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Paw forward. Feel. The composition of the ground beneath her outstretched paw made a smirk creep onto her face. Small blades of grass, a bit of dry earth. The darkness of the den was taken back as she reached the first step out of the den. A brighter lighter gray was added onto the area that was supposed to be her sight. The sun stretched around her body, engulfing it in a warm motherly hug. Claws extended into the ground. Another step, another. She broke into a trot, her misty eyes open and her head swaying to and fro as if she could actually see what was going on in the camp. Lies. She laughed quite softly to herself. Her life with sight had never existed. And yet she was healthy and living life to her full potential. It had always taken more effort than needed to make her feel like she was part of the clan. Like she was a normal warrior, amongst other warriors yes. Of course she wasn't completely allowed into battle and for that Petrelsong had teamed up with the medicine cat when battle was set upon them. But hunting she could manage. Tracking. Training. Her hearing and touch, scent...her other senses picked up what sight had dropped. She was as normal as she would get.

Entrance. Fourty paw-steps she had taken. The exact number she always had from the time she had stopped her growing and reached her small stature. The multi-hued femme still looked the age of an apprentice. But it was nothing that she found herself scared of. She was built for speed. Wiry and lithe. Her eye lids flickered, dimming the world around her for a brief second. She knew where she was. The rustling of the grasses to her left meant Tempestclan territory would ensue. She would run into rocky lands if she wished to find Vertigoclan. That was common sense. It was time for a run, time to let the energy that had accumulated over night, out. Her surroundings were pinpointed, the mental map of her area pinned into place. "Go get'em tiger." She spoke softly to herself, the phrase her dad has always pushed her with when she was younger. She pushed back on her haunches before bolting forward. A giggle ripped from her throat as she continued her run.

The wind rushed past her, changing it's tone as it moved around logs and hills. Her paws took in the feel of the earth, the grass flattening for a moment before springing back to life after her small body had left it. Like a kit she continued to run. Her sense of direction had never failed her. Her father had trained her well. Made sure that while she was in her clan, she would always be safe. Throwing her head into the air she threw on the breaks, her paws locking into place as she skidded to a stop before letting herself tuck and roll. She was on a hill. The playful wind caressing her form instilled that tidbit of information into her brain. The first hill she had come to after heading directly north from camp. She sighed. Many strayed from her. The misty pale blue orbs stuck in her sockets often seemed to be unsettling for cats. Flopping her head down onto the grass she sqiurmed onto her back, her paws sticking into the air for a brief moment as she rolled onto her other side. It was indeed times like this when she missed her father.

In her world of darkness....the only light that had shown her the way was gone....and it needed to be replaced.

[lily ♫]

solacestone

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let my heart be set in stone, but please,
don't let me be alone

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Slowly, almost excrutiatingly so, spring was fading into summer, and the last bit of Solacestone's winter coat was shedding off here, there, and everywhere. He woke up with tufts in his bed, tufts in his mouth, and even got tufts of the damned fur in his freshkill. Of course, the heat from the beautiful sun automatically forced him to remain formidable in the fresh air. His legs longed to stretch out in ZephyrClan's seemingly endless territory that lay before him, the tall grasses tickling at his underside as his tail twined around a few fronds here and there. Oh, just thinking about it made Solacestone thankful for such fine weather. There was just something about rain and the grasses turning to squishy mud beneath his monstrous and strong paws. With a build resembling that of a VertigoClanner rather than a lithe runner, Solacestone was at a disadvantage when it came to his favorite activities in the Clan: hunting and running.

Letting out a long sigh and allowing the pent-up air to slowly escape between his lips as his incredibly dark gaze sweep the lands, Solacestone spotted the shape of a cat. 'A bit of company would be nice, wouldn't it?' The mottled tabby asked himself silently, tilting his head and rolling it to the other side by simple habit. "Might as well." His voice chimed in, deep and rumbling. Throwing his legs out in front of him, his long, leaping strides carried him forward at a fair enough pace to make up for being so much larger than most of his clanmates. It wasn't long before he was closer to what he hoped would be his temporary companion, and he recognized the swirls of color upon her pelt. Petrelsong, the blind she-cat that he'd watched grow up and make the most of her disability. She was pretty, but her eyes sometimes caught Solacestone off-guard, yet he chose not to let it bother him.

Sneaking up on the she-cat would just be plain rude, and among the grasses, Solace would have been near invisible to any cat gifted with sight. Part of him was certain the femme was aware that he had approached, knowing for a fact that her hearing and scent were superior to every Warrior he knew. Pondering on the fact that she might not be aware of him in the end, he pressed a paw down onto a few blades of grass until they scraped against others; it was a very soft sound that he'd never take for granted, but it was alerting enough, right? Just as he seemed to do so, Petrolsong was squirming on her back, something Solacestone had recently witnessed the apprentices doing in camp. He couldn't help but chuckle, and didn't even bother to suppress it. "Nice technique you've got there." Rumbled the tom, taking the next moment to step closer, peering down at her as they stood atop the hill.

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Father, father or where are you father? In the skies above. The worst part was that she couldn't even look and see him when the blanket of dark spread itself across the sky to nestle in the ancestors of the clans. It was something she longed to be able to do. See the bright shining lights of those who had lived before her. She sighed, her tail flicking absentmindedly as she let her pale eyes close. They weren't doing anything by being open anyways. Her tongue hung from her mouth as the bright sun lit upon her bodice. At least she could still enjoy the warmth, and the coolness of the different times of day. Her ears flickered, trying to catch whatever they could. On this hill she was vulnerable if she didn't catch anything or everything. But Petrel was known for her sharpened senses. And if anything, her not having sight helped her rather than harmed her. And something caught her. The scent of another cat. The soft rustle of the grasses.

Solacestone. And if the grasses and the scent of him weren't enough his deep chuckle gave it away. She giggled softly and stopped her movement. A coolness took over after his words were spoken. He was standing over her. Her eyes blinked open, staring at the tom's own sight path. She tore it away quickly, hoping not to burden him with an awkward uncomfortable feeling. "I'm glad you think so." She paused putting a paw up to where she though he may have been standing. She felt fur and pressed till she met the thickness of muscle. "I've been practicing." Her mouth curved into a smile as she let her eyes close once more, blinking and keeping her gaze averted from him. She knew that some felt the need for distance just because of this misfortune she had.

She was still. No words, just her steady breathing. Unsure of what to do. Yes she could talk to the talk but getting close to another was hard when you couldn't stare at whom it was or had no idea of what they might even look like. His fur was indeed thick, and she knew his build was quite bulky, and quite larger than her clan-mates. That she had heard from asking around. It wasn't like she was trying to creep or stalk the tom. But she always had thought that he was somewhat comfortable around her...and if there was anywhere to try and start something with another...maybe he was a good place to start. But now...together, she found herself choking on the thought. "How are you on this fine day?" She purred. As if that wasn't as ordinary as first questions in a conversation went, she felt comfortable and unique by saying it.

[lily ♫]

Her giggle was absolutely adorable, and it stuck Solacestone as odd that he had mentally acknowledged the fact. Smiling nontheless, he watched the vision impaired she-cat as she looked at him and then quickly away. Some sorry lump of a cat must have told her that her clanmates didn't like to be looked at by her sightless, coudy eyes. Frowning for a moment, his smile came back even if his state of mind had not faltered. "Anything to please the lady.

[/color]" He replied politely to her as she acknowledged her thanks, dipping his head from habit and then feeling sheepish as he realized she wouldn't be even be aware of the gesture. How sweet Petrelsong could be even though she assumed it would not likely be returned. Colors and markings swirled together in harmony throughout the she-cat's short pelt, and Solacestone examined her pretty, lean bodice. She reminded him of his sister, Charityspell, and of her mottled markings that weren't unlike his own.

As the ZephyrClan female continued speaking, his signature chuckle tripped out of his rumbling throat and out into the air once more. "Perhaps you might teach me, one day.[/color]" The tom offered up, drawing his dark olive gaze to meet hers. He wondered if she imagined what the other cat might be doing as she chatted and did her own little thing. Shrugging off the idea, he gave her another grin as she continued their odd interaction. "Doing halfway pleasant now that I have a companion to share it with.[/color]" Was his reply, chivalry in his tone as he lightly complimented the femme. Solacestone was like that with everyone, being oddly polite and well-mannered even when the mood was anywhere from serious.

Drawing his sandpaper tongue over the fur of his chest, the mottled tabby tom peered up at the cloudy blue sky, and squinted at the sun, high up in the air, shining on as always. "And, might I ask, how is the lady on this fine day?[/color]" Inquired he, stepping a bit closer to her, actually trying to enjoy her company. He held her gaze when she met his for a moment, and his frown from earlier returned. "Petrelsong, you have my permission to gaze upon me. You're at no fault here and are among friends. It's just me, the hares, and the occasional bird flying above us. Nothing to worry about, and no one to offend.[/color]" The tom told her, hoping she'd feel more like ehrself if she needn't guard her own gaze from others.

It would be hard not to look toward whomever was speaking to you, and Solacestone knew that it must be complicated for her not to do so. How awkward things must be for her from time to time, but he'd not dare begin to express him sympathies. He was unsure if she would want them, and it was only kind to hold them back in case she didn't want them. 'Perhaps she doesn't even want me around.[/color]' Solacestone silently added to his thoughts, his frown once again returning to take the place of his usual smile.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]