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Post by ash on Nov 6, 2016 4:32:39 GMT
a simple verse  276 words ♚ The steady chirping of the crickets, nestled in the heather lulled Cloverheart into a sense of security. While the she-cat never got used to being absolutely alone, the chorus surrounding her made her feel absolutely whole. They sounded like old friends, and brought forth a feeling of ease and comfort that she had only ever felt around a select few. It was as though their beautiful yet simple verse was being sung just for her, and she relished in the moment, knowing that soon she would return to the camp, and be faced with a lost lover, a queen with beautiful kits, and a life that she could never achieve with the tom that she thought would have been there forever.
She laid comfortably across outlook rock, her eyes fixed on the horizon. As the sun sank below, beautiful hues of gold turned into pinks and purples, before dipping into blues and blacks behind her as the sky turned into night. The moon hung low on the other side of her, waiting for its turn to sit above it all, and look upon the clans go about their business, or settle down for a long slumber. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down with the rise of the moon. She had always felt more connected to StarClan at night, when she could see the beautiful stars that proved her ancestors were watching over her, and that at some point she would realize her true dreams. "Though, perhaps after a long wait." her voice was soft, but somehow confident. It was as though the night brought out a different Cloverheart.
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Post by Akameda on Nov 6, 2016 15:42:15 GMT
| Bluebells tickled at Sparrowpool's flanks as he slipped through the heavy grass. Oh how he adored this time of the day. Night was only just beginning to bleed into the steady, warm colors of dusk, creating a vivid amalgam of cools and hots, deep violets and violent reds. It made it hard not to stop and sit and watch as the sky changed, but it wasn't as though the medicine cat was avoiding the show. No, really, he was just looking for a better seat. From camp, to the open, expansive hillsides he had gone in the pursuit of a new herb, a new flower. But his paws had wound up empty, and despite the uninvited end to his search, he didn't mind so much. Failure was as necessary as success. He would try again tomorrow. He knew he had scented it, that odd, sweet smell unlike the other flowers he gathered. It was only a matter of time before he located the source.
Rocks moved and shifted under his paws when soft grass gave way to packed dirt and rough stone. Pebbles scattered, trickling down the steep boulderside, and Sparrowpool eyed them for only a few heartbeats before a certain pale pelt lodged in the corner of his vision. A Clanmate- Cloverheart, was it?
Rather than allow a few possibilities to cloud his judgment, Sparrowpool leapt up from one rock to the other, until he landed softly where she resided. "Having council with StarClan without me?" The small tom teased, plopping down on his belly, and allowing both back legs to stretch out. "They do become rather chatty after dusk. I'd imagine nighttime is more like their daytime." Uninvited perhaps, but she looked to be thinking exceptionally hard about something. And he was terribly curious about what it was.
When a great majority of your time was spent tending to cats on one of the worst days of their life, it went without saying that finding the right time to relax was key to maintaining one's sanity. The pensive silence of the evening inspired memories of such advice from Grayfur that brought a small smile to Sparrowpool's face. She had stressed it more than once, to the point in which he had wondered if it came from a place of experience- her own mentor, perhaps. He had asked, but never received any sort of a positive response. Then again, he hadn't received much of an affirmatively negative response either.
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Post by ash on Nov 6, 2016 20:31:55 GMT
a simple verse 276 words ♚ Her pale blue eyes snapped to the form approaching her, but her body stayed relaxed. She realized immediately that it was another WindClan cat by the smell, and as the other cat joined her on outlook rock, her eyes softened with recognition. "Sparrowpool. It's good to see you." she said. Her voice was soft, but a purr started in her chest to show that she was pleased to see him. It was difficult not to know a medicine cat well, although they might not personally know each and every cat; it was almost their duty to care about each of them and it made Cloverheart feel connected in some way to Sparrowpool. Her connection to StarClan had always been strong for a warrior, though different than a medicine cat.
"It would make sense that they awoke when the stars did. After all, they hunt among them." she said, her pale gaze locked on to the stars above, sitting atop a blanket of beautiful navy. She welcomed the company, glad to share the night with a clanmate who would understand her relationship with their ancestors, if not just a little more than she herself did. Besides, a quiet night deserved some amount of conversation. It felt wrong to leave the night's activities to crickets.
"Were you in search of something? Or just a stroll at dusk?" she questioned, her eyes never moving from the skies. She was still battling a broken heart, but the company of others helped her in this. She was glad that Sparrowpool had stumbled upon her, despite having initially come away from camp for peace and quiet. She couldn't have asked for a better companion for the night.
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Post by Akameda on Nov 6, 2016 21:13:47 GMT
| "And you as well, Cloverheart." Sparrowpool returned her greeting evenly. Behind him his tail flicked down against the stone, but the medicine cat was quick to reign it in by coiling it at his side. The distance in Cloverheart's expression was only rivaled by her compassion for the stars, and as he eyes roved towards them, Sparrowpool's did the same.
His own small smile grew just a tad. There were so so many of them up there. Painted in hues of red, and blue, and white and gold- Vaguely he wondered what it was that made them different shades. Was it their Clan? Their heart? Perhaps it was as random as the genetic roll of dice one threw at birth for size or shape, or fur length.
What would his color be?
Letting loose a hum of thought, the pale-furred tom steadily withdrew his focus from the sky overhead, and shifted it back to Cloverheart nearby. "A little of both, actually." He answered truthfully. "There's been this rotting scent that's escaped my tracking the last few days. Ah-" Sparrowpool released a laugh. "It's not really rotting." The whiskers on either side of his face quivered with mirth. "It smells more like... a mixture of wisteria and mint. Quite tantalizing. I'd love to see what it looks like." And what it could do. There were so many questions.
"What of you?" Pointed ears tilted towards Cloverheart with interest. "I believe supper's being had back at camp, if you're hungry." From the last of the dusk patrols, that is. Where cats camp in and shared supper together, socializing and telling stories. That too, was among his favorite experiences, but there was nothing wrong with a little variety now and again.
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Post by ash on Nov 6, 2016 21:36:09 GMT
a simple verse 276 words ♚ Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, proving that she was listening to every word despite where her gaze remained. However, at mention of a flower, her gaze snapped back to him. "A flower? I could assist in your search, if you wanted." she said, her pale eyes flashing with wonder. She was never interested in herbs and things like medicine cats were, but she was very much appreciative of flowers and their natural beauty. They did not wither forever, but rose again come newleaf, like an everlasting star on a field of green.
She looked down at her paws, at Sparrowpool's question. What of her? She heaved a sigh, deciding that to delve deep into her past and emotions was a bit unbecoming, and met Sparrowpool's gaze once again. "Isn't the night a perfect time for reflection? Each warrior must prepare themselves for another day of hunting, striving, and thriving." she said. It was clear by her words that she was not hungry in the slightest. She wished to take a step away from the clan for a moment. Her loyalty would always lie with them, but if she were to continue despite her heartache, she would need an occasional night to take a moment to think about how she got here.
She stood briefly just to take a new position on the stone, falling into a dip in the stone. Many cats had settled in this position before, and it felt comfortable and she suddenly felt close again to the clan she had grown up in, and had fought and hunted for. It was the clan she trained an apprentice in, and lost another not too long after. Every day was a struggle yet if the cats could not find a way to relax and reflect on their past then perhaps they would just run in circles until the act itself drove them all to a frenzy that they could not escape. She took a deep breath. They would always have the stars in the night sky and the friendships gained in the clan itself.
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Post by Akameda on Nov 7, 2016 0:32:49 GMT
| Help him?
The suggestion took Sparrowpool by surprise, and enough so to prompt a gentle laugh from his throat. "That's awfully sweet, but don't you have something better to do than to help me run down a flower? It's not exactly hunting, you know." Many cats that had tried to aid him before had often commented about how boring it was to collect them, or find them- or stars forbid, talk about them. Cloverheart appeared more interested than most, though, and for a moment the medicine cat queried inwardly if it might actually be different to take her up on the offer.
"Oh what the hell?" He purred hopefully before she had much of a chance to reply. "I'd be grateful for the company, at least. Even if it's not really your piece of prey at the end of the day."
Suffice to say these days, his gathering duties were a bit... lonely. Droll, and without conversation. Even as an elder Grayfur had committed herself to walks on the territory every other afternoon, which had only slightly coincided with Sparrowpool's trips out to find fresh herbs. It had been funny, how even after all those moons of training together- nearly four seasons' worth- they still had so much to speak about, from common, even petty, gossip, to the drying properties of different tree barks. It went beyond what he could have ever had with family, though he was getting better about spending more time with them as well these days. Their pride for his position had dwindled to naught but something they could bring up among their social groups for bragging rights.
And Sparrowpool detested himself each time he inwardly preened over it, however shallow their words really were.
It was Cloverheart's soft voice that roused him again from his thoughts, and the pensive expression that had briefly overtaken his face slipped back to genuine, comfortable, contentment. "It's about the only time fit for it, don't you think?" There came another short laugh, and Sparrowpool splayed out on his right side. One forepaw stretched towards another little dip in the stone, where water often collected during a rain.
"Camp is always so busy during the day, it's hard to hear yourself think." Humming in agreement with her words and his own, the medicine cat drew his eyes out across the star-kissed landscape below. Navy and violet was truly such a lovely color scheme, but no more lovely than when there was the accompaniment of evening cicadasong and crickets. "Out here, under the stars, it's like you're one with StarClan, but not... in the whole... dead and gone, and immortalized only in vague statements kind of way." Amusement colored the emphatic gesture his forepaw made to go along with the explanation.
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