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Post by throwingthepunches on Dec 10, 2011 19:15:10 GMT -5
H o n e y p a w The sun was warmly separated by full, leafy tree branches that swayed in the green-leaf breeze against the pale blue sky. Wispy clouds were scattered among the vast canvas, like stars at night. The sun hung high, warming Honeypaw all the way through the well groomed, sleek pale honey colored coat and down to her small bones. Other cats sat around camp, some secluded off in corners, whispering among themselves and to one another in the shade, or exposed to the warm, soothing sunlight, sharing tongues and having a lovely time.
The prey pile lay in the center of camp, looking limp. It had been decreasing since last moon high. Sometimes, it was drastically low and sometimes it was quite full for this time of green-leaf. Today was one of those 'in-between' days. Cats picked they're way around in the pile of fresh kill, apprentices who weren't enjoying the sun and socializing were taking prey to elders and the nursery, or dropping more off. She spotted sleek, agile flash of white pelt and realized it was Hailpaw, an apprentice one moon younger than her. She didn't know her. She shifted her gaze and spotted the medicine cat apprentice, Larkpaw.
She shifted her head around again, and saw Duskpaw. This tabby tom was quite the mystery. Honeypaw trained her dark, large, empty eyes on him, taking in the sunken look in his bright yellow eyes, his grey pelt that cloaked his scrawny stature. Never, in all her 7 moons, had she heard him speak. Maybe a few mews here and there. She didn't know him when she was in the nursery because he had come in as a loner. Quite curious, he was. She sat up. Maybe I can get through to him!
Positive thoughts reeled through her brain, displayed in her large, dark grey eyes. Her tail curled into a hook shape but kept on swaying back and forth. She kept her head high, face without emotion but eyes beaming with expression. She was no more than a tail-length from Duskpaw now, moving from the sunlight to the shadows and feeling the cold shift in temperature.
Hi, Duskpaw! I'm Honeypaw. You probably may have never noticed me but that's okay. We can be friends now. Her eyes shined brightly, but still remained the same, washed out, dark grey hue. She blinked slowly and sat down, refusing to take no as an answer from Duskpaw. OOC - Ha, my kitty's a happy camper with sad eyes. xD |
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 10, 2011 19:31:47 GMT -5
Duskpaw sat near the apprentices' den, quietly grooming his short fur, and for once, he was actually enjoying the peace and quiet that he was never really familiar with. Suddenly, a loud voice interupted his thoughts and he jumped in alarm, the fur along his spine rising. He looked up - eyes wide - and found Honeypaw standing before him.
Honeypaw was talking so fast that he could barely grasp what she was saying. It took him a moment to register her words. After a few moments, he awkwardly scuffled his front paws in the dirt, getting dust all over them. "Er, w-what?" he meowed dryly, in a quiet voice. His tail was pinned to his flank and his chest felt tight. Honeypaw was right; Duskpaw hadn't noticed her around camp that much. That didn't necessarily mean he had no idea who she was, but he did see her in the apprentices' den sometimes.
Duskpaw's eyes were filled with anxiety, but he wasn't as elusive as he was before he met Cedarpaw. She helped lift his spirits a bit, and even raise his confidence. But even still, he was as jumpy as ever. What would Cedarpaw say in a moment like this? he desperately wondered, trying to seek help from his only friend (who obviously wasn't there at the moment).
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Post by throwingthepunches on Dec 10, 2011 19:57:23 GMT -5
H o n e y p a w Duskpaw stiffened and anxiety and fear came off of him in waves. It didn't effect Honeypaw, though. She kept her large ears pinned forward, taking in his every move, practically. She took in with her wide eyes his fluffed out tail, bristled fur, flat ears, and look in his eyes. His yellow eyes reflected fear and somewhat annoyance... possibly confusion. Oh, he's just being shy, that's all., happy little Honeypaw thought.
he said nothing for a while. A breeze flowed through camp steadily, chilling Honeypaw in the shadows. Oh! It's probably just the shadows. You should come sit and talk with me out in the sun. It's warm. Not that gross, sticky warm - like HOT. It's warm like, lay out in the sun and bask kind of warm. Talking to you would be fun! The words flowed out of her jaws in a steady stream of energy. She stood up on all fours until her face was less than a whisker from Duskpaw's.
You know, you're not too bad. You're very calm and controlled. You remind me of my brother Dirtki- Her sentence stopped as if someone had crushed her with a boulder. Her dark eyes seemed to grow darker with sadness, but they remained the same large size. Her ears didn't swivel a bit and her tail didn't drop at all. She showed no negativity.
Sunlight's good for you. She said flatly, her eyes still stone cold. She turned around and took a few steps toward the center of camp, feeling the sunlight bathe her as she stepped right into it. Her tail tip brushed against Duskpaw, encouraging him to come. |
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 10, 2011 20:16:04 GMT -5
Duskpaw could do nothing but try and comprehend the words that were tumbling out of Honeypaw's mouth, his mind reeling as he quickly made sense of them. In all honesty, he was quite amazed at how fast she could speak, and how happy she made herself appear. Not that he doubted her happiness, but he simply envied out cheerful her life was - that is, if it really was.
Though, as Honeypaw spoke on about the warmth of sunlight, Duskpaw was beginning to relax a bit. He let the fur along his spine flatten and his ears shyly swivel toward her. He was beginning to feel his confidence rise more, and he was just about to agree to go out into the clearing - up until she suddenly grew stone-cold.
Duskpaw flinched at the dryness in her voice at her last sentence, and questions flew into his mind as to why Honeypaw became so dark-like at the mention of her brother. What happened to Dirtkit? The fact that his name still had "kit" in it, told him that whatever happened, wasn't a very comfortable subject. Though, he wasn't going to press Honeypaw about it. He had a bad past as well. Besides, he was still too shy to ask her something so personal.
Duskpaw felt Honeypaw's bushy tail brush against his neck, and the reassuring gesture made him relax a bit more. Maybe things won't be too bad if I'm with another cat. he told himself. As soon as he emerged from the shadows and into the sunlight, he felt its warmth seep into his thin pelt; immediately warming his entire body. Honeypaw was right; sunlight did feel good. "I, uh, I d-don't know... are you s-sure?" he asked her warily, glancing around camp, relieved no one was paying attention to them.
In actuality, Duskpaw was asking Honeypaw if she was sure she wanted to talk to him. He never really interacted with others, since most of the Clan thought he was only a rogue-born pest. He was baffled when Cedarpaw actually took a liking to him, and now another cat wanted to be his friend. Even though Cedarpaw was more than a friend, and he couldn't have asked for more than that, it was nice to know that someone else wanted to ask him how he was feeling, or if he had good hunting that day. That is, if Honeypaw really wanted to talk to him.
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