Elsveta641
Songster
*Lightning snores on the floor of the hunters den in a rather unladylike manner*
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Dahlia laid down in her nest, but her eyes remained open. There was no way to sleep with the noise and unfamiliar scent of Lightning.*Lightning snores on the floor of the hunters den in a rather unladylike manner*
Leopard slipped quickly and quietly into the hunters den. Dahlia lifted her head, catching his scent, and dashed softly over to her son while pressing her forehead to his as he lowered his head to greet her; a purr rumbling in the throats of both.Dahlia laid down in her nest, but her eyes remained open. There was no way to sleep with the noise and unfamiliar scent of Lightning.
Fox buried his face between his paws, but was still unsuccessful in blocking out the obnoxious noise. He got up and rearranged himself so that he was curled up into a ball and his tail veiled his face.*Lightning snores on the floor of the hunters den in a rather unladylike manner*
As she pulled her head back, Leopard stared into a fierce, stunning, determined gaze he hadn’t seen since he was a kit. The fear, the uncertainty, the defeat, and the pain had been wiped away. They locked eyes in a conversation unneeding of words; and as they did so, a single tear fell slowly down his mothers cheek just like it had what seemed like seasons ago, except this time, Leopard sensed it was not a tear of defeat, but victory, a sense of victory in which he shared with Dahlia.Leopard slipped quickly and quietly into the hunters den. Dahlia lifted her head, catching his scent, and dashed softly over to her son while pressing her forehead to his as he lowered his head to greet her; a purr rumbling in the throats of both.
(Drops has a mother. Oak.)Name: Wings that Cut through Dusk Sky
Nickname: Wings
Gender: F
Rank: Queen
Age: 28 moons
Mate/crush: NEEDS ONE THAT WORKS FOR GENETICS
Mother: Open
Father: Open
Siblings: Dead (Got greencough) she outlived them
Kits: Cat that Drops to Spring, Open
Mentor (past or present): Open
Apprentice (past or present): None
Personality: She is calm and quiet, but very graceful. She has the ability to change, but needs convincing. She is a vain cat, who knows and thinks she's better than you but doesn't tend to show it in the normal ways. She is very overprotective of her kits and shows love by giving gifts less than actions and words.
Physical Description: Red mottled! She has a short fluffy tail, with a dark red underside. Stockings, wing shape, chest mark, and face fluff are that same darker red. Dark green glittering eyes. (Will post pics later)
(Blues! *gasp*)I would, but I need to catch up too. I've been tending my real clan most of the day
Lightning awakens rather abruptly. She seems surprised to find herself in the den. Her huge, owl like eyes survey the den then she makes quick work of washing her face. She moves to the center of the space with her characteristic slow, halting steps, carrying her head very high. "Thank you for your hospitality, I was so very tired.", she said softly to no one in particular. Her eyes were already on the exit, her flanks twitching like a high strung horse ready to bolt.
Drops groaned his discontent. "The fat cats of the world have no respect." Yup, the expression is for cats too, apparently. He growled. "Barging in here and such." He narrowed his golden eyes.Her ears so erect they tipped forward, Lightning observed the interaction between mother and son without reacting. But deep within her thickly ruffed breast she felt a pain like a knife. She made the most beautiful, trilling little chirp with her eyes on the exit and was gone with remarkable speed. A few long white hairs falling lightly to the floor and a little gust of air as she went by were the only indication she'd ever been there at all
(okay@puffypoo, can we please get this storm over with
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