Safe & Sound - Breezy, Closed

[- Leafy -]

Perfectpaw -

Perfectpaw smiled in relief when she realized she had managed to get away from the camp without being noticed. The last thing she needed was another cat following after her and seeing her with her Windclan friend. Oh how she envied him and his swift and flowing clan! The clan that could be so close to Starclan themselves, the clan he slept under the stars at night with their starry ancestors. She huffed softly as herself and sat down beside a large and shady tree. She knew it was wrong to think that was towards her friend. After all.. He was always their when she needed him so she might has well cut him some slack. But how she wanted to leave her putrid birth clan to be with him in his clan. He always made it sound so interesting.. So excited and fun. He got to run after rabbits and she had to chase after frogs. He got to roam the beautiful moors and she was stuck in the damp swamp. Who was she kidding.. She was jealous of he and his birth clan. But she would never tell him that. As long as she had him as a friend it was all she needed. Right?

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[Breezy]

Blizzardpaw was in a hurry today and Luckystrike had been continuously on his case so he was glad to slip away and still manage to meet up with Perfectpaw. What a name! Some consider it vain but to him it matched her perfectly. She was in fact perfect in his eyes at least, not just appearance wise but also personality wise. The small she-cat was enchanting to him with her dark grey fur that mingled with a orange similar to the color of a fire. The white the splash on her throat and underbelly add an even more appealing affect especially when he met those murky chartreuse eyes. Just the thought of seeing her again made him smile causing his paws to push forward faster.

Blizzardpaw knew why he was eager to see this little she-cat and if any of the other cats knew they would possibly hate him. He had a crush on Perfectpaw but it wasn't as if he planned it. He hadn't even know he was until he heard Brooksplash describing how being in love and having a crush was two completely different things. She had been speaking with another warrior who had asked for her opinion on it and mistakenly over heard. He had thought what he felt with Perfectpaw was normal for a friendship between and she-cat and tom. Now that he realized what it was it frightened him and excited him. He often wondered how she felt but asking her seemed to out of place besides he wasn't going to go make her life any worse than it was in Shadowclan. He shook his head trying to get rid of those thoughts and focus on getting to her.

It didn't take long for his nostrils to inhale her scent and soon following after his sapphire eyes were roaming over the she-cat he called friend. He slowed to a stop before her with a sheepish grin. He wanted to speak but running so far he had been breathless. Panting and examining her all at once with that stupid grin on his face. He sat down once his breath return to its normal state.

"Perfectpaw, its nice to see a face I can call friend. How is life treating you in Shadowclan?"

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[- Leafy -]

Perfectpaw -

Perfectpaw smiled lightly in herself at the thought of meeting up with Blizzardpaw again. Honestly she wondered why he had been named such when the only true white colors on him was at the base of his chest and his back paws. Normally she dismissed it by convincing herself that he had been born in leaf bare, maybe sometime while it was snowing, and it was only a suitable name for her Windclan friend. She smiled in amusement to herself and shrugged faintly, figuring she would probably get around to asking him sometime about it in the later future.

Slowly her smile slid into a small frown as she looked out across the border, over at the moors rolling into Windclan territory. He was late.. So what had happened? Had he been caught? Maybe something had come up in the clan and he had been forced to stay. Maybe they were having a ceremony of some sort and he had to wait for it to end before he could come and meet her? Of course.. There she went jumping to conclusions again. "He'll be here soon. He hasn't missed one of our meetings yet. He's alright." She tried to convince herself as she slid down into a more comfortable laying position, letting a brief breeze cool her fur from the slight warm day. She frowned faintly to herself and sighed, knowing it would probably be one of the last of the warm days they would have with the quickly approaching coldness of Leaf Bare.

The small calico she-cat stretched softly, resting her eyes as she let her thoughts drift back to the interesting territory of Windclan. She had only seen it on quick patrols with her mentor and leader so talk with the Windclan leader.. And she had been curious about it all ever since. It had been a warming Green Leaf day. The birds chattering among each other, rabbits and mice darting through the swaying grass. She couldn't quite recall what they had needed to talk to Ratstar about, considering she had been at the age of six moons at the time, but apparently it had been something important. When they had got to the camp her interested eyes immediately spotting a slight clumsy black and white tom, clearly one moon older then she, talking with his Windclan den mates. She easily admired their lean bodies and sleek coats. The thin and agile swiftness each different unique one of them held. But this particular tom seemed a tad more clumsy and lanky then the others making him stand out a bit more, though he still held the swiftness of a Windclan cat. After that she had made it her mission to speak with him at the next gathering, which she had- Delighted to find him and talk with him in a delighted attitude.

Perfectpaw paused and opened her eyes when the toms familiar scent immediately flooded around her, an excited grin spreading across her features as she sat up, giving a soft and melodic laugh at his breathlessness. "You're late. No wonder you're so out of breath, you were in such a hurry to get here." She murrowed happily, her tail curling around her paws and ears flicking forward. She paused and gave a small grimace, "Moonstar's been leading patrols to all of the clans.. Didn't he attack Windclan at one point?" She asked with a soft sigh. "I really don't like it." She murmured, frowning at that. "But he hasn't shoved me into one of these patrols yet.. So I suppose the clan's treating me fine. I just wish Moonstar would take a smarter approach to all of this. He's acting like a mouse brain." She huffed.

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Comments - Where has all of this muse for Perfectpaw come from? o.o I don't think I'll post this much in my next post, unless I find something for Perfectpaw to ramble on about. xD

[Breezy]

The black toms whiskers twitched as she laughed at him stating how he was breathless. He felt hot with embarrassment but didn't let it show as there was no need to feel embarrassed in front of Perfectpaw right? Even though his mind agreed his heart mocked his idea to push the embarrassment away. Trying to fight the bubbling feeling he was getting he flicked his ebony ears forward trying to catch whatever else she was saying. The word he processed first was Moonstar and then the rest of it followed after. He let his nose twitch in aggravation at the thought of Moonstar enforcing her into a idiotic patrol. The old tom cat was clearly getting more dense with every breath he took. The fact he was now sending out patrols to other clans worried him. What was his purpose? Selfishness and greedy only led to disaster within and possibly for other clans. It was clear Shadowclan would never learn from other leaders past moves. Instead it seemed history would continuously repeat itself and perhaps even more brutally each time. His black fur rippled in irritation before he snapped out of his thoughts.

"He did attack Windclan but was frightened off by the badger...but nevermind that what would you like to do?"

He utterly despised the clan she was forced to call home. The cats there were cruel and unusual vicious for reasons no one could understand. Not to mention their main warrior Frostbite was known to kill ruthlessly as if it was fun. It disgusted him she was born in that clan and often times he wished she had been born in his clan. Then his deep feelings towards her wouldn't feel like he was betraying his clan. Perfectpaw didnt belong in such a clan she wasn't anything like them or that he knew of. He felt bad for bringing up such a horrible conversation. Way to go you've already started off on the wrong paw. He let himself relax as it was no need to think negative when she was here. His sapphire eyes glowed a bit brighter as a small smile formed on his face as his eyes met hers.

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Muse: Totally sucked sowwy :/

[- Leafy -]

Perfectpaw -

Perfectpaw stared quietly at her paws for a moment at her Widnclan companion spoke, a small and disgusted grimace on her face as she sighed. "That's horrible, Blizzardpaw, I'm sorry he did that." She sighed softly and shook her head. "I hate Shadowclan." She mumbled under his breath, eventually lifting her green eyes to look at the top. She paused before smiling faintly and deciding to try and drop the subject, "I don't know. What do you wanna do?" She asked, getting up and stretching softly. "We could.. Have a race? Or something, I dunno." She answered, tipping her head softly as a delighted grin spread across her maw. She knew for a well known fact that if they raced she would have a high chance in losing but, hey- It wasn't was winning, it was for fun, right? Besides, knowing Blizzardpaw he'd probably keep at a pace she could keep.

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Comments - My mused is probably gonna be pretty crappy until I get back into the habit of roleplaying my characters so try and bear with me, Bre. :3

[Breezy]

"That's horrible, Blizzardpaw, I'm sorry he did that."Her soft voice seem to hold a full note of disgust and distress. Which was followed by three words he'd never expect from the small she-cat before him."I hate Shadowclan."

Hate was a powerful word, just as love was although the two were complete opposites they both had the ability to destory someone. How could that be possible? Well obviously hate is negative and love in a certain situation can destory someone else who is bonded in the situation. It was all a confusing mess, he wanted to speak to her about it but it was intterupted by he suggestion of a race. His obsidian ears twittered at the suggestion. Race with a Windclan cat? Certainly she didn't mean that, but he could see that she was only suggesting to change topic so it went alone with it. Tossing the idea over in his head he finally spoke after a few moments, his voice a little stronger than usual.

"Well, we could race or we could play hide and seek? whichever you prefer."

He let the idea of hide and seek flood out of his mouth to make a counter game with hers. Yes he was excellent at running as most Windclan cats were but she was good at hiding and seeking. Shadowclan cats greeted the shadows and used them to their ability and sometimes it frightened him. But he knew if she did choose that game she wouldn't murder him when she found him. Because they were close friends right? Yes, they were.

[- Leafy -]

Perfectpaw -

Perfectpaw tipped her head softly at that thought and smiled, her ears pricking forward. Clearly he was trying to even out the odds on something they could both do fairly fell at. Not that he would be able to find her, anyways.. At least, that was her point of view. "Hide and Seek?" She murrowed in delight, her eyes growing wide with excitement. "That sounds great!" She giggled in delight, leaping to her paws as her eyes swiftly darted around, already in the progress of looking for a good hiding place. "Who should count? Me or you?" She asked curiously as she shifted her eyes to look back at her friend, clearly out of her sad little pit at the thought of this game.

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[Breezy]

Blizzardpaw shook his head smiling with amusement at her excitement; he knew the game was one thing that could cheer up the little Shadowclan cat. He took consideration if he wanted to hide or search for her, he was certain if he was searching for her he’d never find her unless she wanted him to find her. He knew she would be able to find him easily anyhow, so either way it was a lose-lose. The question was which way did he prefer to lose? His whispers twitched at the thought of her bouncing on him from some random place he hadn’t thought of.

“You hide, although I might never find you.”

He turned his back to the she-cat and began to count in his head slowly, to 50. 1, 2, 3.. He hadn’t heard her disappear from his presence but when he turned around the little she-cat was no longer there. He let out a soft sigh, before he set off to find Perfectpaw. This was going to either be a really long game or a really short one.

[- Leafy -]

Perfectpaw -

Perfectpaw grinned at the and nodded softly. "Oh, you may have a chance. Be careful, though- Okay?" She answered, her whiskers twitching in anticipation. She beamed in delight when the tom turned to start counting before immediately leaping back to her paws and slinking off to hide, making sure her paws didn't make a sound. She glanced around silently as she stalked forward, figuring to had a good minute or so to get to a well hidden hiding place. She trailed off slightly and smiled smugly when she found a stale rabbit trail, immediately following it to hide her scent before glancing around unsurely and huffing. Shadowclan never really had a lot of good hiding places so she clawed up one of the trees and perched neatly on the branch, shifting to where the autumn leaves would blend in with her calico fur.

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