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Post by Aria on Jan 23, 2022 22:49:34 GMT -6
Driftfeather - Warrior - App - Lichenclan Art By Cat Marker and Owl
It had been a few weeks since Mothshine's rejection and Driftfeather was still a mess. He wasn't surprised she fallen for his sister given however everyone to someone extended like her or knew of her unlike him. Flurrystorm was the star child and family favorite something he never was. But that was besides the point the he had more important duties and plans to remain comp up over dead feelings and shattered dreams. He had find out who the rebels were in Lichenclan and join their cause.
That was one of few things that gave him purpose in his life as Lichenclan didn't feel like a home and being honest with himself he never more like an outsider. Hmm! Paroling along the borders the color-point could feel the tension even if no know was present. The war was taking it's troll on both sides. Redwoodclan has suffer as much as Lichenclan was. He hoped one day it come to an end.
The tom sighed looking down at his paws feeling snow in between his toes. There was a time Leaf- bare was peace. As a kit Driftfeather played with his sister under their mother's watchful in the white stuff. They were close without a care in the world and look how much has changed now. Now he felt nothing like short of a monster. You are a-. Shut up. With a sigh he moved along the borders the last thing he wanted was for his demons to fester up again.
After a while he caught the scent of something sweet in the air. Driftfeather's curiosity got the better of him so the young tom followed the scent like a bear to honey. Oh! A calico! He tiled his head to the side. No doubt the dame was from redwoodclan but she didn't seem hostile maybe it was the fact she didn't see him yet. "Um..." Well now she likely noticed him. Driftfeather cleared his throat nervously hopefully she wasn't one of those bad temperamental cat. "Hello. You're a redwoodclanner right?"
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COMMENTS : enjoy broken yet nervous drift.
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Post by sloth on Apr 30, 2022 9:54:55 GMT -6
Clovershade hadn’t expected to find herself alongside the Lichenclan border and yet her feet had found her there on one of her daily walks. More and more the she-cat had become absent-minded, lost to her thoughts and paying no mind to her wandering until some outside force impeded her daydreaming. Her trip had started as a journey in search of prey, the press of leaf-bare always nipping at her heels and forcing her to venture farther from home than usual in search of anything she could bring back to her clan. Most of the time Clovershade stuck to the secure shadows of the great redwood forest; however, snow blanketed the ground everywhere she looked.
While early in her wanderings she found a small vole, thoughts of catching birds directed her feet elsewhere until at last she found herself looking out onto Lichenclan territory. With a surprised blink, Clovershade realized just how far she’d traveled and frowned, suddenly feeling insecure and exposed out in the open. She was about to turn back when the chirp of a cat greeted her arrival. Immediately the calico lowered herself to the ground, unsure how the Lichenclanner would react to seeing her on their hotly contested border. Not one for fighting, Clovershade would much rather turn tail and dart into the far-off brush than unsheath claws on another.
The Lichenclanner’s greeting was more friendly than she’d anticipated and with a tilt of her head, Clovershade gave the tom a hesitant smile. “Ye-yes that’s right,” she answered softly. It was odd to find herself drawn towards so many outsiders given how uncomfortable she felt talking with others in general. Somehow the molly had the uncanny ability to encounter cats whenever she neared her clan’s borders. She frowned slightly, wondering if it was pure dumb luck or something more that all her encounters thus far seemed more friendly than not.
“And I’m sure you’re a Lichenclanner,” she added with a slightly amused twitch of her whiskers. “You certainly smell like one anyway, are you on patrol?” Seeing the gray tom aloned reassured her that there was no real harm in their encounter though she kept a close eye on the horizon. Clovershade’s trust only went so far.
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Post by Aria on Jan 14, 2023 17:01:29 GMT -6
Driftfeather - Warrior - App - LichenclanArt By Cat Marker and Owl
"I am one but I am not one. You don't have to worry become me preaching Starclan or attacking you." Drifttfeather chuckled despite how his ears twitched from side to side. The tortoiseshell was light and soft, almost like listening to the wind blowing against his fur and moving stream. Very calming, very peaceful but importantly pleasant. He had to keep his voice low for if another one of the zealots found him. Falconfire was twisted in the head and as much as hated to say it. The tom was never afraid to kill his clanmates or redwoodclan. They would be dead for sure if someone like him appeared. "In honest you seemed too nice for something like that to happen to you."
"Well-Sort of. Kinda-not really!" The lynx point shifted rather awkwardly. "A breather, really. You want know that they say sometimes being a clan-cat not all what it's cracked up to be." When your heart is broken or torn to pieces. It was hard to see what is right and wrong but he was sure. Was he going to be okay or not much less live to see another day. This was the world and war they lived in. "I'm Driftfeather by the way, who are you?"
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