honeyheart
RiverClan
Posts: 2 
Rank: Warrior
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom
Played By: Aubergine
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Post by honeyheart on Jul 1, 2015 23:09:52 GMT -5
Honeyheart didn’t like being alone often. He was shy, but that didn’t stop the cat from adoring his clanmates and wanting to curl up next to them on lazy days or groom away the dirt that clung from patrols. Still, sometimes he needed alone time, even if the cat would rather not be. But the thoughts curling up in his head, making his throat choke when he looked at them because there was something threading its fingers through his mind and bringing up such terrible things. It was times like that he needed to get away, to drag his paws from Riverclan territory and find somewhere to curl up.
Of course, the tom was and would always be a creature of habit. Even if he felt the need to get away, he ended up back in the same place. Honeyheart supposed that was a good thing, because it made it easier to find him if something went terribly wrong, which they probably would sometime. He didn’t really think of himself as paranoid- just a realist. After all, things had to go bad sometimes and pretending they wouldn’t would just mean everything hurt more in the end.
But right now, he wasn’t going to think about hurt. That was why Honeyheart had let himself be carried to the outcropping where the strange not-tree reached up towards the sky, paws scrabbling over the rocks wetted by sea spray. The Riverclan warrior’s long fur had begun to dampen already, though he didn’t much mind. Though he may not have been the greatest swimmer his clan had ever seen, he was used to being soaked to the bone and the muggy heat of Greenleaf made the cool water a welcome relief.
Honeyheart leapt off of the slick rocks and shook himself off as he turned in a tight circle, trampling down the long grass that grew alongside the old, crumbling lighthouse. It was a private sort of place, full of childish superstition that still made his fur prick up sometimes. Tales of the spirits of loners haunting the abandoned building were for kits, he reminded himself, even if he moved to give the stone structure a wider berth.
Okay, maybe he was a little bit paranoid. But just a tiny bit!
The tomcat stretched out before curling up on cracked paving stones that laid in front of the building, not minding terribly that he wasn’t well hidden. There weren’t a lot of people that came around here, and that suited him alright at this time. Honeyheart paused. Okay, it suited him…a little alright. Even though he’d only been away for a few moments, a pang of loneliness grappled at him. “I’m kind of pathetic, aren’t I?” He huffed, cleaning his paw and making a face at the taste of salt. |
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tailscratch
Clanless
Posts: 2
Rank: loner
Age: 26
Gender: male
Played By: crescendo
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Post by tailscratch on Jul 1, 2015 23:51:26 GMT -5
tailscratch
i don't wanna hear all the liars, i just wanna be with my own
Wakefulness brought Tailscratch, a crippling thirst, and the cat made his way toward the opening of the Lighthouse. There was a stumble to his pawsteps that belied how tired he was--or perhaps how weak he was. The cat had been walking for quite some time, you see. Had been traveling with very little in the way of food save for scraps of carrion (which had made him ill) and a few scrawny mice he'd been merely lucky to catch. Hunting in the wilds was so different from what it had been back home that Tailscratch wasn't entirely certain he'd live for much longer. Oh well, there were worse ways to die than starvation yes?
A twitch of his whiskers, and the cat was gnawing at his tail with the sort of exhaustion that suggested extreme routine. He sneezed, nose tickled by the dried mud and dust on his matted pelt. This elicited a disgruntled mutter from the cat, and he redoubled his efforts before lifting his head up with an abrupt jerk and staggering for the opening.
Sunlight dazzled the filthy cat for a brief moment as he stepped outside. The rush of sea water roared in his ears, and he twitched them uncomfortably--disliked the sound of it. Too natural, too powerful, too like endless whispering in the ears to be comfortable. "It's strange water, don't you know? Strange water, not for drinking."
The tom spoke as though speaking to someone else, in a quiet parched voice that was barely above a mutter. His ears twitched at the sound of a distant meow and he peered along the flattened grasses and pricked his ears. Had his pelt not been absolutely slathered with dried mud it might have prickled up at the sight of the other cat. As it were, it was slicked flat to his body. For a moment Tailscratch remained still, staring in disbelief from his spot in the mouth of the lighthouse.
"It's another! A cat! One of us!" Tailscratch whispered reverently. As though he'd discovered a treasure, instead of another being entirely. This was unsurprising, he hadn't seen others in so long. So long it ached, and his ears had captured words. True, cat-spoken words. Not whispers from Spirits with starry pelts that tried yowling at him in his dreams, telling him he had failed them he was sure. Tailscratch always ran from them.
But he bounded toward this cat, or tried to. The poor thing staggered after two steps, and settled for an awkward gait. His tail lifted above his filthy head, and he yowled--delighted, desperately delighted to see another. "Another! Hello another, greetings, salutations! A stranger, a cat--please do not go. No fleeing for starlit places and shaded areas, Tailscratch has not seen another in so long."
He had to stop, trembling, before he even reached the cat. He was out of breath, his low energy reserves already spent.
notes: im sorry honeyheart you go to relax and you get a gross cat who hasn't seen anybody and is way too excited to meet you ;A;
wc: 488
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