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Post by Blackheart on Jan 22, 2009 16:04:10 GMT -5
There were so many memories littering this small clearing dotted with trees, echoing through the depths of time. Or, really, was it so very long ago. It felt like it. It felt like more moons then he had toes on his paws, since the last time he had brought young Maplepaw here, to train. It was like time itself betrayed the old grouchy deputy, bubbling up from some unseen, unreachable place to grasp violently at him from afar, just out of reach of slashing claws.
He wondered, from time to time, just how his apprentice may be. Was the young tom even still alive? He had just been a new warrior, called Mapleheart, when he had vanished. And, even after, his newest apprentice [his memory failed him in remembering that little tom’s name] had vanished too. What roads had called them, to take them away?
Blackheart stilled his slow patrol in the middle of the training grounds, sitting down and simply taking a courtesy glance around. Here, Mapleheart had been trained. Here, Onyxdart had been trained. Here it was where so many apprentices had been trained since the beginning of Treeclan’s own existence.
In truth, the old tom did not blame those whose paws had taken them away from Treeclan. Once, when he had been younger, his own path had taken a route away from the place of his birth, a clan half forgotten and clouded by time. It had been long after then he had kits with that damnable she-cat, in which he supposed the two felines were very much dead, eaten by their mother, which was a blackness on his old heart – that he hadn’t been able to take them away after he himself had been driven off, unable to rescue them from that gruesome fate. His own father hadn’t had much to do with him, and he had planned to rectify that one day with his own children.
Oh well. It was a failure, one of many, that defined the deputy along with the successes in his life. Even while lost in thought, his tail flicked absently, yet ears were trained carefully on his surroundings, in case he may suddenly find himself no longer alone in this mostly unused area. |
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 24, 2009 16:01:35 GMT -5
Another slow day to pass the time, another block to pass by as if in a blur to become past. It seemed time wasn't only Blackheart's enemy. Not to say life had gotten boring in the life and times of the young Treeclan leader, but it had become uneventful to the point where she wondered where time went.
In any case, it seemed the deputy wasn't alone as Amberstar quietly made her way down the slope into the Treeclan area, filled with moss and leaves mottled brown from the passing of Leaf-fall. She wished that time could reverse itself; when Treeclan flourished into a steady and powerful clan, when she had become leader or when she had appointed Blackheart.
It seems i'm not the only one who appears to be troubled She murmured quietly, as if afraid to break the silence with pointless words and idle chatter. Still, she had known Blackheart long enough to know something was on his mind.
Nostalgic memories passed through her mind as she studied every prominent mark in the clearing, every leaf and branch and stone. Though the leaves were gone, she could see it in her mind when she and Blackheart had brought their apprentices down here to train. Still, she couldn't deny she wasn't proud of her old apprentice; Onyxdart had turned into a promising warrior, and very much full of potential. It was a shame Mapleheart couldn't share the same fate.
As if seeking solace, or comfort, or even giving Blackheart those things in return, she padded up to his side and lay down, resting her shoulder on his as only she would dare to do to the grouchy old tom and closed her eyes, reveling in the moment and the old nostalgic memories.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 24, 2009 20:33:38 GMT -5
“Once upon a time seems like forever ago.” The silence was broken; by Amberstar’s quietly murmured words as were as the old deputy’s musing reply back. Blackheart hardly moved as his leader padded closer, sinking to his belly even as she laid down and rested her shoulder against him. If it were, by some other chance, any other feline they would have quickly seen just how grouchy the old tom truly was – but instead, it was Amberstar. He had been a part of Treeclan through its glory days, through thick and thin, to this point now.
This point? What was it? Would he simply fade away like the other deputies before him? Likely, however he would not ask this peace to end.
They had been through a lot together, from Goldenblaze’s betrayal to the entire event of the war, so of course there would always be a strong cord of loyalty tying them together. The tom wouldn’t allow it to become anything else – Amberstar had been hurt enough after witnessing her own daughter killed in the battle he wouldn’t place such a burden on the younger she-cat again.
His tail flicking so that it tapped Amberstar, his yellow gaze looked away across the training ground, “Onyxdart has done well.” Such rare praise, but the truth – the slender warrior had become something that the clan could be proud completely in, “Sometimes, I wonder if Mapleheart would have done the same.”
"I'm getting old." He huffed, grumbling with grumpy humor. |
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 25, 2009 16:26:47 GMT -5
A contented purr was the only response Amberstar gave her deputy. What else was there to say to his comment, the one that broke the air of silence she was afraid to shatter?
Her purr became a soft ruttering noise as she enjoyed the quiet peacefullness, the mutual friendship that was between them. It was mutual, but... The young she-cat wanted more. So much she wished it was Blackheart who had fathered her kits, so much that it hurt. Farwing still thrived as far as she knew, but Coppersong... Her purr died away quietly, and her ears flicked. She knew, as the leader, she had to control her emotions. Though she thought she did a good job of reserving them, and keeping them hidden, but much to her disappointment she had a feeling he had a good idea.
Onyxdart has done well Came his soft voice, and she opened an eye to quirk an ear. She nodded her head in agreement, her tail twitching idly. She couldn't agree more; Onyxdart had grown into a hard-working and dedicated warrior, one that was a credit to her own name, and a credit to all of Treeclan. Still, Amberstar knew the truthfullness in his words; he rarely gave praise, and such a high praise was a high honor. She pressed into his shoulder comfortingly. Blackheart had taken the disappearance of his apprentice rather to heart, when he shouldn't have. Mapleheart's path just happened to lie outside Treeclan, and Amberstar was sure he was certainly a credit whereever his paws landed him.
But she didn't need to tell him so, the gesture was enough.
You're getting old? I feel as if i'm on my last life and preparing to join the ranks of Starclan She said dryly. Amberstar was indeed young; she had lost only one life in the battle by the paws of the traitor. By cat standards, she was rather pretty, and in the prime of her life. But ever since the war, the betrayal, and the loss of her kits, Amberstar had grown quieter, wiser, and all the more older because of it.
She let out a passive sigh, frowning.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 26, 2009 21:17:09 GMT -5
A purr.
The simplicity of such a sound was lulling, even to the point of relaxation. Blackheart didn’t purr in return, unlikely it was that such a sound had been heard from him before by anyone, even Amberstar. Instead, the old tom simply leaned a little over – a firm unmoving pressure. If nothing else, as was only right for it to be, that would be all he could give her. Firm support and his utmost loyalty…
He had never said a word concerning the absence she had taken to go and have her kits, where she had likely met their father as well. He had never made a judgment, no said how much it had hurt – there was just no need for such words. What happened…happened. Coppersong had died, regretfully, but her son still lived on with that rogue clan. Not all bad had come from the choice she had made before – and her grumpy deputy simply kept silent and gave his leader time to grieve her great loss.
Even so. It wouldn’t have been that bad if they had been his kits too, would it? Nah. He didn’t think so.
Perhaps before his paws crossed into Starclan, he would be able to find a solace for everything in his life. Maybe. Blackheart closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the silence of the forlorn little training area, unused for more time then should ever have occurred. “You’re being silly.” He finally snorted at Amberstar’s wards, half-lidded yellow eyes flicking towards her, “You are still young, with many moons left ahead of you.” She would outlive him. It was an odd thought, one that hadn’t really come into his mind before now…but it was true. She had her eight remaining lives.
Soon, Starclan only knew how truly long, he would have to leave her. The young leader would move on, pick another deputy and grow strong with her clan again as time faded the losses within the war away. She would never forget her daughter, but the pain would ease. The memories of the warriors who had been killed within that final battle may fade too, but they would live on in the memory of what they had fell for.
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 28, 2009 0:50:25 GMT -5
Life had taken Amberstar's ability to a lot of things in life; her ability to enjoy herself and have fun every once in a while, her ability to trust, but one thing she clung to was her ability to purr, and her calm manner. It was one of the few things she enjoyed in life, these calm afternoons of relaxing with Blackheart or Onyxdart and various other cats in her Clan.
Regardless, she never though little of Blackheart when he didn't. When he leaned in for her support, and she rested her head on his shoulder, it was all she needed to understand. But she was still missing one thing...
Amberstar was torn between her duty to her clan and the Warrior Code, and to her [almost blind] faithfullness to her deputy. When it came to serious matters, she was capable of putting aside such feelings for a while until it was resolved, but she couldn't erase it completely. The fact of the matter was she was in adoration for the older tom. Never once did he question her loyalty or her past, nor did he point out her mistakes, ones she had made plenty of times in her lifetime.
But more than anything, she wanted a family here in her Clan, who she could watch over as they grew into faithful and strong warriors, and Blackheart could have a family again without the fear of them being eaten or being chased out. It wasn't just in her interest, she wanted to be happy with him.
For now, she kept her silence, ears twitching, the only thing giving away her thoughts until his spoken words pervaded the silence. Not silly, simply thoughtful. This Clan has seen so much, I feel so old She said, giving a sarcastic grouchy yawn to prove her point.
But the fact of the matter was, she would outlive him. She would eventually choose another deputy over him, and live out her remaining 8 lives before she joined him, and she would live to see TreeClan's greatest and worst seasons. But if he truly thought she would forget him, then he must not have known her at all.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 29, 2009 20:58:48 GMT -5
Blackheart never attempted to make any friends in Treeclan. He had been close to Amberstar since the start, and time only strengthen that bond. While he wasn’t close to Onyxdart, he did get along with the she-cat. Through the moons he had been here he had made several other friends, but their lives had found other paths from Treeclan. Now he didn’t really even try – as long at they’d listen to him and to Amberstar, it was fair enough to him.
The old tom might have suspected what the amber she-cat might truly want, but he never dared to hope that it might be true. It was against everything he stood and fought so valiantly for – the Warrior Code.
It was wrong.
Even though, in this time of peace, a leader’s brief absence wouldn’t be as drastic as it might have before – but no. No, he shouldn’t even allow that to try to waver him into making a decision that might fall through the tree boughs later, to crash violently at the leaf-littered ground below.
Snorting at her play at being grouchy and old, especially since he was the epiphany of grouchiness in an old cat; and Blackheart flicked his tail once – stirring up a leaf into the air. “Things have been quiet lately.” A bit of a good thing; it had taken him a long time to heal from the grievous injuries inflicted on him during the battle against Darkazure and Styx.
Yellow eyes glanced around the forlorn little training area, “Perhaps someday there will be new apprentices for the warriors to bring here.” |
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 29, 2009 22:16:43 GMT -5
Amberstar had surrounded herself with many trust issues. Though she remained to be clear thinking, and she forced herself to be non-judgemental, she had yet to come across another cat she had befriended as much as her two senior warriors. Goldenblaze's betrayal had put her on guard, and it was fortunate that Blackheart and Onyxdart had stuck by her side, or she may have lost her mind completely.
She had been devastated when Blackheart had collapsed on the journey home after the war. Often she forced herself not to think of the inevitable, that someday he would, but she had thanked Starclan dozens of times over that they had chosen to keep him here with her. Afterall, who would keep her Clan in line as well as her deputy did.
Starclan... It was a thing she forcefully believed in. She was a faithful leader, and she guarded the Warrior Code with all her lives she possessed. Starclan had taken her daughter away before her eyes as punishment, hadn't they? She still had a son that thrived, but her second punishment was to never see him, to only guess that Kestrel treated him well, and he was doing his clan and his mother proud. But oh, sometimes she wished she hadn't the responsibilities of a leader... Was she so selfish, so heartless that she wanted kits of her own, with the tom she adored? Could Starclan truly judge her if she did?
NO.
How could she be thinking thoughts like that? She was leader. She pledged herself, she made an agreement, and that was her price to pay. She hadn't intended to bear kits those seasons ago, she was an honest, hard-working cat.
Things have been quiet lately. Her mind was distracted as a leaf fluttered to land delicately on her tail, and she launched it back into the air, where it fell gracefully to the earth. She reached out a paw with quick reflexes to hit the leaf. Why couldn't all things land so gently, and not hit the ground so hard? She smiled in spite of herself; it was such an apprentice-like thought and action, and it thoroughly enjoyed her.
Perhaps someday there will be new apprentices for the warriors to bring here. What if they were ours? She asked distractedly. It was 3 hearbeats later she realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud, and her entire body froze and tensed, and she looked up to stare into the distance, her muscles coiled like springs.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 29, 2009 23:57:24 GMT -5
Blackheart should not have left that battleground alive. Perhaps he, more then any other feline, understood that simple fact, having stood at the boundaries between this waking world and Starclan, looking in at the clan cats who had come and gone before him. He had spoken little of that time when it hadn’t been known if he would live or not, or what he may or may not have seen.
Hell. Everyone just didn’t even want to get on the crabby old tom’s bad side. Greed did so once, and the devious tom ended up on solitary night patrol duty for weeks and that seemed to have proven to be a valuable lesson for everyone else.
And there weren’t many kits around to try his patience, or lack there of, anymore, so he had simply settled into the monotonous existence.
In truth, the tom was about to settle there and even doze off, when the leader beside him spoke again. It didn’t quite clock what she had asked, not really until she stiffened beside him. Those yellow eyes, which had slowly been closing, opened completely and the tom rose to his paws, stepped back one step away from Amberstar and simply stared at her.
She hadn’t asked that. She hadn’t.
Blackheart allowed a moment to pass, another. Another. She was looking as if something off in the distance was very very interesting, perhaps wishing to dissolve into the ground below her for asking that, and…well, he didn’t know what to say. There was a duel of conflicting emotions in his eyes, but the taciturn tom kept his silence…barely.
Instead, he more carefully chose his words, just in case the both of them might be mistaking, “Ours, Amberstar? Are you sure you are ready to even so much as consider such a step?” Aw hell, he didn’t know what he dared to hope she answer with. |
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 30, 2009 0:30:37 GMT -5
I meant our apprentices, our apprentices! Somebody else's kits, our kits, NO, the apprentices, the.... Argh... She had slipped sideways for a brief moment as Blackheart left her side, and she did all she could to look anywhere but at him. Flustered, she began trying to cover herself up, the most the naturally collected leader had ever lost face. Hopelessly, she buried her muzzle and face into the depths of her pawpads with a meek whine, the fur along her spine sticking straight up in a harried manner.
Perhaps even moreso than her fear of what Starclan had decided to do, was her fear that their friendship, quiet and mutual as it was, would be ruined. She would rather have all the power of the heavens above smite her where she stood than have his strong and immovable friendship disappear, just as it had when he stood up. In fact, she would rather have been struck by lightning if it meant she would never have said those words.
.... But did she really? Amberstar, more than almost anything, wanted kits, wanted to give that gift to Blackheart, wanted to live a normal live. Did she regret being leader of Treeclan? She had never been more proud of any cat than her clan, and she would never want to give that up. But the life had grown steadily quieter, and proved to her... Why not?
After those several breaths, she took a deep breath and raised her head, still looking at her paws. Now to channel some dignity back to her. I... Yes, Blackheart. It's something I've given plenty of thought to... More so than any sane cat should have. It's something I've wanted for a long while now. But... She grew quieter, closing her eyes, trying to stop the world from swirling around her.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 30, 2009 1:59:59 GMT -5
Wow.
Blackheart had been deftly lost with one fell swoop as Amberstar, for the first time in all the time they had chanced to know each other, became flustered and did everything she could to play off her words, fumbling over what she had to say. The old deputy’s eyes narrowed and he tilted his head slightly to the side, attempting to put everything scattered back together.
There wasn’t…really anything he knew, even in his vast life, that could break through the strength of their friendship. He was a solid pillar; tried his damnest for the entire clan…let alone the strength he strived to keep for her alone. A tom of his age normally would have stepped down long before and retired to the elder’s den, especially after terribly sustained wounds – but he did not.
Instead, the old tom simply waited.
He allowed for the young leader to gather herself, her thoughts and her feelings, and instead took a glance around. One day, he wouldn’t be able to see the training ground again, and a part of him wanted to remember it as it was now. Amberstar was speaking then, one ear swiveled to listen to her words carefully. “…but?” He edge slightly, attempting to nudge her on. Perhaps she would pull forth a valid reason for them to not logically do this.
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 31, 2009 0:28:08 GMT -5
Amberstar remained quiet for several moments, swaying slightly where she even lay. She closed her eyes, and colors swam before her eyes, swirling and clouding her mind. She was growing slightly dazed with the turn of events this quiet evening had turned into.
As if a white light blazed through the dazing colors that began to cloud her mind, it ate through the hues, making her regain her equilibrium and allow her to think straight. Alright, step one.
Step two. She rose to her paws, her legs threatening to give way underneath her, but she managed to keep her natural balance enough to look up at Blackheart, golden-amber eyes blazing in the usual way they did. Breathe in, breathe out, and she regained her train of thought.
And now, the hard part... Step three. Blackheart She said softly, slowly, but firmly. She had to keep herself focused, maybe not even to convince him, but she wanted him to understand, and at least try and keep him there as her friend, companion, and Deputy.
Kits are something i've wanted for a long time. Coppersong is gone, Farwing serves under Risingclan's name. You already said it's been quiet lately. Treeclan can use more apprentices. And... Would it be so wrong if it were ours? She questioned.
She loved her kits, even if it was fathered by the wrong male. But with Blackheart, it would be a different story. A different life, a new beginning.
Afterall, I love you. But she dared not say it out loud.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 31, 2009 1:09:24 GMT -5
Unhurriedly defiant, the grumpy old cat pinned his ears back against his skull; watching as his good friend finally seemed to gather herself completely, rising to her paws and looking at him. A part of him wanted him to turn around and walk away right then and there, before she could even speak, and for everything to just remain as it was. It demanded it.
However he remained shock still, legs stiff with hackles raised, and stared at the younger leader. She was speaking; Blackheart registered her words although he, at first, stated nothing concerning them…not until she finished, at least.
“I could name a hundred different things as to that being wrong.” He started, yellow gaze unblinking and steady. “As could you.” It was forbidden for a clan leader to give birth to offspring…much less fathered by her own deputy. What sort of punishment would Starclan crash down for such transgressions? “But…if that is what you want, Amberstar, then who am I to forbid it?”
Well, it was the closest to an agreement that she would ever get out of the old tom. His gaze flicked upward for just a second, almost expecting to be smote upon for breaking the code, but the serenity of the area remained completely unbroken.
Whatever Starclan’s punishment may be…I will burden it all.
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 31, 2009 2:07:13 GMT -5
Amberstar, even as a warrior, even as an apprentice, even as a kit, had never been known to back down. That also included Blackheart. She was, perhaps, the only cat who could stand up to the big black tom without getting repurcussions, and living to tell the tale. To the passing cat, he might have looked intimidating with his legs locked in place and his hackles blazing along his spine. But Amberstar had to trust her instinct and her trust to him to know he would never attack her, or do something drastic. If he'd walked away, she'd be completely torn apart.
Fortunately, it didn't come to that. I could name a hundred different things as to that being wrong; As could you. She lowered her head to look at the moss covered ground at her paws. I know.. She murmured, her voice low with shame. This was a ridiculous idea she'd had, of course. So ashamed as she was of herself, so filled with self-loathing... But…if that is what you want, Amberstar, then who am I to forbid it? Amberstar's eyes widened, and her ears softly twitched. Had she heard correctly? She slowly looked up to meet his eyes, hope and dread, shame and adoration, all sorts of emotions in those bright eyes. She said nothing, only dropped to her rump with a slight nod as she registered it to herself, looking down at her white paws. Thank you. Thank you... For what? Amberstar didn't know if it stood for one thing or for multiple things in those small words. Thanks for accepting it? Thanks for not tearing her apart for suggesting it, thanks for not abandoning the friendship they had? Thanks for everything? Quietly, she lay back down and rested her head on her paws, seeming to look into the distance. She was dazed again, but thinking clearly at least.
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Post by Blackheart on Jan 31, 2009 2:49:58 GMT -5
Repercussions were placing it kindly, but perhaps time within a clan and his growing age had calmed the fierce tom down to some extent. Maybe. Just slightly. In any case, Amberstar was the one cat to walk away from such a stance without sustaining great injury. Let alone more then once, but Blackheart would never attack her. Oh no, his loyalty ran far too deep for that, but it didn’t stop him from looking frumped and cross.
She had heard correctly, indeed.
Instead of responding to her thanks, Blackheart instead gave a slight nod and sat down himself – uneasy with the magnitude to what they had committed to yet unafraid of whatever the consequences may be. Instead, the old tom remained still, his sharp gaze keeping a careful watch on their surroundings; much like a fabled old knight protecting a princess of days of old.
“Whichever you do decide in the end, I’ll support.” Kits. His kits…it was such an odd thought to even consider wasn’t it? Kits that he didn’t have to worry about being eaten. Kits that he could actually see grown up, to help to guide, shape, and train. |
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Post by Amberstar on Feb 4, 2009 23:27:51 GMT -5
Amberstar, as well, seemed to be feeling the aftershocks of the conversation they had just had. It was too easy, almost. It was an idea she had battled with herself over, turning it over and looking at it from every angle and aspect. Though the Clan may not approve, though Blackheart still seemed incredulous over it, she was hopefully confident that it would all calm down in the end; she would have kits that Blackheart would be proud of, the Clan would accept them and help them and train them into warriors the Clan could rely on... Perhaps she was asking too much, but she could hope all she wanted.
She rolled over onto her back to look at Blackheart upside down, her long tail swishing through the undergrowth and sending up the leaves swirling into the air like a warm-colored rainbow. She regarded him calmly, sizing him up, trying to gleam what he was thinking at the moment.
Don't worry, Blackheart. They will be kits you can be proud of, you'll see. You can be a father She said with liquid amber eyes, shining on in the half-light, a hopeless devotion to him, and to the kits she could possibly mother someday. She would not regret her decision; she was jumping too far of a gap to look down. The most she could do was look at her destination and hope to Starclan her paws landed on solid ground.
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Post by Blackheart on Feb 5, 2009 0:09:39 GMT -5
This was….difficult to understand the true magnitude of it all. It was a decision, yes, much like the decisions that had to be made every day. However…it was something else entirely. It was something of massive proportions, mammoth in it’s depth…and Blackheart was simply having difficulty wrapping his mind entirely around it all. Kits. His kits…but they just weren’t his. They would be Amberstar’s too.
The old tom was uncertain what to do, but he turned his head to look at the she-cat when she spoke. Sometime, as he had tried to unravel the tangled strings in his mind, Amberstar had rolled over onto her back and was staring at him with shining eyes.
“Of course they’ll be.” The grumpy cat chanced a rare, ever slight, smile for that. “They’ll have you in their blood. They’ll be nothing less then amazing.” He didn’t have to say how much he wanted for this chance…and how much he had never expected to have it again. He was getting old, after all. His moons were fewer and fewer, although he refused to step down from his position and retire to the elder’s den. Call it overburdening pride. Call it whatever you wanted.
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Post by Goldenblaze on Feb 5, 2009 1:54:26 GMT -5
She idly swatted at the leaves swirling down around her head, blissful in the moment. Despite what she had agreed to.... Well... She wasn't looking down. She was looking up for the possibilities, the leaves floating down onto her white and amber chest and covered her body before she flicked them into the air again, the shadows moving and swirling from the leaves across her fur.
At his comment, she looked over at him so her head was against the forest floor, her chin in the air as she gave herself an upside down view of Blackheart and his once in a great chance smiles. She wasn't expecting the smile nor the comment, and her body flushed warm as if blushing. But she kept her expression neutral [if not a little shocked.]
Thank you..
They'll have some of you too, though She reminded him with a smile. Suddenly, the thought of a bunch of miniature grouchy Blackhearts with their miniature little grouchy-man canes flashed into her mind, and she couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't a quiet laugh she usually brandished at her Clan, it was a deep and giddy laugh, suddenly feeling a sense of vertigo as the feeling washed over her. She might be a mother. Blackheart might be a father.
They would be together.
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Post by Blackheart on Feb 5, 2009 2:42:17 GMT -5
Amberstar acting like a kit was just something else Blackheart was assuredly not accustomed to. In his memory the young leader hadn’t been known for random bouts of playfulness, however, he was almost tempted to join in the swirl of leaves.
…almost.
He would have liked to think it was the maturity that came from his age, and he played it off as such, however it was a stray leaf that in fact snapped him out of the meandered thought. Thrown up by the she-cat, it flicked to the side and smacked the deputy right in his face. Yellow eyes suddenly cross-eyed in a glare directed towards the errant leaf, ears pinned back, Blackheart pawed it away and grumbled out loud over it.
“Hm.” He finally uttered, casting a look on over at the silly-acting Amberstar before snorting. “Sure that’d be a good thing?” Okay, so his ill mood couldn’t last long with one look at her laughing loud and pure like that, but he gave a good effort in doing so…a good effort. He finally chose to make a face and give up, swishing a paw forward to send some leaves floating over in Amberstar’s direction.
“Just what the clan needs is more grouches.” Well…at least he knew what he was, right? |
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