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Post by Aether on May 19, 2020 23:10:31 GMT
Morning that steps into light - Morning and black -
Perched on a boulder with her head lifted to the sky, Morning looked to the stars with a focused expression. Her amber eyes shimmering with the reflection of the white orbs. It had been a few moons since they had arrived and while most others had settled in quite easily, the molly was having a bit of trouble.
The last thing Morning ever thought she would have to go through during this exhausting journey was an entire change in custom and nearly everything she had believed in beforehand. She didn't quite know if she was still looking up at Starclan or now the Tribe of Endless Hunting. Though she was eager to stay close to Black and the kits, she couldn't help but wonder if she actually would be able to be comfortable here.
It was an entire change of pace, from a warrior to now a water-wader? She'd felt like it would be easier because she was a hunter who didn't quite mind water, but she longed for the trees back home. the warm nest that she had where she could fall asleep and then be woken by the soft sunlight filtering in on her pelt in the mornings.
The clans were her home, but now the tribe is. She shook the sorrow from her mind, the molly knew that she could change, and though she might not be able to give up her belief in Starclan, Morning would try her hardest to make this place home to her.
Unfortunately now, she happened to be so lost in thought that she didn't quite notice the silver tom that had approached her. |
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Post by littlewing on May 20, 2020 21:36:31 GMT
  | ♡♡ Black ♡♡ Tribe ♡♡ Range-Guard ♡♡ 40 ♡♡
Black’s form stood, well, black against the deep blue and charcoal-painted surroundings that he walked through. His assemblage of stripes worked like camouflage, flickering between different shades of gray with each slow step. A location had never really felt like home to him, especially with the multitude of environments he had lived in during the past; and these mushroom-filled grounds felt the same. Not quite home yet. Familiar faces of a seemingly lost childhood helped him ease into this unfamiliar territory a lot easier than say, his kits or Morning, did. He worried less for his kits, as they had heard him recount tales of tribe life during many cold nights, nestled up against their father’s thick fur. Morning, on the other hand, must have been going through some serious whiplash. He shared a similar feeling, or at least believed he did, as a cat who had to do the same dance twice before.
She sat not too far from him, her sunny pelt dulled a soft shade of blue by the clear night sky. Black approached her, his tail hovering right above the mossy rocks he tread over. Right before their great journey, the two had expressed feelings towards each other, albeit very awkwardly so. Most of it was nonverbal, as Black wasn't very… forthcoming with his feelings. He had toyed around with the idea of romance in the past, but he was either too busy or his heart was not in the right place. As moons passed, he became more mature, more in touch with his feelings, and this time around, everything felt all right. What else could a cat ask for in a relationship besides the feeling of pure security? Black was a fan of the routine, and his life proved to be anything but stable. He had spent the majority of his life excruciating over the past, but when he looked into Morning’s soft gaze, he saw something else: a future.
As to not alarm her, Black scuffled his paws against the stones a bit louder so she’d hopefully hear his advance.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked in a hushed tone, looking up to see where her own eyes were aimed.
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Post by Aether on May 26, 2020 20:07:57 GMT
Morning that steps into light - Morning and Black -
Alarmed by the sudden presence, Morning took her gaze and planted it on the tom, eventually recognizing his broad features against the darkness.
"Blackmoo-" She caught herself before readdressing in a softer tone, "Black." She felt her pelt heat up and turned her head back to the shimmering night sky, curling her soft bronze tail around her paws.
Though, with the silver tom now next to her the molly almost instantly felt calmer, the fur along her spine settled and her gaze softened. Their earlier conversations before the journey confirming both sides feeling's for the other were still fresh in her mind, and his words replayed every time Morning saw him. As she recalled, the encounters were a bit awkward, but the molly never minded. That's how those things usually went... Right?
She was endlessly reassured by the little ones though, they always seemed to be scheming something up for the both of them to get caught into together. The little siblings were always up to silly plans. Yet Morning loved spending time with them, and they were growing up so fast too! Already well past apprentice aged! Well, To-Bes now.
Flickering her half-lidded gaze back to him, she nodded. "Unfortunately." Her snowy white paws began pawing at the small stones beneath her. "You too?" |
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Post by littlewing on May 29, 2020 17:39:17 GMT
| | ♡♡ Black ♡♡ Tribe ♡♡ Range-Guard ♡♡ 40 ♡♡
He lowered himself into a seated position next to Morning, flicking his tail over hers in greeting momentarily before letting it relax behind him. The timing of their initial confessions was a bit clumsily placed, and he still felt like he didn’t have definite closure on the topic. His own words at the time were cryptic at best:
“I… like being around you.” Black found himself cringing over what he had said in the past. What in Starclan did that even mean? He wasn’t fond of mulling over his own feelings, and this whole relationship thing was new to him. As a younger cat, he didn’t even dare to cross over into romantic territory lines. He was too focused on duties that he owed to his tribe or clan. Now that he was out of the limelight, day-to-day chores felt like retirement compared to his former commitments.
”I got used to splitting up my sleep schedule,” he explained. “Half in the night and half in the day. Kestrel always stays up too late and I didn’t want her to be alone,” Black found a chuckle escaping out of his closed mouth, stifled by his lips. Echoes of never-ending story-times in an attempt to make his rambunctious daughter fall asleep rang in his ears.
Maybe she couldn’t sleep due to adjusting pains? It wouldn’t hurt to ask.
”How are you doing?” Feeling a bit more acclimatized?”
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