Sunning Herself (Spideh, or someone post here!)

[Brightriver]

Brightriver was laying on the sunning rocks, the sun beating strongly down on her pelt. No longer was she worried about what had happened with Hazelpaw, she admitted death was a natural cycle and she had to accept it. But all the same, she felt lonely. The reason? Well, she really did not have many cats to share thoughts with, just talk for no apparent reason. Brightriver did not really have that, she really only trusted and knew Sunpelt. But she had not talked with her in sometime, and she missed that. Why would there not be a reason to? But why was Brightriver worrying about all this just now? Shouldn't she be just enjoying the sun like she should? But all the same, she had to miss having someone to talk to. What she wouldn't give for that, to perhaps have it once again. Brightriver sighed soflty to herself as she looked out at the rippeling water across the RiverClan border. What would it be like to be in RiverClan? Perhaps it was better there. She shook her head, cursing to herself silently. How could she be thinking that? Brightriver was loyal to ThunderClan, and ThunderClan alone. Nothing would change that....would it?
Well, frankly, she wasn't exaclty sure herself what answer that would be. But this was certainlly boring, a perfect day and no one to share it with whatsover. She couldn't see how Sunpelt coped with being lonley for so long. It was a hollow and forbidding feeling, seemingly on you and you alone could understand. Brightriver lay her head down on her paws, turning her eyes up to the sky, as if half expecting StarClan to drop a sign right in front of her nose. She couldn't help but wonder, what happened in StarClan. Did they have some of the same problems? That could hardly be possible as there were no Clans up there, they were one. She wondered what it would be like if there were no longer four clans. It would be strange, but perhaps for the better. But that was an impossible fantasy, that should be thrown away as quick as crowfood.
Brightriver rolled around on the Sunningrocks like an impatient kit. Indeed she was impatient, impatient for someone to perhcance come along and begin to talk to her. That wasn't much to ask for, was it? That was a normal thing most cats did. And Brightriver, by most cats standards, was normal. Memories came flashing back when Brightlight had come in her dreams to deliver a message of ominous doom to all the clans unless she did something. She supposed that partially she had saved the clans, but Hazelpaw had sacrificed herself. She shrugged off the memories, trying to forget. That was over, Brightriver expected she would never recive any messages from her great grandmother again. She was no medicine cat, so there was no reason for her to. In some ways she was envious of medicine cats, in other ways not. They could never fall in love, never have kits. Once again the empty feeling of lonliness loomed over her like a dark shadow.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

[Beautiful post, Brighteh. Truly beautiful. And great length :33 I think it's yer record, no?]

And then, as if on cue in a theatre room, another feline entered the scene.
The she-cat wasn't that hard to notice. Her coat, colored a flaming orange and streaked with different shades of brown and yellow along with lengthy crimson stripes [like dashes of blood smeared onto the smooth surface of a leaf], stood outclearly against the background of dark, healthy green plants. Bushes, grass, the old loam from last leaf-fall, the high-up canopy of the deciduous and pine trees, the dark, mysterious brown of hundreds of trunks locked into their earthy beds and the faint, shimmering shafts of sunlight that managed to breach the thick wall of leaves contributed to a beautiful, exotic, and yet strangely oppressive picture behind the strange female. A slight smirk adorned her tangerine-hued maw, the curve of her eyebrows expressing her constant feeling of scorn she felt for this place, the Clans, and most cats in general, though these two simple details, unlike the general form of her slim figure, were nearly inexistent as she hid them behind a translucid mask of indifference. Her paws, their wrists encircled in a strange ridge of raised fur, once again rose and fell, sending volutes of dry dust from the ground to drift through the air as she padded softly forwards, approaching Brightriver ever more with each step.
Finally, when she had nearly reached the flat stones that Clan felines had baptised the Sunning Rocks, she let her maw open, sounds slipping into the calm silence to fill the air with mewed words.
"Hello, Brightriver. Nice day, ain't it?"

[Augh I've got no inspiration at the moment. I spent it all on a post in the NightClan camp.]

[Brightriver]

[Thankees.
*bows deeply*]
Brightriver jolted up and let out a slight growl. But when she saw it was just Soul she let the hair on the back of her neck relax. What was she thinking? Just Soul? Brightriver just didn't really like her. She seemed....a bit to....strange. But it would idiotic on her part to turn down another cat's company even if it was Soul. "Hello Soul, yes, indeed it is a nice day," She streached, and lay back down on the sunning rocks.
She cocked her head to one side, listiening for sounds coming from the river. Brightriver looked up at the sky still studing it closly, even though it was nowhere near nightfall. It was only noon. Sometimes she wished she didn't have long fur. Sometimes it made her hot in Greenleaf. But Brightriver knew her coloring and coat of fur she got from Brightlight. She had pretty much forgotten about that Fox, whatever. Done, and done. She was pretty bored, there wasn't much to do. Soul was fairly good company, but not the best.
[Bwah, I've lost all RPing muse for some reason.]

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

The strange female shot a swift grin in Brightriver's direction, almost as if she was agreeing with the statement of this last, and then sat herself down beside the stones, crimson-streaked tail twitching from side to side as she watched her Clanmate [Ha. What a stupid expression.] direct her gaze back to the bright robin's egg blue heavens. However, the quick flash of gleaming, ivory white serrated fangs had nothing that might have been gentle, compassionate, understanding, or any other adjective that most Clan cats used to describe the less temperamental of their kind, and would rather have been described as savage, sly, secretive, menacing, or even plain evil.
Or it could have been a trick of the light, playing on the lethally sharp tips of the rock-hard objects inside those two jawfulls of killer canines.
A thought twisted and wriggled itself into Soul's mind, and her constantly confident and scornful smile gained a twist to its edge that was in no way of good omen. Vermilion skull turned to face the long-furred feline nearby for the second time, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive position as lids slowly slid over those two frozen chips of eyes, covering them halfway in a strange expression of curious malevolence as her maw opened once more to let the words of her speech into the silence which had once again settled on the pair [an interesting detail, since Soul usually pushed all tentatives of small talk away].
"So... tell me what's bothering you."
She had noticed the way Brightriver kept on staring up at the sky as if she was praying to StarClan, and wasn't about to let go a chance like this to learn some secrets. No 'is something bothering you' nor 'what's wrong, Brightriver' would ever come from her. They gave too much chance for the other to say 'nothing' or 'it's nothing', and the twisted feline sure didn't want that. Make them scream it all out. And then you'd have an advantage over them. If she ever got an apprentice, that would be what she would teach him or her. Preferably a she-cat. Toms were never great at hiding their feelings, according to what she had seen.

[Brightriver]

Brightriver flicked her ears back close to her skull, whipping around once more to face Soul, an agry expression plastered onto her face. She tried to relaxe, as she looked over the malicious looking she-cat. How could such a creature be named soul? It seemed unbeffiting of her. Not a name meant to be worn by such a strange cat. But there was no way getting out of this question as far as Brightriver was concerned. It would be just easier to answer this simple question. She cocked her head to one side and opened her maw, the words slipping put easily,"I've just been a bit lonley lately, that's all," She shrugged, and looked back at the sky. Her bright yellow eyes were staring at it, unblinking not caring wheather Soul was still behind her. She began to lick her waves of orange and yellow flaming fur, grooming it neatly, she always was a neat cat. There was nothing wrong with it, of course, unless you were overly neat. That was a fault some cats had, and she could see that Soul certainlly did not have it.
Once she was done grooming, she turned back into her postion to staring at the sky. She was not sure why she was doing this, but it made her feel safe for some reason. More secure, more...close to her ansestores. It was quite stramge really. By just watching Brightriver, and watching her what she did, she did not seem like a cat that would care very much about StarClan or ansestery. But strangely enough, Brightriver cared. It was just one of those quirks most cats had. She just supposed Soul's quirk was just being a strange and unsual cat. But no cat could be blamed for their personality. It was how they were born, and there was not really any way to change it.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Soul waited patiently, a not-so-amiable smile pasted onto her scornful features, as she stared openly at the other she-cat, relishing the momentary expression of anger that Brightriver had shown right after she had spoken her question out loud into the silence [which was interrupted only by the lengthy babble of the endless river nearby and the exasperating chitter and chirping of a group of sparrows nestled high in a tree]. This meant, of course, that the long-furred female did not want the streaked feline to inquire about this particular topic, or else that she was angry that she would have to answer to the fargging question, not being able to find a way out of it that was acceptable enough for the strange she-cat to put the matter away [even though this had never happened once in the sly femme's life, she wasn't going to let it either].
However, the expression soon disappeared, and Brightriver tipped her head to the side, the words already slipping into the air, giving her reply. Then a shrug shook her shoulders upwards, and back down towards the stone she was laying on, before her gaze fixed itself onto the sky again.
Soul rolled her pale blue eyes inside their sockets, signifying her exsperation, though she made sure the other female was not looking too closely at her actions as she did so. If Brightriver had been paying careful attention to the other feline, she would have seen that not a single note of annoyance could be seen inside the hard ice of her oculars, and that a flash of victory actually appeared inside the orange tabby's orbs before vanishing once more.
What an idiot. I just know that she's hiding something... and I'm going to find out what.
"Cummon, tell me. It's more than that."
Soul had turned her head as she mewed this out loud, hiding the grin she was unable to lessen from Brightriver's sight. She seemed to be staring now in the direction of the twittering birds, even though her ears were not pricked, and not a single tension except for the one in her features could be seen inside her. Quite a strange cat, yes, but no less cunning.

[Brightriver]

[Gahhh...it's been to long I say, to long! *grabs Spideh and squeezes her tightly* Sorry, busy *cough* school *cough busy on other sites. *cough*]
Brightriver whirled around angry once again, for a split second she unsheathed and sheathed her claws. But once more gained control of her temper. "Well, I suppose that I have been yearning for more than company. You know....just answers to things that seem unanswerable," this time she did not turn away from Soul, but her mind indeed drifted from her.
There were more important things to be doing than hanging around with a weird cat named Soul of all things. The blanket of night hadn't even covered the forest, and she still was wanting it to come, because she wanted to see Silverpelt. She was startled by a loud rustling from the underbrush and a large cat bolted out, chasing a pheasant. It was Shenandoah, that annoying loud cat who despised loners and rogues. As the dimwitted bird got away from Shenandoah, she sat back down, licking the fur on her chest, and she looked up surprised to see Brightriver and Soul. The chesnut cat was splattered with swirls of black stripes, and some white.
"Hey Brightriver, Soul! What a surprise to see you two about here. I just saw this big pheasant and I saw you two!" Shenandoah swagered over to both of of the cats as she uttered her booming words.
Brightriver clenched her ivories together wishing this cat of all cats had not come. I'd take anyone over Shenandoah right now, even Soul! Brightriver slapped a paw to her fore head, then switched her gaze to the robin blue sky, acting as if she hadn't thought or done anything. But she couldn't make Soul supicious, so once more her blazing green gaze was turned to the two other cats. One strange, one annoying. This was her lucky day!