.:Dance in dusk

[Gryfin and Co.]

It was late in the afternoon, nearing dusk. The sky above was decorated with soft fluffy clouds, the setting sun covering the earth with a warm amber light. Animals were seeking their last dinners and late snacks before heading home. All was at peace, except a small cat hidden in the vegetation of the Oases.

Nestled up next to the spring itself, the she-cat curled. She was as close to the water as she could manage, the water only a mouse-length from her muzzle. She was curled about herself, head laid onto her paws and tail wrapped about her feet. Her calico fur was usually warm, but she still shivered on occasion, though not with cold. The she-cat’s feverish green eyes were wide open and staring at the water. She shifted a bit, trying to keep her still-healing injuries from hurting more than they already did. Damn the war.

Tearstain didn’t like being alone. It was better than being mothered and fretted over, but she still couldn’t handle the camp. Even in her short time in RisingClan, the loss of clan-members struck a chord. The camp felt empty and mournful. It had eventually gotten to the point where she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she’d come down to the Oases to think.

Tear twitched her tail, sighing slightly. This hadn't helped at all, really. Now she just felt even more alone than usual. The gray speckled she-cat couldn't think of even a single cat in the Clan she could consider a friend. What with all that had happened with the war, she was just a background part of the clan, another body to feed. She was beginning to regret coming here; back home she'd had friends. The she-cats whiskers drooped, and she looked even more sorrowful than usual.

[Onyxdart]

Checkmate was out taking a break from being around the Clan. It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but he was still used to having his alone time. He was also feeling some growing pains- more personality related than physical. His face had scarred from being attacked by Pripyat, blast him, but he supposed that wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. After all, he was alive.

He padded to the water, deep in thought, not really seeing Tearstain until he almost stepped on her. Then he stopped, sat his bengal-butt down, and washed one ear nonchalantly. He wasn't all that familiar with this she-cat, but since she was here, he might as well speak to her. It wasn't being alone, but at least there weren't a bunch of others around. He was still self conscious about the scar crossing his face, among the others he'd earned.

"'Lo, Tearstain. Tired of all the noise?" he asked dryly. He was clearly kidding, because the camp was so quiet these days. Escaping the noise was not one of the excuses for leaving camp, usually. Unless the kits- what ones were left- were up to their tricks again. Then there was more than enough noise.

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[Gryfin and Co.]

Tear looked up and blinked, her ears twitching at the noise of another cat's approach. She relaxed slightly as the scent of RisingClan hit her nose. She'd been silly to assumed that she'd be the only one in the Oases. After all, everyone was depressed these days, and it was a nice place to come to relax.

As Checkmate sat down next to her, she sat up, giving the tom some room. She nodded politley to him, taking in his appearance. She knew him only vaguely, having not really ever talked to him. As usual. She mentally kicked herself for not making more connections in the Clan. And then promptly kicked herself again, as she realized that she was just sitting there, staring at the poor tom. Well, then again, he was rather handsome. Tear personally thought his scar made him look dashing, but she would never say so out loud.

Her green eyes dropped away to look at the water. "Good afternoon, Checkmate." She chuckled at him, though the sound wasn't really happy. The camp was too quiet these days, and even the usual playful banter and happy laughter was gone. Only a soft blanket of quiet that everyone seemed afraid to break. "It's times like these where I almost wish we had more kits around..." She grinned wistfully.

[Gryfin and Co.]

*pokes cobwebs* Onyx...? I'd still like to RP with ya... you alive? =D