Post by owl on Sept 27, 2022 15:45:13 GMT -6
cherrybite - she/her - thistleclan - warrior
The greenleaf days were fading once more into the chilly evenings of a coming leaffall, and when there was no sun to warm it, the day was cold too. Cherrybite liked the transition from the hot days to the cool, the thunderstorms it brought, and waking up on mornings when the forest was laced with dew. The cool breeze after the air had felt muggy for so long. But she knew that autumn was just leafbare warming up—or cooling down, rather. It all spelled towards hard times for her clan. Even harder times, with the fragile political state of everything right now. She scowled.
But for now, the year still clung to the last dregs of greenleaf, and so should she. She let herself set aside worrying about her clan, and her leader, and her siblings, and all their kits, and all her clanmates. Just for a little while. Just for a little while. But no matter how far she pushed it to the back of her mind, it always came seeping back. Like cracks in a beaver dam. What if's and plans. I might as well find something to distract myself. Dinner. I—An idea dawned. When was the last time she'd spoken to Owlfang? Shit, with all this shit that's been going on these past few moons—She wanted to get to know him. There were very few cats who intrigued Cherrybite like that. So she looked around camp for him, eyes finding that bittersweet cocoa coat.
"Owlfang?" her voice rumbled, though it wavered a little more than usual. She chalked that up to having been on a solo hunting patrol before returning to camp, so it was rough from disuse. She waited until the big tom's aquamarine eyes met hers. A rush spiked her heart as she recalled their spar, how good it had felt, and how she missed that feeling. Feeling so in power, yet so balanced, at the same time. "I remember moons ago we said we'd share dinner again," she continued, tail swishing over dusty camp floor, "I thought tonight might be the night I took you up on that. You can have the pick of the fresh kill pile, if you're willing to share," her lidded eyes lifted to his, "and willing to forgive me, of course, for taking so long."
i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
it's all that i can give to you, my dear