Post by crunchycat on Feb 26, 2020 15:53:32 GMT
Turtlestrike was a naturally loud cat. It wasn't her fault, it was just the way she was born. From the day her mom let her out of the nursery, and into the camp, she was bounding up to anyone she could find and pestering them about a neat ladybug she found or the weird dream about the badger she had. When she became an apprentice, her mentor had tried to rein her in, to no avail. Her energy was often helpful, but ask any of the warriors in the clan, and they'd tell you she was a huge nuisance. Even when there was no one around to talk to, she'd talk to herself, making up stories in her head. In fact, no one had ever seen her keep quiet, not even her. At least, not until now.
Turtlestrike sat beneath a crooked tree, its bark curling up the branches. It’s leaves swung overhead in the soft wind, making dim patches of light dapple Turtlestrikes striped pelt. The sun was setting in the ocean, streaking the sky with beautiful colors, as wisps of cloud circled the golden sun. The sea glimmered with deep purple and gold, and waves folded over on the colors and rippled, like cloth. Turtlestrikes normally caramel pelt was tinted a deep shade of lilac, as was the tree and it’s leaves. Turtlestike looked at the sight, her pelt rippling in the light wind. She was unusually anxious, an emotion she was very unfamiliar with, and she tried to think about other things. Which, given the amazing sight, wasn’t too hard. She shifted her paws, crunching some small flowers underneath. When is he going to show up?
Her ears pricked up as she heard the unmistakable pad of paws on grass. She whirled around and smiled. “Hi, Turtlestrike!” Ryelight mewed at her, through her covering of leaves. “Come, join me in my clearing.” She sniggered, her eyes gleaming. He padded in and sat down. “So… what do you want to talk about?” He looked up at her expectantly. ‘I…” For the first time, she had nothing to say. She lay down beside Ryelight, and looked at the sunset. The tabby tom seemed to get the hint, and lay down next to her, leaning on her shoulder. The soft wind blew over their fur as the sun sank deeper into the ocean. A peaceful silence lay over the two of them. Stars twinkled overhead, and purple galaxies rippled and shimmered in the inky black sky.
Turtlestrike sighed happily, before bending down to pick up something she had been working on in the past silence. A flower crown, made out of the clovers beneath them, was strung together with stems. She picked it up and placed it on Ryelights head. He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with the galaxies, and touched his nose to hers. They both giggled, and then settled down once more to look at the galaxies above. Well… sometimes it is nice to be quiet.
Turtlestrike sat beneath a crooked tree, its bark curling up the branches. It’s leaves swung overhead in the soft wind, making dim patches of light dapple Turtlestrikes striped pelt. The sun was setting in the ocean, streaking the sky with beautiful colors, as wisps of cloud circled the golden sun. The sea glimmered with deep purple and gold, and waves folded over on the colors and rippled, like cloth. Turtlestrikes normally caramel pelt was tinted a deep shade of lilac, as was the tree and it’s leaves. Turtlestike looked at the sight, her pelt rippling in the light wind. She was unusually anxious, an emotion she was very unfamiliar with, and she tried to think about other things. Which, given the amazing sight, wasn’t too hard. She shifted her paws, crunching some small flowers underneath. When is he going to show up?
Her ears pricked up as she heard the unmistakable pad of paws on grass. She whirled around and smiled. “Hi, Turtlestrike!” Ryelight mewed at her, through her covering of leaves. “Come, join me in my clearing.” She sniggered, her eyes gleaming. He padded in and sat down. “So… what do you want to talk about?” He looked up at her expectantly. ‘I…” For the first time, she had nothing to say. She lay down beside Ryelight, and looked at the sunset. The tabby tom seemed to get the hint, and lay down next to her, leaning on her shoulder. The soft wind blew over their fur as the sun sank deeper into the ocean. A peaceful silence lay over the two of them. Stars twinkled overhead, and purple galaxies rippled and shimmered in the inky black sky.
Turtlestrike sighed happily, before bending down to pick up something she had been working on in the past silence. A flower crown, made out of the clovers beneath them, was strung together with stems. She picked it up and placed it on Ryelights head. He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with the galaxies, and touched his nose to hers. They both giggled, and then settled down once more to look at the galaxies above. Well… sometimes it is nice to be quiet.