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Hexict
March 11th, 2017, 05:16 PM
This is a closed thread between me (Rock) and Clover (Blessed) until further notice.

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A light dusty grey tabby padded deeper into the forest, away from the clearing he had spent a few sunrises in. The tom was still limping, but his wounds had healed, and even his cuts were disappearing under his thin pelt. The tom's limps were still sore though, especially since he had been acting like a baby back at the clearing with Larch. Rock hadn't trusted Larch, and he wouldn't let him wounds heal because he kept moving around due to being untrusting towards Larch.

Though once he had began to listen the the red and white birman, the tabby had become the opposite of how he had acted. He stopped moving around and became dependent on the younger tom. As soon as he realized this and figured out how weak he had been acting, teh tabby got up and left Larch during the night.

Now due to not excising he had sore limps, and was one his own once again. He couldn't have continued to feel so weak around Larch anymore. He need to find a place to live where he doesn't need someone to take care of him. That's why I left the clans! He silently snapped. They are all so weak! They need the help of their clan-mates, but not me... I don't need anyone.... For some reason he felt something that he never really felt before. He had always ignored this feeling and even the thought of it.

Am I... lonely?

It seemed strange. He had always left every place he lived. He left the clans, and he would go from camp to camp when he wandered the forest. Rock seemed to hate to be around others, he hated when they looked at him with pity and went out of their ways to help him when that wasn't what he had asked for. He was annoyed when they did that, assuming he needed help when he was fine on his own. Rock had been on his own since he was two moons old, having left the clans when he was very young. The light grey tabby stopped when he came across a comfortable looking spot. His yellow orbs scanned the area, though he was too tired to leave if anyone else happened to make a show.

Clover
March 11th, 2017, 06:07 PM
This is a closed thread between me (Rock) and Clover (Blessed) until further notice.

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A light dusty grey tabby padded deeper into the forest, away from the clearing he had spent a few sunrises in. The tom was still limping, but his wounds had healed, and even his cuts were disappearing under his thin pelt. The tom's limps were still sore though, especially since he had been acting like a baby back at the clearing with Larch. Rock hadn't trusted Larch, and he wouldn't let him wounds heal because he kept moving around due to being untrusting towards Larch.

Though once he had began to listen the the red and white birman, the tabby had become the opposite of how he had acted. He stopped moving around and became dependent on the younger tom. As soon as he realized this and figured out how weak he had been acting, teh tabby got up and left Larch during the night.

Now due to not excising he had sore limps, and was one his own once again. He couldn't have continued to feel so weak around Larch anymore. He need to find a place to live where he doesn't need someone to take care of him. That's why I left the clans! He silently snapped. They are all so weak! They need the help of their clan-mates, but not me... I don't need anyone.... For some reason he felt something that he never really felt before. He had always ignored this feeling and even the thought of it.

Am I... lonely?

It seemed strange. He had always left every place he lived. He left the clans, and he would go from camp to camp when he wandered the forest. Rock seemed to hate to be around others, he hated when they looked at him with pity and went out of their ways to help him when that wasn't what he had asked for. He was annoyed when they did that, assuming he needed help when he was fine on his own. Rock had been on his own since he was two moons old, having left the clans when he was very young. The light grey tabby stopped when he came across a comfortable looking spot. His yellow orbs scanned the area, though he was too tired to leave if anyone else happened to make a show.

Blessed padded slowly, not limping, but simply feeling lethargic and miserable. She had been a traveler for many, many seasons, and had tired deeply of it. Her head hung low to the ground, and she moved in a fashion indicative of being exhausted- but not physically, only mentally. After the close encounter with Tigerfur, someone she thought she could love, she realized how solitary a life she had lived. No matter how she tried to lie to herself, Blessed was done with living like this, entirely alone.

The ground beneath her felt frozen solid, even though the snow softly crunched. She let out a huff, her breath billowing out in front of her to form a foggy cloud, that dissipated quickly into the surrounding environment. Her lips pursed with annoyance, as her paw slid slightly on ice, and she righted herself. The forest was silent around her, no noise permeating the impenetrable wall of cold. She flicked her tail, brushing it slightly along the ground as she continued forward. Blessed was warm enough, and well fed- her days of hunting lessons from Twigstreak had paid off. Anywhere she was, practically, she could survive. While she was by no means plump, compared to other loners and rogues she had met, Blessed was certainly more filled out, and powerful, with lean muscles from always being on the move. She didn't miss the clans at all but missed the sense of home she had always had.

She raised her head slightly as a clearing opened up in the forest before her, a bare, icy patch of ground, smooth and wide. Her eyes gave it a quick scan, but she didn't look closely, and instead turned her gaze to the ground and continued moving toward it. As she crossed the threshold, she heard a heavy footstep from the opposite side. Her heart skipped a beat, and she started with surprise, her eyes instantly flicking towards the source. She saw a muscular tabby, with slate gray fur and brilliant gold eyes. Blessed could tell he was a tom from his build; she could also tell he was injured, by the way he moved forward, in a near shuffle. She felt only apprehension, unsure of whether or not he could be a friend. Deciding he was not much of a threat, due to his apparent injuries, she apprehensively called out; "I won't hurt you. Who are you?" Her voice was strong and carried, a slight disturbance in the otherwise peaceful night.

Hexict
March 12th, 2017, 08:22 AM
Clover

The tabby tom froze when he saw another near the clearing as well. He had heard her when he reached it, but like a mouse-brain Rock dismissed the paw-steps for that of prey, and therefore had not thought of it as a threat. Should've check further into the noise, his tail lashed behind him as he await for the molly to notice him. She seemed to have glanced around the nursery quickly, but hadn't yet noticed him. Rock stayed near the edge of the clearing, debating whether or not to leave.

But he was too tired.

Instead, the tom stayed still and let his yellow orbs follow Blessed for a few more heartbeats. Despite not noticing him at first, she quickly caught on that someone else happened to be in the same area as she was. When she had noticed him, he was surprised by her reaction. The molly called out to him, asking who he was. The tom was silent for awhile, his slate fur beginning to raise as he narrowed his gaze.

Who is she? He questioned silently. Every time he he met a new cat he instantly became defensive - his fur would rise and his ears would flatten as his orbs narrowed... yet she wasn't acting this way. Though the silver stranger seemed to acting cautious but still calm. "I'm not afraid you would hurt me," he snapped back, though he found his fur relaxing slightly. The tom was sure if they were to fight that he would lose... though both of them seemed to drained to fight - he physically and her mentally. There was another silence as he debated about telling her his name. He finally decided that she couldn't do anything against him if she knew his name. "Rock, your's?" His words were short and his tone was quick.

Clover
March 12th, 2017, 09:29 AM
Clover

The tabby tom froze when he saw another near the clearing as well. He had heard her when he reached it, but like a mouse-brain, Rock dismissed the paw-steps for that of prey, and therefore had not thought of it as a threat. Should've to check further into the noise, his tail lashed behind him as he awaits for the molly to notice him. She seemed to have glanced around the nursery quickly but hadn't yet noticed him. Rock stayed near the edge of the clearing, debating whether or not to leave.

But he was too tired.

Instead, the tom stayed still and let his yellow orbs follow Blessed for a few more heartbeats. Despite not noticing him at first, she quickly caught on that someone else happened to be in the same area as she was. When she had noticed him, he was surprised by her reaction. The molly called out to him, asking who he was. The tom was silent for awhile, his slate fur beginning to raise as he narrowed his gaze.

Who is she? He questioned silently. Every time he met a new cat he instantly became defensive - his fur would rise and his ears would flatten as his orbs narrowed... yet she wasn't acting this way. Though the silver stranger seemed to act cautiously but still calm. "I'm not afraid you would hurt me," he snapped back, though he found his fur relaxing slightly. The tom was sure if they were to fight that he would lose... though both of them seemed to drained to fight - he physically and her mentally. There was another silence as he debated about telling her his name. He finally decided that she couldn't do anything against him if she knew his name. "Rock, your's?" His words were short and his tone was quick.

Her muscles instinctively clenched, poised for movement. Her fur raised the smallest bit, but she wasn't worried about being attacked; they both seemed too exhausted to hardly moved. Blessed's lips pursed, and she let out a short sigh; they at least had to agree to not attack each other, but it wasn't as if they could do much. Her vision had begun to clear a bit as she focused in on the tom; she could see faded scars and nearly healed wounds, and she surreptitiously noted the fact that his weight hung strangely to one side. Her keen eyes also discerned that he looked incredibly wary; he likely didn't prefer to deal with others, especially strangers. An independent sort, eh? she thought to herself, knowing that it at least meant he wouldn't try to suck her into some sort of loner group.

She took one wary step forward, without saying anything. Her leg sunk into the snow, and the soft crunching of the ice layer that coated the top was loud in the silence that hung warily between them. Her ears perked up, and she raised herself to her full height; she was relatively tall, as far as she-cats went, and had the muscle to go with it. She watched Rock tentatively, unsure of if she should reply- but, he had shown at least a bit of trust in her, so she would be wise to reciprocate. "I'm... Blessed," in between she called out finally, hoping he realized that her name was Blessed, and she wasn't calling herself a blessed cat.

The silver molly's eyes darted around the clearing one more quick time; she wouldn't be caught dead in a fight without a place of escape. The ring of trees had space between them, but there were certainly places one could squeeze through, if careful. To her left, and Rock's right, was a small ridge of stones, with what looked like maybe a shallow cave inside. The clearing itself was bare, dotted only with a few bushes and plants. The thick layer of frost that seemed to coat everything was no exception here; other than a few bare patches, it appeared as if the whole clearing was coated with the stuff.

Hexict
March 13th, 2017, 12:02 PM
Clover


His yellow orbs noted when Blessed tensed up, but still made no threatening movement towards him. Her reaction was actually a relief. If she had been too calm, he would've believed she had something planned, like some hidden friends ready to attack him. Or perhaps rather she would've had another plan? Like she wasn't as tired as she seemed and would take him on in a fight. And if she had looks ready for an actual fight then he wouldn't be able to trust her enough to even glance away. But she seemed cautious, and even tense, but at least it was somewhere in the middle where she didn't seem like too much of a danger for the darker rogue.

As she took a step back, the fur along his spine began to rise a bit more, but he tried to relax. He wasn't afraid to fight... he was just too weak for that right now. He would gladly fight her after some rest and his strength was restored - though his injuries would remain for awhile longer. But even hurt, whether he was tied or not, if it came down to it and he was forced to fight someone off, then he would. Even if it was this tall stranger. Though their fight wouldn't be much if one were to take place at the current time.

Rock lifted a brow as she gave him her name, though he didn't even realize that it was just that initially. He had thought that she was calling herself 'blessed', though he wasn't sure why. Is she being sarcastic? He thought, not seeing her as 'blessed'. She seemed mentally exhausted, and she was living by herself in the forest. Plus, she had met him - and he was aware that he wasn't too friendly. Maybe he had been when he was a kit, but he couldn't remember back then, memories that he had let die without any worries. He hated his family - or at his father - and he believed the rest of them along with the clans were weak. His backstory wasn't actually as bad as his litter-mates, but he didn't know that... the last time he had seen a family member was Mistfall back when they were still kits.

There was a time he had tried to get back into the clan, but Otterstar had rejected him. He knew he needed to be so much more stronger than the clans in order to survive.

But the tom blinked as he suddenly began to wonder if that was her actual name. But what kind of name is that? The slate tabby questioned, though he wasn't too sure if it was actually her name or her just being sarcastic, so he didn't comment on it. Rock instead decided to continue the conversation to something more important. "Is this your clearing?" There was a slight growl in his tone as he asked Blessed, but he tried to hide it. He still had no where else to go and was too tired to leave the area. If this was her clearing, he would have to get on her good side in order to stay the night. So now I've bee lowered to begging others for shelter? Rock remembered how Larch had tried to take care of him despite the tension between the two them.

Clover
March 13th, 2017, 09:43 PM
Hexict

She gave a slight flinch as his piercing eyes studied her; she remembered such intense gazes from her time spent in WindClan- the way a displeased warrior or elder would stare her down as an apprentice or kit. Her tail flicked slightly behind her, and she shifted her weight, feeling oddly antsy as he surveyed her, the keen look in his gaze strangely off-putting.

So, as a bit of countermeasure, Blessed focused her own pale blue gaze onto him, watching every move with a hawkish sort of harshness, her mind collecting every bit of data it could. She saw the way his hackles rose; most likely, she assumed, from her taking a step. At the very least he seemed to trust that she wasn't going to attack, which was a relief.

After speaking her name, she watched as his faced morphed into a momentary look of confusion; she certainly didn't blame him. She had never been given a name by her loner mother, but instead Dapplestar- she had never questioned it before and still didn't. She had loved her mother enough that she kept the name, despite disowning WindClan. It was one of the few mementos of her time in the clans that she still displayed, and with pride, she did so- if it caused cats confusion, that didn't really matter; she could always explain later.

Whether or not Rock thought her name serious, she would deal with that later. If they did end up staying the night together, she'd be willing to explain everything. It had been too long since she spent the night in the company of anyone- even someone she deemed grumpy and undesirable. Even with the bitter cold of winter still prevelant, the warmth of a den and shared body heat could potentially keep them both comfortable, even for just a single night.

She took a moment to decide how to respond to his words; it wasn't her clearing, technically, but she could lie. Still, it didn't smell like her- not even the rocky alcove that would hypothetically be used as a den. Clearing her throat, she took a small, confident step forward, and raised her head to speak. "No, it's not. But it's not yours either. I'm tired and wandering, you injured and cold; I say we truce, and spend the night together in that small cave, off to your side. At the very least, we have a warm place to sleep, and we part ways tomorrow. If we choose, we could form a beneficial relation,"she called out, a bit tremulously at first, but gradually louder and stronger.

Hexict
March 15th, 2017, 08:36 PM
Clover


The darker tabby's tail flicked as Blessed began to observe him as well- he having the same reaction as the silver molly when he had watched her with his cold yellow gaze. Though she still didn't too to be threatening him, but perhaps just watching him in respond to his own observation on her? He wasn't sure if that was the case or not.

Either way, he didn't like it. He sized up the tall molly and tried to figure out how a fight between them would end if they were rested. Sadly he admitted to himself he was likely to loose if that were the case. Even if he had regained his energy, he was still sore and his wounds could re-open if he got into a fight any time soon. So he knew how careful he had to be. His body language seemed to scream that he was ready for a fight. He still stood his ground,and even if he wasn't too threatened by Blessed since she wasn't showing any signs of attack, his fur was still prickled and his orbs were narrowed.

Rock always seemed ready for a fight... especially when he couldn't win one.

Though again, he was too tired to leave and too weak to fight. He wasn't sure if he could scare her off even if he did threaten her, so he was trying to seem calm. Even though he failed at it miserably. Rock hadn't been calm nor relaxed in quite some time, he had lived on his own for most of his life and slept with one orb open at all times. He seemed ready for anyone or anything to attack him, no matter how calm it seemed. So it was difficult for him to even pretend to be trusting towards the pretty stranger.

But as she spoke his ears perked up. The tom glanced at the cave as she pointed it out and remembered how she had glanced in that direction just a bit earlier. His striped tail twitched slightly. He knew where she was going wit that. It was leaf-bare, leaving the cats in the cold. They would need to sleep if not together then at least near each other to keep warm during the night. He would find it difficult to sleep beside someone that he had just met, but she was right. He was injured and he was cold. He had no where else to go, and he just wished to collapse into a nest and drift off. Though he doubted there would be nests in the cave since no one else seemed to be around, but that was fine - he was too exhausted to care about comfort. The rogue continued to watch the cave, and without looking towards Blessed he gave her a nod of agreement. "Fine, I'll form a beneficial relation with you for the night."

Clover
March 19th, 2017, 02:32 PM
Hexict
She realized much the same thing as Rock; they were both tired now, but after a full night's sleep she would most likely lose. He looked tired, and more so over injured. She could see the way he slumped, the dull look in his eyes, the fact that he was probably just tired, and wanted to sleep. She didn't blame him; she was mentally tired and wanted her own sort of break, to relax in the company of someone who, at the very least, would not kill her.

Blessed shifted uneasily; even from a slight distance, she saw the way his eyes burn, the way his muscles bunched as if he was ready for a fight. She assumed that maybe, he always was looking for a skirmish, even if it meant certain injury. He looked battle worn and weathered as if he had lived like this a long time. Her tail twitched with curiosity, and she took a half step forward, deciding to portray confidence, even further, to this strange tom.

Strangely enough, she was starting to feel strangely amused with this stranger. It wasn't like she was laughing at him; but instead, he was invoking a feeling of contentment within her, despite her inherent wary nature. Her eyes flashed with emotion, and she cocked a half smile, tail swishing along the ground behind her.

After speaking, she watched Rock carefully, observing his motions steadily. She saw the sideways glance toward the cave, knew that he came to the same conclusion as her. Either they sleep together or begin to freeze. Ears twitching, she slowly began to step forward, easing towards him to not spook the grey-brown tom. The cold nipped at her paws as she slowly padded forward, steadily closer to Rock. "Well, that's alright, but do you want to at least gather dried shrubs for bedding?"she called, still only half way across the clearing.

Hexict
March 22nd, 2017, 04:02 PM
Clover

Rock let his orbs flick from her head to toe as she took another step his way - though this was simple just half a step. The tom's tail twitched, but she did not look like she was going to attack, but rather that she was just being confident. Either way, Rock still wasn't sure about her. Blessed was just a stranger to him, and he didn't know if she would end up trying anything later on. He didn't have really good experiences with other rogues and loners, they were usually territoriality like they didn't want anyone else in the same forest as them not just clearing as well as they seemed always ready for any fight - just like he was.

The darker tabby's orbs narrowed slightly more when he noticed the expression on her face. She didn't seem defensive, or even really threatened by him, it was instead more like... amused? But not in the funny way. She seemed interested in him, like he was different or something. But Rock never actually felt different. He felt like... a no one? Like he never truly belonged in one place, and that he was just another cat that tended to travel from one area to another. Maybe he was searching for a place to settle down, or maybe he wanted to continue on travelling. He wasn't too sure. It seemed that the latter would make him stronger, but he didn't know if it would actually do the opposite of that instead.

But Rock found himself relaxed some more when he looked more into her expression. She gave off a half smile, her blue orbs flashed a bit, though nit in a dangerous way. Rock let his fur flattened when he heard we tail switching on the ground behind her. Though he did relax, the tom never took his orbs off Blessed. She made more movement towards him, he instinctively tensed, but his fur remained flat as he did not feel that he was a threat to him anymore... or at least not when they were both so tired.

His ears flicked as her suggested of collecting items to make some nests for the night since they needed to rest in the cave. He gingerly glanced away from the silver tabby to look at their surroundings. They were in the forest, so it wouldn't be too hard. "Okay," he simply said and limped off towards the edge of the clearing. He didn't really care if it was really comfortable. He was too tired to care. Rock didn't plan on searching far for anything, but rather simply thought that anything nearby would do. He began to scrape some snow off of a few ferns and collected them. The darker cat let his yellow orbs flicker back Blessed's way before he limped away to gathering a few more things without going too far. "How 'bout this?" He questioned, and dropped the items he had collected.

The nests didn't have to be great, so he didn't think they needed to find too many things. After all, this was only going to be one night.... right?

Clover
March 22nd, 2017, 08:45 PM
Clover

Rock let his orbs flick from her head to toe as she took another step his way - though this was simple just half a step. The tom's tail twitched, but she did not look like she was going to attack, but rather that she was just being confident. Either way, Rock still wasn't sure about her. Blessed was just a stranger to him, and he didn't know if she would end up trying anything later on. He didn't have really good experiences with other rogues and loners, they were usually territoriality like they didn't want anyone else in the same forest as them not just clearing as well as they seemed always ready for any fight - just like he was.

The darker tabby's orbs narrowed slightly more when he noticed the expression on her face. She didn't seem defensive, or even really threatened by him, it was instead more like... amused? But not in the funny way. She seemed interested in him, like he was different or something. But Rock never actually felt different. He felt like... a no one? Like he never truly belonged in one place, and that he was just another cat that tended to travel from one area to another. Maybe he was searching for a place to settle down, or maybe he wanted to continue on travelling. He wasn't too sure. It seemed that the latter would make him stronger, but he didn't know if it would actually do the opposite of that instead.

But Rock found himself relaxed some more when he looked more into her expression. She gave off a half smile, her blue orbs flashed a bit, though nit in a dangerous way. Rock let his fur flattened when he heard we tail switching on the ground behind her. Though he did relax, the tom never took his orbs off Blessed. She made more movement towards him, he instinctively tensed, but his fur remained flat as he did not feel that he was a threat to him anymore... or at least not when they were both so tired.

His ears flicked as her suggested of collecting items to make some nests for the night since they needed to rest in the cave. He gingerly glanced away from the silver tabby to look at their surroundings. They were in the forest, so it wouldn't be too hard. "Okay," he simply said and limped off towards the edge of the clearing. He didn't really care if it was really comfortable. He was too tired to care. Rock didn't plan on searching far for anything, but rather simply thought that anything nearby would do. He began to scrape some snow off of a few ferns and collected them. The darker cat let his yellow orbs flicker back Blessed's way before he limped away to gathering a few more things without going too far. "How 'bout this?" He questioned, and dropped the items he had collected.

The nests didn't have to be great, so he didn't think they needed to find too many things. After all, this was only going to be one night.... right?

She watched him with the same sort of scrutiny, her eyes sweeping over his worn form, battle-scarred and beaten. But, for the strangest reason, she felt the same sort of affection welling up inside of her, from somewhere deep and intuitive. She didn't know why; it was something she had only really felt once before, but that was towards someone who decided to leave her so soon after.

It was love, albeit budding and new. She instinctively panicked, her fur fluffing up slightly. She couldn't lose someone else; not so soon, not after everything else that had happened. She shoved it down, and gave herself a reason; she must just be happy to see another cat. It was just the novelty of seeing another being- right? Last time she had felt such infatuation towards someone, it had been wrong; he had left her, abandoned her, for what she never learned. She didn't let it faze her, though, forcing her face to go slack. She looked at Rock again, and the strange fluttery feeling sprung up again.

But she also felt confused; why was she feeling so attached to this stranger, as grizzled and gruff as he was anyway? It was too fast, a torrent of emotion flooding her mind. There was no way it could just be her; it must be something spurring her on. Desperation? Exhaustion? Hypothermia, even? She was floundering in this emotion, and it made her freeze. She watched him move, and though he was limping, she could see how he might once have been strong and proud. Her eyes focused on him, and then she turned away, ashamed. She didn't know how, but she had fallen for him, and hard.

She followed him and then split off to the side, venturing to the edge of the clearing. Blessed moved quickly, stripping a few trees of their low-lying moss; though it was dry, it was still softer than stone. Turning tail, the silvery feline trotted towards Rock, the snow crunching her feet reminding her of the coldness that surrounded here. She dropped the moss in the same pile and looked up at him at the same moment he spoke. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw his; they were shockingly gold up close, especially against the dull pallet of his fur. She could see the deep emotion in them, but she could no more discern them then she could his emotions towards her. If her ears were not already flushed from the cold, they would have turned a deep red. Even now, she could feel heat flood them, but she didn't move. His eyes held her frozen until she managed to tear them away, down at the pile of plants between them.

Hearing his voice, she gulped down her irrational emotion, running errant and rampant throughout her. "Uhm. Yeah. It should be.. fine,"she mumbled, her words choked out from gritted teeth. Her ears flattened, and she swallowed again, braving the chance to look up at him. "Uh... Should we... Uh.. Take it into the cave?" she squeaked, voice breaking at a strange moment. This whole thing was off-putting; she felt like she was falling, into a pit of emotion that threatened to swallow her whole. Whenever she looked at him she couldn't think, and she felt so stupid. Why her? Why did she have to be so weak, so weak she fell for the first person she saw?

Hexict
April 17th, 2017, 09:45 AM
Clover


The tom noticed Blessed's fur beginning to fluff up, but he decided he was too exhausted to think about too much about it. Rock wasn't the best at reading others anyway. Due to living on his own for most of his life, he basically only knew hostile expressions - or pretty much anything that was straight forward and obvious. So he wasn't sure what Blessed could be thinking at that moment. Probably something I said, he shrugged it off.

As they both gathered what they could in order to make a nest, he began to wonder what would happen in the morning. They had agreed upon resting for the night in order to stay warm and gather their energy, but they never said what they would do when they woke up. He was sure that he wouldn't gain too much energy from just one night - especially since he would spending it with a stranger in a strange cave in a strange clearing with little supply for a nest. His grey fur prickled a bit at the thought. Rock doubted that they would just go their separate ways. This was a nice clearing, he certainly didn't wish to leave it and wasn't sure if Blessed would either.

When they both met up again to see what they had gathered, he was still cautious towards her. Despite being unaware and oblivious towards emotions he still felt that something suddenly seemed... off about the silver molly. When their gaze met, she didn't seem to look away at first and he was unsure as to why that was. Rock felt a bit self-conscious due to this. The tom did notice her ears blush and at first he believed it to be because of the temperature. But when she began speaking she seemed flustered and awkward now, where before she had spoken clearly. "Yeah, we should probably take them to the cave now. Maybe we should sleep soon... I mean, the more we sleep the better right?" He mewed, his tone a bit gruff still.

The dull tabby stiffened as he began to suspect something. Does she... like me? He felt his out pelt heat up at the thought of Blessed possibly forming a crush towards him. No, we hardly know each other. We're practically strangers... but just the thought of her feeling that way towards him made Rock start thinking himself. Sure Blessed was actually quite beautiful, with her silver pelt and sparkling blue orbs, not to mention that she seemed strong... Rock shook his head. He wanted to block the thoughts away. Blessed was beautiful and strong and that scared him.
His whole life he was trying to prove that he was strong enough to live on his own, and that caused him to become distrustful towards other and he feared that becoming close to someone would just weaken him. And if he fell for Blessed, then he would trust her and that trust would bring down his walls and leave him vulnerable and weak.

And even though he didn't want that to happen, the though and possibility was now already in his head.

Clover
April 17th, 2017, 06:09 PM
Clover


The tom noticed Blessed's fur beginning to fluff up, but he decided he was too exhausted to think about too much about it. Rock wasn't the best at reading others anyway. Due to living on his own for most of his life, he basically only knew hostile expressions - or pretty much anything that was straight forward and obvious. So he wasn't sure what Blessed could be thinking at that moment. Probably something I said, he shrugged it off.

As they both gathered what they could in order to make a nest, he began to wonder what would happen in the morning. They had agreed upon resting for the night in order to stay warm and gather their energy, but they never said what they would do when they woke up. He was sure that he wouldn't gain too much energy from just one night - especially since he would spending it with a stranger in a strange cave in a strange clearing with little supply for a nest. His grey fur prickled a bit at the thought. Rock doubted that they would just go their separate ways. This was a nice clearing, he certainly didn't wish to leave it and wasn't sure if Blessed would either.

When they both met up again to see what they had gathered, he was still cautious towards her. Despite being unaware and oblivious towards emotions he still felt that something suddenly seemed... off about the silver molly. When their gaze met, she didn't seem to look away at first and he was unsure as to why that was. Rock felt a bit self-conscious due to this. The tom did notice her ears blush and at first he believed it to be because of the temperature. But when she began speaking she seemed flustered and awkward now, where before she had spoken clearly. "Yeah, we should probably take them to the cave now. Maybe we should sleep soon... I mean, the more we sleep the better right?" He mewed, his tone a bit gruff still.

The dull tabby stiffened as he began to suspect something. Does she... like me? He felt his out pelt heat up at the thought of Blessed possibly forming a crush towards him. No, we hardly know each other. We're practically strangers... but just the thought of her feeling that way towards him made Rock start thinking himself. Sure Blessed was actually quite beautiful, with her silver pelt and sparkling blue orbs, not to mention that she seemed strong... Rock shook his head. He wanted to block the thoughts away. Blessed was beautiful and strong and that scared him.
His whole life he was trying to prove that he was strong enough to live on his own, and that caused him to become distrustful towards other and he feared that becoming close to someone would just weaken him. And if he fell for Blessed, then he would trust her and that trust would bring down his walls and leave him vulnerable and weak.

And even though he didn't want that to happen, the though and possibility was now already in his head.

"Yes. It's... Umm.. Not terribly late... But the.. the cold is.. biting," she whispered in response, ears flattening tighter against her skull, the sensitive insides tickled by the soft fur of her head. She flicked her tail anxiously, feeling naked and exposed as this strange emotion filled her. The last time this had happened, she had been betrayed and left for dead in the brisk weather of leaf-bare. She gulped down her emotions of anxiety and discomfiture. In a burst of breathless delight, she had fallen for a stranger, and it was not comfortable.

Blessed forced her hackles down, and leaned down towards the pile, picking up her small contribution in her mouth. She straightened up, her head held high on a stiff neck, trying to appear cold and passive, but knowing she was failing, her eyes crinkling and her whiskers held taught. She padded past him with a deliberate quickness, her feet sinking into the freezing snow. She beelined towards the small cave, lifting up her legs to help her trot faster. She glanced back at him for a moment, then focused her eyes forward.

The cave was a hollow in a relatively small ridge, a relatively deep recessed dip. Her ears slowly perked up, and she looked around the cave tentatively, glad for the distraction. It was definitely solid, with thin covering of vines over the entrance. The plants brushed over her back and she shuddered; they felt like snakes, slithering over her sides and dropping down in the back.

Filtered light fell in strips across the floor and walls; it was dimly lit and the wan light made it hard to see, but she was mildly surprised at the conditions of the hollow. The ground was smooth, expected for a shallow depression, which could make a good place for a nest. The only issue was that they would have to curl up together, and she wasn't sure that would fly with Rock. She huffed around the moss and then dropped it by the low dip, ears flicking boredly as she waited for the muscular tom.

Hexict
June 4th, 2017, 11:46 AM
Clover

(sooo sorry for the late reply! also, since we're roleplaying with it still winter and we are now in summer maybe we should roleplay about one or two more days with them and then time skip a bit to where they have grown a bit more comfortable around each other?)

The cold wind hit the tired tom hard, making him shiver. The weather was cold, but it definitely got worse during the night. Relieved to be able to get some rest now after his travels, he let himself calm down some more. It had been sometime that he could actually allow himself to sleep despite having another cat around - not even when he was with Larch not too long ago. But Blessed was different from Larch. He wasn't sure why though... she just felt different to be around. Almost like he could understand her despite not knowing her all that well. His pelt began to heat u as he realized that he might want to know even more about her. Why am I acting like this? I'd rather just leave in the morning than stick around and get to know some stranger! The Darker tabby told himself.

Though it didn't make it any less true.

The tom noticed the crinkling in the other's eyes though he didn't take much more notice in it. He flicked his tail as she tried to appeared cold. He wasn't sure what to think about her just yet. She seemed to be strong, and Rock wondered how long she had been living on her own like this. The molly did seem exhausted... was she having a tough time like he was? He felt like a weak mess with his wounds that weren't healing properly and the fact that he refused to rest when he could. Was she going through something similar? ... Where's her family?

The moment that thought came to mind he shook it away. It didn't matter where her family was or even if she had none. I don't know her a-and I don't want to know her. Besides, just because she isn't with anyone doesn't mean anything - she might have just left them behind... like I did. His thoughts seemed to temporarily wonder towards his siblings. It had been moons since he had last seen them, he was only about two moons old since he last saw Stream and Aspenmask, though he had been about three moons old when he ran into Mistfall again. He didn't even know about his half-siblings, though he would want nothing to do with them. Rock was over his family. His litter-mates and mother were kind - unlike their father - but they along with the clan were weak since they needed to so desperately rely on others. But he could be strong.

Right?

Rock follows Blessed into the cave, though he was uncertain about the unexplored area. He wrinkled his nose as his set foot into the darkness. Rock didn't enjoy blindly going into a place like this. He was more careful than that. He didn't know what was could be in there and he didn't like the dim light of the place. "Don't tell me," he grumbled as he padded closer towards Blessed. "We don't have to share a nest, right?" He flicked his tail in annoyance, though his ears turned slightly red at the thought of sleeping so close to the tall molly.

Clover
June 6th, 2017, 05:28 PM
Clover

(sooo sorry for the late reply! also, since we're roleplaying with it still winter and we are now in summer maybe we should roleplay about one or two more days with them and then time skip a bit to where they have grown a bit more comfortable around each other?)

The cold wind hit the tired tom hard, making him shiver. The weather was cold, but it definitely got worse during the night. Relieved to be able to get some rest now after his travels, he let himself calm down some more. It had been sometime that he could actually allow himself to sleep despite having another cat around - not even when he was with Larch not too long ago. But Blessed was different from Larch. He wasn't sure why though... she just felt different to be around. Almost like he could understand her despite not knowing her all that well. His pelt began to heat u as he realized that he might want to know even more about her. Why am I acting like this? I'd rather just leave in the morning than stick around and get to know some stranger! The Darker tabby told himself.

Though it didn't make it any less true.

The tom noticed the crinkling in the other's eyes though he didn't take much more notice in it. He flicked his tail as she tried to appeared cold. He wasn't sure what to think about her just yet. She seemed to be strong, and Rock wondered how long she had been living on her own like this. The molly did seem exhausted... was she having a tough time like he was? He felt like a weak mess with his wounds that weren't healing properly and the fact that he refused to rest when he could. Was she going through something similar? ... Where's her family?

The moment that thought came to mind he shook it away. It didn't matter where her family was or even if she had none. I don't know her a-and I don't want to know her. Besides, just because she isn't with anyone doesn't mean anything - she might have just left them behind... like I did. His thoughts seemed to temporarily wonder towards his siblings. It had been moons since he had last seen them, he was only about two moons old since he last saw Stream and Aspenmask, though he had been about three moons old when he ran into Mistfall again. He didn't even know about his half-siblings, though he would want nothing to do with them. Rock was over his family. His litter-mates and mother were kind - unlike their father - but they along with the clan were weak since they needed to so desperately rely on others. But he could be strong.

Right?

Rock follows Blessed into the cave, though he was uncertain about the unexplored area. He wrinkled his nose as his set foot into the darkness. Rock didn't enjoy blindly going into a place like this. He was more careful than that. He didn't know what was could be in there and he didn't like the dim light of the place. "Don't tell me," he grumbled as he padded closer towards Blessed. "We don't have to share a nest, right?" He flicked his tail in annoyance, though his ears turned slightly red at the thought of sleeping so close to the tall molly.

(maybe you post one more, and then we time skip to spring // summer? we can just have them fall asleep, and do a magical sparkle time skippy!)

Her eyes adjusted, slowly. The cave was deeper than she had thought; it seemed to stretch on into more tunnels, smaller, obviously meant for a rabbit or something else. They could use them- no, they'd never use them. This was only temporary, of course. Right? Yes, of course.

Blessed shook away the thought, head swaying slightly as she tried to physically eliminate the idea. It was inappropriate and stupid; they had just met, and nothing could ever come of it, despite her irrational hopes for the future. She swallowed hard, and straightened up, glancing back at him, her lean runner's body swaying slightly from exhaustion.

She watched him for a moment, her eyes attentive and focused. He seemed so... so... finished; ready to just relax, just sleep and not worry. What had he been through? She could see the scars, the scratches; how many fights and skirmishes had he been forced through? Her eyes scrunched in slight concern, but not pity; it was his choice to be out here, in the wilderness, the cold and the hunger wasting him away to nothing. But that didn't mean she couldn't worry. Does he have someone who cares for with him? she thought gently, worry softening her ice-shard blue gaze. Her tail twitched, and she turned away, not wanting him to see her weak, or soft.

His question was not inherently surprisingly, but she still jumped slightly, a shiver raising the fur along her spines, fingers of cold dragging chills down her legs and neck. How could she answer that? She swallowed hard, eyes closing for a second. "Not unless you want to freeze to death,"she replied snarkily, grimacing slightly, shifting slightly on her feet. "You'll get hypothermia; and honestly, not to be rude or touchy, you don't seem to be in the best condition. Maybe your not weak, but you certainly injured,"Blessed growled softly in response, trying to be imposing and confident. "Your inuries have taken a lot out of you, Rock,"she muttered, quieter this time, less grating.

Hexict
June 29th, 2017, 12:20 PM
Clover - soooo sorry for taking forever to respond to this :c - and that sounds good~)

As they ventured into the cave, Rock's only intention was to find a suitable place for them to make a nest. He didn't notice any of the smaller tunnels or even how big the cave was. Sleep. That's what was on his mind. His steps were dragging and his eye lids were already closing at he looked around, though he barely even noticed. The tom was too exhausted, he was even beginning to not care if they actually ended up sharing a nest with Blessed... sure he wasn't trusting of her just yet, even if she was pretty and seemed strong... he was distrusting towards many cats to really rest anywhere in fears of one coming upon him in his sleep.

Due to his paranoia towards others, the tom hadn't had good rest for quite some time. He had always just kept moving, trying to get away from the clans and staying clear of other's territories'. That was also one of the reasons why he didn't get any of his wounds check even though the flood had happened awhile back. Of course, he didn't know anything about herbs - no even the basics - and anyone who might know he just wouldn't trust enough to help him. Luckily there was no infection, but his small cuts turned to small scars under his pelt some showing but even more hidden and his joints ached for rest as well as the rest of him.

He sniffed as she retorted that unless he wanted to get sick then it was best for them to share a nest. The tom stopped for a moment, hardly being about to remember a time that he had shared a nest with anyone. That would be back when he lived in the nursery with his litter-mates and mother. The tom felt a slight heart-ache at the thought for Mistfall, Streak, Aspenmask and Petaldown - whom he didn't even know was dead - though he felt nothing at the memory of Boulderglare. He could almost picture their warm pelts pressing against his....

The tom shook his head. I can't be so weak as to think back on that!

He couldn't miss that, or else he will just go crawling back to the clans. It made him sick to think that he had actually tries to return once, back when he was still a kit. But at that time, Otterstar was leader and she was not accepting outsiders into the clans, so the grey kit had to leave with his head down and tail dragging behind. Rock had been forced out of the clan that he had previously ran away from, how pathetic was that? It was so humiliating. He had ran away to escape his father, not even looking back or thinking about his family at the time; and when he returned, the tom was forced out... it made him feel so dumb! Rock didn't wish to return ever again, not to that clan and most likely not to any other.

Fur bristling as she went on to state that he didn't seem to be in good condition. Is she saying that I look weak?! The tom silently snapped, narrowing his tired yellow orbs at her. As he opened his maw to snap out loud, he was stopped as she continued and stated that she wasn't saying he looked weak. Rock suddenly blushed as he realized that he had taken her words the wrong way and had almost snapped at her without thinking it through. He honestly felt a bit flattered when he realized that she was first cat to say that he wasn't weak - it wasn't like others said that he was weak, or not everyone anyway, but no one ever said that he wasn't weak.

Now he was blushing for a totally different reason.

She;s right... I am injured, and even though I'm not weak I'm way to tired to even start a fight if I felt like one anyway, he thought as padded towards Blessed through the dark. As he reached her, the tom dropped his stuff beside and began to form a nest. He forced an irritated tone, though his exhaustion was making his emotions - even anger - dulled. "I may look injured, but I can still protect myself," he pointed out. Rock sighed as he finished creating his portion of the nest, glad that they were almost ready to sleep. "Come on, give me some of your supply, I'll finish making the nest and then we can sleep," Rock didn't even look up at her, he felt too awkward that he was going to have to sleep beside her.

And he was still blushing a bit from earlier.

Clover
June 29th, 2017, 06:44 PM
Clover - soooo sorry for taking forever to respond to this :c - and that sounds good~)

As they ventured into the cave, Rock's only intention was to find a suitable place for them to make a nest. He didn't notice any of the smaller tunnels or even how big the cave was. Sleep. That's what was on his mind. His steps were dragging and his eye lids were already closing at he looked around, though he barely even noticed. The tom was too exhausted, he was even beginning to not care if they actually ended up sharing a nest with Blessed... sure he wasn't trusting of her just yet, even if she was pretty and seemed strong... he was distrusting towards many cats to really rest anywhere in fears of one coming upon him in his sleep.

Due to his paranoia towards others, the tom hadn't had good rest for quite some time. He had always just kept moving, trying to get away from the clans and staying clear of other's territories'. That was also one of the reasons why he didn't get any of his wounds check even though the flood had happened awhile back. Of course, he didn't know anything about herbs - no even the basics - and anyone who might know he just wouldn't trust enough to help him. Luckily there was no infection, but his small cuts turned to small scars under his pelt some showing but even more hidden and his joints ached for rest as well as the rest of him.

He sniffed as she retorted that unless he wanted to get sick then it was best for them to share a nest. The tom stopped for a moment, hardly being about to remember a time that he had shared a nest with anyone. That would be back when he lived in the nursery with his litter-mates and mother. The tom felt a slight heart-ache at the thought for Mistfall, Streak, Aspenmask and Petaldown - whom he didn't even know was dead - though he felt nothing at the memory of Boulderglare. He could almost picture their warm pelts pressing against his....

The tom shook his head. I can't be so weak as to think back on that!

He couldn't miss that, or else he will just go crawling back to the clans. It made him sick to think that he had actually tries to return once, back when he was still a kit. But at that time, Otterstar was leader and she was not accepting outsiders into the clans, so the grey kit had to leave with his head down and tail dragging behind. Rock had been forced out of the clan that he had previously ran away from, how pathetic was that? It was so humiliating. He had ran away to escape his father, not even looking back or thinking about his family at the time; and when he returned, the tom was forced out... it made him feel so dumb! Rock didn't wish to return ever again, not to that clan and most likely not to any other.

Fur bristling as she went on to state that he didn't seem to be in good condition. Is she saying that I look weak?! The tom silently snapped, narrowing his tired yellow orbs at her. As he opened his maw to snap out loud, he was stopped as she continued and stated that she wasn't saying he looked weak. Rock suddenly blushed as he realized that he had taken her words the wrong way and had almost snapped at her without thinking it through. He honestly felt a bit flattered when he realized that she was first cat to say that he wasn't weak - it wasn't like others said that he was weak, or not everyone anyway, but no one ever said that he wasn't weak.

Now he was blushing for a totally different reason.

She;s right... I am injured, and even though I'm not weak I'm way to tired to even start a fight if I felt like one anyway, he thought as padded towards Blessed through the dark. As he reached her, the tom dropped his stuff beside and began to form a nest. He forced an irritated tone, though his exhaustion was making his emotions - even anger - dulled. "I may look injured, but I can still protect myself," he pointed out. Rock sighed as he finished creating his portion of the nest, glad that they were almost ready to sleep. "Come on, give me some of your supply, I'll finish making the nest and then we can sleep," Rock didn't even look up at her, he felt too awkward that he was going to have to sleep beside her.

And he was still blushing a bit from earlier.

She didn't respond, simply pushed some of her pile towards him, tail twitching slightly. She had seen the way he reacted to her words; stiff, and then almost appreciative. Like he was afraid of being seen as weak, or being weak. She knew how that felt; in WindClan, she had always felt it was a competition, always a race, to see who was faster or stronger or better. If you were seen as weak or incompetent, there would be some sort of shunning. So, Blessed had always been better than them; she would run at night, train against herself, made her reputation well known, as the daughter of the leader and apprentice of Twigstreak, a respected senior warrior. And it was terrifying; weakness was unacceptable.

Slowly the silver molly worked, working grass together into a simple weave, the fibers tough but soft. This would make a fine nest; enough to withstand the cold, but not anything necessarily permanent. She lined the depression with it, her mind wandering far from her task; mostly, why was she so flustered about Rock? He was so rude, so gruff, a stranger who didn't outwardly appear to give a rat's tail about her. He was stubborn and tough, but still, something about him intrigued her; could he really be all that bad? There must have been an event in his past that made him like this. But deep down, she wondered if he could truly be kind, caring even, or at least more sensitive than the boorish tomcat she saw in front of her.

The nest was finished quickly, with him helping take the workload. She added a final layer of spongey moss so that the rough vine-like weeds wouldn't scrape their sides, making sure to pack the green material tightly, so that there was no chance of the stone freezing them through the loose lattice of grass they had created.

Without another word, she swept the debris of the nest material aside and plunked down into the dip, leaving plently of room for the tall, muscular tom, tucking her legs in beside her. She watched him for a second; she spied a hint of a blush coloring his ears pink, the veins pulsing slightly. For a wild, untempered moment, she wondered how soft the fur on the backs would be. Would it be soft, like kitten fluff, or short and ticklish, like the fur of another cat's muzzle? Appalled, she shook the thought away, physically bobbing her head a bit, feeling stupid, even though he had no clue.

But soon, she felt the urge to sleep; it had been a long time since she'd had shelter as nice as this, during the middle of winter. Nowhere had suited her; everyplace was either occupied or freezing. But here, with a companion, she felt strangely safe and warm. Her mouth inadvertently opened in a huge yawn, lips peeling back slightly to reveal white teeth, some chipped from battle, all stained slightly yellow from seasons of hard living.

Trying to fight her weariness, her head bobbed drowsily, chin dipping towards the nest until it finally rested there. She couldn't care anymore if Rock would kill her as she slept; she was just too tired. Ears flattening, she fell asleep, eyes closing, a peaceful look crossing her face.

Blessed felt safe, at least for now.