|
|
Post by shade on Jun 26, 2012 22:23:17 GMT -5
MORNININGBIRD Morningbird lay in the nursery. Her tiny pink nose twitched as she slept in her nest in the FoestCla nursery. Her black and white pelt silky and smooth. The young queens bright green eyes closed and with her white tail tip laying over her nose and closed eyes. Morningbirds chin rested lightly on her tiny white paws. She still looked like an apprentice, by her size and only lightly muscled body. Morningbird could easily pass as only a young apprentice. Even though she was still young, there was no chance that she was going to even grow anymore.
Close to no thoughts whent threw her mind. Only one. Her family. How she had no one else left. All her kits where dead. About her brother, that she had never even liked at all, had left, well, more like just disappeared. Morningbird had no idea what had happened, but she was sure that he was still alive, just living life as a rouge. Then, Dawnlily. Her dark cream sister, that had died, from a sickness she refused to even try to treat. All her family gone, all in less then five moons. Hollowclaw, her father who had died from falling into a Gully, and her mother, who had died from grief. Then, there was her mate, then her kits. She had had three, but they all died.
Her life hadn't been as normal as mist cats had. She had not trained with her friends, not that she even had any. The only cat Morningbird really had was her sister, Dawnlily, who had died moons ago. So, there was no one really left for Morningbird to talk with, or to even socialize with. She pretty much lived in the nursery. Exept for when she needed to go out. Like to get prey or something else important. Morningbird was alone, that was all she was, alone in the world.
Morningbirds tail slowly unrapped from over her small body. As her emerald green eyes flickered open to the sight of the rising sun. The sight flooded into the den as Morningbird sat up wrapping her black and white tipped tail around her tiny white paws. Her shy eyes just watched out of the den with slight curiority as she sat. Morningbird noticed a cat walk inside. Her green eyes quickly fell down to her paws. She didn't like to look cats in the eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by tbugbrown on Jun 26, 2012 22:40:21 GMT -5
RUSSETCLAW The thin blades of grass parted silently in way of a figure, their separation achingly slow. Green eyes gleamed in the pale, morning light. A tiny heartbeat flooded his eardrums and a strong scent filled his lungs. The field mouse - the fragile thing would be quick to flee if he caught wind of the large tom eying him. The creature remained oblivious, however; with its beady gaze blinking outward as it nibbled upon a stray seed. Yet in a swift motion, its dawn ended. Russetclaw had sprang suddenly from him position hidden in the grass. A flash of claws and teeth swept over the wee mouse, and in only a moment's time its heartbeat's rapid thud had ceased. The tom grinned slightly as he took the small body within his jaws. Another addition to his morning hunt.
He made his trek quickly back to camp, taking his third catch of the day. His mouth watered at the aroma in his mouth, yet he refrained. There were bellies far emptier than his. He walked into the camp clearing, eyes out for a canidate for his catch. Few stirred. In fact, only a small patrol was seen creeping out of camp. He felt slightly discomforted by the lack of activity. Perhaps breakfast would be to himself.
A thought crossed him. He remembered the delicate Morningbird was currently alone in the nursery, solitary in her den. He recalled her losses that had been quietly mourned within the clan. He felt a spur of concern rise within his chest, a slight ache in his heart. He was a terrible pushover, constantly nosing into every cat's private business without much reserve. Yet, he knew no better. He was a protecter, a tom of utmost love. He was oblivious to his poor respects to privacy, and even if he was aware, he'd see no need for them. He took pride in his mission to brighten spirits. After all, his overwhelming nature forced smiles out into the open. He settled on it. He'd pay the lonely queen a visit.
Holding the fresh mouse, he padded quietly into the den, afraid he would disturb her as the morning remained young. He was greeted with a momentary flash of her green eyes. She was awake, yet she looked away from him. She had always been shy. He'd occassionally spotted her around camp, sitting in the background, uninvolved for her own reasons. He frowned at this. Why did the young she-cat seem so distant? Why did she refuse to meet his gaze? He chose, however, to ignore it for the time being. He strolled closer, and placed the mouse gingerly before her. "Breakfast is served, if you don't mind my delivery," he purred politely. He nudged the prey just a bit closer to her small body. He lingered for a response, unsure if he'd be welcomed.
|
|
|
|
Post by shade on Jun 28, 2012 6:47:25 GMT -5
MORNININGBIRD After Morningbirds emerald green gaze dropped right down to her feet. She could smell mouse. Boy, did she love bird. It was probably her favorite type of prey. Even if there where a lot of fur. Then, the young queen heard a voice.
"Breakfast is served, if you don't mind my delivery,"
Morningbird swallowed. She had to look up, didn't she. It was only the nice thing to do when a cat was talking. But that wasn't her. She couldn't talk while looking a cat in the eye. It just didn't work that way. But if Mirningbird didn't lift her head, then, the cat would think she was being rude, and just not looking for some other reason. No, these cats knew her. They knew she didn't look anyone in the eye. Plus if she just signaled that she had heard him, maybe he would be ok.
Finally, Morningbirds emorald green eyes flickered upward to take a quick look at the tom. She noticed him, and remembered that his name was Russetclaw, she couldn't have identified him by his voice, because she had never really spoken to him, or really anyone for that matter. Well, maybe he could be her someone to talk to. Morningbird douted it, but just maybe.
Morningbird was determined to talk to thus cat. Was it going to be easy? No. Was it possable? It needs to be. Morningbird made up her mind, she was going to talk. "Thanks," she managed to get out in her small soft voice. Maybe her own voice surprised her, but Morningbird was a little surprised that she could actually talk, she hadn't talked to anyone in so much time. Only nodded at them while they tried to speek with her. For Morningbird, talking to thus cat was a huge jump out of her comfort zone.
|
|
|
|
Post by tbugbrown on Jul 1, 2012 10:54:34 GMT -5
RUSSETCLAW Russetclaw stared at her quietly, uncertain of what else to say. He vaguely knew Morningbird, despite never having uttered a word to her before. He knew she was a bit different from his other clanmates. Silent, secluded, always watching from the sidelines. The older tom had watched her curiously on occasion. He knew her drill. He'd found himself dedicating mild concern to her cause, as the clan seemed to be content in letting her remain in her quiet ways, never really calling upon her for in put. It bothered him. Here was a she-cat who'd lost her kits, as well as the tom who'd fathered them, and yet due to her shy disposition she'd gone virtually ignored. His heart was too big to stand such a thing.
She broke for a brief moment. A flash of green eyes met his own. He smiled at her immediately, doing his best to reassure her in some way. But she didn't want to hold it long, and he respected her by looking away as well. Some might feel uncomfortable in such a situation, yet Russetclaw knew no standards of personal space and discomfort with others - perhaps to their dismay. He melted happily away into any social situation he could worm into. He stood oblivious to any awkward moments that were shared. He simply grinned onward in his own bliss.
Timidly at best, a soft voice startled the big warrior. His eyes shot back to the petite she-cat before him. Morningbird had finally said something. He took a moment to take in that one word - "Thanks." He ran it over in his head, trying to commit her voice to memory despite how odd it seemed to do so. He'd never heard the small queen say a single thing before, so he wanted to have another important trait to know her by if perhaps she never spoke to him again; her gentle voice. He smiled and dipped his head lightly in response. "No need for thanks,"
[/font] he replied with a polite grin. But suddenly, he felt himself at a strange loss for words. What now? He'd succeeded in pleasing her at least, but now what was he to do? His ears flicked back in a moment of confusion, but he prevailed at last. He would find some sort of small conversation. He knew he could. "I'm sorry for disturbing you so early. I can still hear some other cats snoring in their dens,"[/font] he mused with a purr. "I also apologize if a scrawny field mouse isn't enough for you, but he was the biggest of the three I managed this morning."[/font] He rambled on, trying his best to fill the silences and hoped she would give him something - anything - in return. ooc: this is too long & rambly & I apologize. ;_; ♥ [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
