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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 21, 2006 9:38:42 GMT -5
Firen ducked as Flintpelt shook water from his coat. When she saw the look on his face, the she-cat began to laugh. Firen had a beautiful laugh, it sounded like a brook giggling as it tripped over rocks, it sounded like sweet bells chiming, it sounded like all things sweet and lovely, but she never laughed. Perhaps if Firen understood how wonderful her laugh sounded, she might laugh morel
When she had finished laughing, Firen also shook away the water from her pelt. It flew away from her sparkling like diamonds in the sun. The firey she-cat sat down and began to groom her pelt. Firen glanced at Flintpelt's face, eyes twinkling in amusement and ducked her head, grinning broadly.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 21, 2006 11:50:49 GMT -5
Flintpelt's sheepish grin grew into a rather wide smile of joy as he saw that nothing was wrong, and his own laugh escaped his lips. It wasn't booming or low like most toms', but rather high-pitched and kittish. He couldn't help laughing. He felt so happy, because he'd gotten two friends, one whom he liked particularly, because it looked like they would stay his friends, because his life already seemed to be going uphill, but mainly because of Firen's laugh, so sweet and soft, like the song of a sparrow in early morning light. It filled him with more joy than any rushing water, cliff-like precipice or blooming flower, and made him want to express his own feelings to the world.
Flintpelt ducked in turn as a shower of droplets streamed from the firey she-cat's coat, and gave back her grin, showing his gleaming white teeth. It made quite a contrast compared to the stark-black fur of his maw, those twin rows of razor-sharp fangs curved up in a warm and friendly smile. His own eyes, red and greeny-blue, glinted with joy, the feeling intermixed with amusement and another, more subtle something deep in the confines of his heart, which he couldn't really identify. He felt too happy to take much notice of it, anyway.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 21, 2006 12:11:23 GMT -5
Firen blinked in happiness. This was the first time she had had fun with another Clan cat. She slid to the ground and stretched out, basking in the warmth of the sun. She looked around, ears swiveling to take in the scene around them. She didn't notice the confusing feelings that were shining in Flintpelt's eyes. Firen asked, "Now what?" She watched Flintpelt curiously, what did he do after a good thunderstorm? The she-cat watched Flintpelt and heard his laugh and something warmed in her heart towards the tom. She didn't know what, and she didn't care at this moment. Later, though, she would ask herself what she felt towards the tom. Firen lay stretched out on the ground, tail curled gracefully around her paws as she waited for Flintpelt's answer. ((Bleurgh! , that was pretty sloppy.))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 21, 2006 14:22:26 GMT -5
((Actually, that's wayyyy better than some of the confusing stuff I can think up xD))
The barred tom stiffled his laughter in a silver-shod paw, eyes closed as he desperately tried to get his breath back. He opened them again when he had taken control over his lungs, and gazed over at Firen, now stretched out on the ground to warm herself in the sun's bright rays. He watched her for a few moments, his smile now lessened to one of simple warmth and joy. Even a grin would not equal the feeling in the slightly up-curved corners of his maw.
Firen asked a question. It seemed to echo in his ears, infiltrate his mind and jump around through his thoughts. He waited a second, mulling over his answer, and quietly replied to the inquiry. "I don't know. I think I'll hunt. I always hunt after a good, rainy storm. It clears the mind." His voice was almost a whisper as he said those things, for he thought of how great he would feel if Firen gave him the honor of coming with him to hunt. They would probably make a lethal pair. A she-cat made of fire and a tom that could hide in shadows. Yes, a lethal pair. Lethal and perfect.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 22, 2006 9:17:14 GMT -5
Firen looked up, interest in her eyes. "Can I come with you?" she asked, getting to her feet and stretching. She'd hunt even if Flintpelt said she couldn't come, but something in her wanted her to beg to hunt with the tom. Not that Firen would ever beg.
She she-cat gave her ruffled chest fur a quick lick, then looked over at the tom, her golden pools questioning. "Can I?" she repeated.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 22, 2006 12:55:16 GMT -5
The striped tom's ears shot up at Firen's question, and his whiskers quivered as a grin of pure delight swept the dreamy look he had away. "Of course!" he exclaimed, voice a bit squeaky from his constricted throat. Blushing, he coughed, and repeated his reply. "Of course." Red eye glinting like a flame born anew, green orb still that same, calm, cool shade of blue-speckled moss, he picked himself up and stood on all four of his silver-shod feet. Barred tail curled high over his rump in an elegant curve, and whiskers shivered as the soft, cold breath of the wind blew over his ebony muzzle. Raven ear flicked, as if in agreement with his statement, towards the trees bordering the camp. "Shall we go now?" he inquired, eyebrows raised in simple question. One sterling paw raised to his blotched sandy brown chest, tail now straight out behind him as it steadied his pose, he turned in the direction his ear had pointed, face still directed towards the firey she-cat's gaze. He was ready to shoot forth like a bullet, so different from his usual lazy self, but still wait for Firen if the need aroused.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 22, 2006 13:00:15 GMT -5
Firen's whiskered trembled in delight. Without a second thought, she bolted away, brushing Flintpelt's shoulder with her tail as she did so. "Can't catch me!" she called over her shoulder at the tom. They were going to be hunting, but that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun.
The wilfire in the form of a cat whisked through the forest, leaping agiley of boulders and fallen tree trunks. But so skillfully did the she-cat weave in and out of the ferns and slide under branches, that she left scarcely a trace of which direction she went. All that Flintpelt could follow was her scent.
((Where do you want to go? I'll post at Sunningrocks.))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 22, 2006 13:15:52 GMT -5
((Okee. be there as soon as I post.))
As Firen passed him swiftly, touching his shoulder lightly with her flaming tail, he shivered in joy. A grin overcoming his face once again, he called to her, already far in front of him, as his paws hit the earth with force.
"I can, and I will!"
Kicking up the camp's dust at first, and then seeming to glide over the ground as he took speed, the striped tom cleared any obstacle in his path with a single easy leap, continuing on the she-cat's trail like a cat after a mouse. Except that these were two cats, two cats with mutual feelings, and they were not hunting each other.
Even though scent was the only thing the lean male could go by now, Firen's rich and sweet aroma filled his nostrils and fired up his muscles with renewed energy. He ran on and on, paws hardly lifting a single clod of wet, sticky mud from the clinging ground, weaving and shifting around bracken and trees like water around a rock. just as Firen had done moments before. The chase had begun.
((Gotta go eat. Will reply to other threads soon.))
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