hiding in plain sight -- storm / spectre

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Stormtrick -

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Your subtleties
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The dusk colored tom sat in the tall grasses, which waved with the breeze when there was any about. From here he could see the glacier, across the lakeshore field. He was far from the camp, after having traveled out in search of prey. It seemed as though there was little, lately, or at least a decrease; but he couldn't figure why. It was growing warmer, as they slowly but surely came out of Leafbare and into a new season. The air still pressed against his thin black/gray fur, it's wintery breath whispering up the skin along his neck as it brushed away the hairs there. But the sun was coming back, as though from hibernation, and so he couldn't understand why he had only been able to find a thin mouse, which lay at his paws now.

He had been daydreaming, brilliant blue lights cast to the azure sky, which stretched endless overhead. Stormtrick pressed away the shiver at his neck, fluffing his fur up for protection as he realized that he had been settled in silence for some time. His skin burned with the cold, as the wind had just picked up and cut through his fur. He was not generally one to sit for so long, quiet and thoughtful, but something was on the dark tabby's mind today; it was like he had missed something important, but he couldn't catch at what. The rippling in the shadows that night, as he took up the rear of the gathering patrol? Slatestar's icy blue lights trailing to the side, seeming to note something? He shook at his thoughts as he had his fur, a frown crossing his maw.

The deputy of Zephyrclan, Featherbone, had mentioned that they ought to go out and hunt farther in the territory, and so he had. But despite his musings, which he was now shaken from, something seemed off now that he was again with himself. Gazing across the dancing grasses, his gaze troubled, he felt more alone than ever. Still, at least a few other warriors had to have gone out this far, and were nearby; sated with that thought, he began to turn and pad away. But, he remembered the small mouse, and though he felt no pride in carrying such a small kill, he turned back and grabbed it in his jaws with a quick duck of his head. Any prey, Stormtrick reminded himself, was good for the clan, and this would make a meal for a smaller cat; perhaps the only apprentice at the time, Dunepaw.
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[MiNTY♥]

Glancing over her shoulder she was surrounded by Zephyrclan territory, rolling hills with the odd tree placed here and there. In the other direction she could see the Zephyrclan border and the expanse of no-man's land that lay beyond it. It was the impractical direction of travel for where she wanted to go. She knew it would take her far too long to skirt around the lake and the Tempestclan border, it would weaken her and she would most likely be gone far too long meaning her clan would become suspicious of her absence. Even though most of them has forgotten about the she-cat's heritage since the battle was several moons ago she still felt as though she had to watch where she put her paws. At time it was almost as if someone was watching her as she crossed the large, stretching fields of Zephyrclan. Spectrelight had no intention of betraying her clan in any way but she was curious. She longed to find out what was going on in Delirium, if Shard was still alive, how her siblings were and how her mother and father were doing, even if she was dead to them. A cat had a right to wonder about where she came from every now and then. After all, it wasn't as though she had an intention of going back to them, not that they would accept her back. She just wanted a quick look from a distance and then to come back again, but staring out across the unclaimed land she knew she would be better at the other side of the territory, crossing the glacier and following the narrow border between Tempestclan and Celestialclan.

Then again, maybe she should just stay here. It was safer after all and it was her home, it was where she belonged now and the place she had committed herself to. Although, the cat she had promised her loyalty too was now gone and there was a bit of an empty space left within her from where Larkstar had been. The she-cat had acted like a mother figure to her and deep down she knew it was wrong to turn her back on Larkstar, for all she knew the former leader could be watching her every move right now. These thoughts sent a guilty shiver running down her spine and she turned her back on the unclaimed territory to face what was her home. Scenting the air she could pick up the fresh scent of Stormtrick not far away. Taking one last glance over her shoulder she padded after the tom cat's scent trail. "Stormtrick?" She called gently as the tom came into sight.

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orioleflash**

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She had left camp fairly early in the day, trekking about the territory mindlessly. Thankfully, she'd left camp without being given any orders or commands, and let herself enjoy a bit of alone time. In short time, the she-cat had peered at the fresh new flowers beginning to bloom about the moors, and lapped at the prettiest of ZephyrClan's streams. At one point in the morning, she'd found herself stepping on a thorn. "Fox-dung!" She had hissed, with tears wetting her eyes, before removing the attrocity. After that incident, she'd been in a bad mood for quite awhile, swearing and spitting in every direction the prey had went, fur bristling wildly. Then she found another peaceful scene in the territory and allowed it to calm her, at least, for awhile.

Her adventures only wore her out slightly, for being a small cat, she knew to preserve her stamina carefully, and that being a long distance away from camp without any energy would eventually lead to embarassment or death. Though she liked this alone time, it'd almost been getting boring when she found herself downwind of clanmates. Opening her mouth, a sweet scent that of a she-cat and a musky scent that of a tom whisked inside, telling her that there were a cat of each gender in the area. A flash of creamy ivory confirmed her thoughts, and the she-cat began to stroll toward a hopeful companion. Orioleflash wasn't always trying to find trouble, sometimes she seeked out friendship and solace.

"Oh, I'm afraid not, dear." Orioleflash called to the other she-cat before carefully emerging from the various green-hued brush. "Though I did think that I scented him nearby, Spectrelight." She continued, flicking a bit of dead grass off the end of her long, dusky obsidian tail as she talked absentmindedly. Her golden eyes reflected the sun's rays brilliantly as she turned her neck about and took in the she-cat now standing before her. She was a beautiful girl with an almost burgundy blush across her face, tabby patterns here and there, and lovely icy eyes. With a smile, the typically obnoxious she-cat spoke politely at an attempt to be nice. "Is everything alright?"

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[MiNTY♥]

It was not the slightly gruff sounding tone that came to her ears like she was expecting, it was a softer and more high pitched one. Turning around she caught the mottled she-cat emerging from the undergrowth behind her and her first reaction was to narrow her icey blue eyes. A sneaky trick she had pulled there, sneaking up on another from down-wind. On the other hand it was mostly unlikely that Orioleflash had meant to upset her and her pupils slowly relaxed into deep black pools. "Oh I'll just hide my disappointment then." She teased lightly in her non-chalant tone. Although she wasn't particularly bothered which of her clan mates she ran into she was just hoping to run into someone who could keep her distracted. Yes, she wanted to be loyal to Zephyrclan but that proved more of a challenge when you had few close friends. Spectrelight liked to believe she had many acquaintances rather than a few close friends, which was true but it wasn't ideal. Being quite a sociable character she longed to share a close relationship with a few others. Just someone to keep her company and to help her make sure her head stayed in the correct place. Although, she had her doubts that she would share her true feelings about her original home with any of her clan mates.

As she looked over at the she-cat that stood before her at the present she couldn't help but notice the pattern on her face. It was mostly a mixture of dappled black and ginger, although the fact that there was a split of black and ginger down the center of her nose made her face appear rather significant to the eye. Politely she dipped her head slightly as a greeting to the other she-cat. "Hence the reason I was calling his name, Orioleflash." She added gently. Glancing at the she-cat she could sense that this meeting was slightly tense but she had no intention of making it seem that way. A gust of wind teased her fur and with that she forced herself to relax a little. "Yes, of course, I'm just feeling a little restless." She replied taking this opportunity to look down at her paws for a brief moment. Spectrelight had never been a shy cat but sometimes she found it a bit of a challenge to find the correct words to voice her thoughts. Everything seemed to make perfect sense in her head but whenever she opened her maw to talk she had a feeling that others might not see it that way. "Well I suppose we could go and see if Stormtrick really is there, if not I might be forced to admit that my sense of smell is a little rusty." She added and began to follow the tom's trail, that hopefully led to him.

[MiNTY♥]

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