’t stop her tail from drooping to drag against the ground. It was as if all of the energy that had just filled her chest was drained with each step. She would have to cross back over and walk into uncertainty.
As they reached their destination the tom finally broke the silence as he sat down to see her off. Turning to face him she watched him carefully as he spoke. A small sense of relief came over her as she could see the same sadness on his maw. The broken hope that seemed to bring a small gleam back to his eyes caused her heart to race again. Words would fail her if she wanted to describe to him just over overjoyed that question made her. The fluttering in her chest returned for a moment as she offered a small smile to him, “I would like that more then anything.” she said softly.
Taking a deep breath her smile was sad as she stepped forward and pressed her nose to his cheek. He smelled of fish and wet cat - while it was an odd combination, something about it felt calming and reassuring. Without another word, scared her heart would shatter right there she turned and made her way back over the border heading deeper back into her home. Stopping only for a moment to look back over her shoulder at him before vanishing.
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