Post by lily ♫ on Dec 27, 2011 22:32:21 GMT -5
The deputy lacked her previous confidence in every little thing she did. No matter the activity, whether it was hunting and providing for the Clan or attempting to organize patrols, nothing went right. Now, as she stood contemplating names of warriors she might be able to trust, the creamy ginger let out a resigned sigh as her tail flicked back and forth as her nervous blue eyes scanned the camp. "Reflectedrain, Spellwish, Silvertalon.
She felt older than her thirty-nine moons, even though the weight of Clan felt less and less each day as they gave up on. Lilythorn was shocked right out of her subtle reverie when a lanky tabby form blocked her view of the camp. "Yes? What can I do for you Lily?[/i]" He asked, his green speckeld blue eyes open wide with curiosity. "A patrol if you could. I don't believe Silvertalon will be showing up anytime soon; can you manage it with Spellwish? Just check the borders for anything unusual, please.[/u]" The deputy replied, her blue eyes watching the young tom with pride.
She remembered the day he was born, and had watched him grow up alongside his brothers and sisters, whom had been born during the conflicts with MaliceClan. "That's all.[/u]" Lilythorn added with a small smile, before stepping away and heading off to her own things. She paused once more, looking back to Reflectedrain. "Oh, and thank you.[/u]" Were her last words to him.
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He nodded to her words, eager to escape into the wintry wonderland that VertigoClan bloomed into when it was snowy. The pine trees were crisp and evergreen, their scent overpowering most everything as the damp, cool powder hid away the scents in the undergrowth. Prey was rare, but their tracks abundant, and Reflectedrain couldn't help but be amused this time of year. The only thing bothering him was the one female who would be joining him on the patrol: Spellwish. He hadn't seen her since before her warrior's ceremony, and he'd never gotten the chance to congratulate her, and now, as he stood awkwardly within the camp, he felt so out of place as he looked for her.
They'd had their share of conflicts, and the tabby tom cared deeply for her, no matter what she might have to say about the matter. His feelings were true and had not faded in the moons he had been apart from her; they only strengthened in her absence. Tail sweeping low behind him, he stretched his limbs out as he stood in the cold, anxiously awaiting her arrival. Had she heard Lilythorn's call? Just as he began to doubt her, the familiar ebony pelt appeared with its silvery eyes to match. The beauty of her struck him in an odd way, and after several moons, he couldn't help but gawk. Winter seemed to be treating her well, he could tell, especially from her shiny coat which seemed to hold the answers to the stars, and to his longing heart, as he looked upon her without remorse.
"Ah, Spell![/u]" He cried, his voice deep yet possessing the higher notes of a tenor, stepping toward her with his tail almost wagging like a canine. Happiness surged through him, even though his mind told him not to let his hopes rise so far to only be torn down by the mentally destructive female. Oh, he was happy enough to experience just these few moments of joy as she approached. "Lilythorn wants us to patrol, and she said no one else would likely show up.[/u]" The young tom explained as soon as she was within earshot, practically running to meet her, abandoning any attempts to keep his excitement contained. He was simply happy to see her, and couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tried.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
