edge of years [private]

[bailu]

[my brain literally summoned this random title and then I thought, why not, let's go with it]

Hazelstorm wanted to improve her crappy relationship with Wolfsong. She had no idea what she thought of her- Nope. Nope. Not thinking about that, not going to travel down that path. She couldn't think like that - she had to act like she didn't care about what opinions were of her. The tabby was in the clearing, acting like a normal cat, just vibin' and chilling because she didn't exactly have a thing to do, this afternoon. The sky was the exact same colour it had been this morning - a plain, drab, painfully bright white. It was like some cat had swept their tail over the sky, putting their white fur on it and hiding all the blues from the cats on the ground, the living cats.

She let her misty green gaze drop from the heavens, rising to her paws, her fluffy tail brushing her own legs as she lightly trodded over to the warriors' den. With a bit of logic and sense of StarClan, Wolfsong ought to be there. Hazelstorm peered inside, before slipping in, seeking for the silver molly.

"Wolfsong?" she called out softly, hoping she wouldn't attract, like, every cat's attention. It was bad enough to have to look for the she-cat - she preferred to have cats look for her - but it was worse having fifty pairs of eyes on you. It was just awkward, and the energy that would be in the air would be simply awful and humiliating.

@RiztheHuntress

[Rizo]

Slowly blinking open her blue eyes, wiping away the hazy dream she had been having, Wolfsong lifted her head from her nest and looked to the entrance of the warrior's den.
Someone's... calling me?
In her half asleep daze, she stood and leaned back into a long stretch, before carefully stepping from the mossy cushion of bedding, careful not to disturb Moonfrost sleeping beside her.
"Hello Hazelstorm," she mewed, her thoughts becoming clearer as her sleepy brain booted. She smiled at the brown tabby, a small thrill running through her pelt. Padding carefully through the few warriors sleeping, she approached the den entrance and blinked warmly at her friend. She was a little surprised that the molly had come to seek her out, but was pleased to see her.
She came to find me. I wonder what she wants? She stifled a purr. Regardless of the reason, she was happy to see her, although still curious as to what had prompted Hazelstorm to come summon her.

[ @scythe. ]

[bailu]

Hazelstorm couldn't help the relief kindling in her chest as she spotted a silver pelt rising at her call. It was Wolfsong, alright. Suddenly, she felt rather awkward, and quickly backed away from the exit, turning to stand at the exit instead of in it. She flattened one ear, clearing a small area of its snow with one brown paw, in nerves, of course.

When Wolfsong arrived, Hazelstorm moved to stand in front of her.
"Hey," she said, keeping her voice calm and casual. Hopefully it sounded that way to the silver molly. "Want... Want to go on a walk with me?"

@RiztheHuntress

[bailu]

Hazelstorm couldn't help the relief kindling in her chest as she spotted a silver pelt rising at her call. It was Wolfsong, alright. Suddenly, she felt rather awkward, and quickly backed away from the exit, turning to stand at the exit instead of in it. She flattened one ear, clearing a small area of its snow with one brown paw, in nerves, of course.

When Wolfsong arrived, Hazelstorm moved to stand in front of her.
"Hey," she said, keeping her voice calm and casual. Hopefully it sounded that way to the silver molly. "Want... Want to go on a walk with me?"

@RiztheHuntress

[Rizo]

Following Hazelstorm out of the entrance of the den, she shook out her fur, and squinted her eyes at the harsh white light of the leafbare day. Slowly, her blue gaze adjusted to the brightness and she looked to the brown tabby that had come to find her.
"Sure, I'd like that, a walk sound great," Wolfsong purred before leaning back into a quick stretch to release the tension in her chilled muscles.

[ @scythe. ]

[bailu]

Hazelstorm let out a breath of relief she'd been holding, and dipped her head respectfully, turning around as a misty chill hit her face. A breeze was rocking the earth, passing through the RiverClan camp on its quest to do so. She pushed on, stepping out into the clearing as the wind died down, stepping in the areas where there was no fluffs of snow lying around like dead kits. The thought of dead kits didn't disgust Hazelstorm since she hated them anyway - buuuut she didn't like the idea. It was just as bad as dead friends. Or family members.

She drove those thoughts out of her head, treading lightly to the exit, where stiff brambles clawed at her fur, and bounded out, glancing around before she emerged into the territory. She stepped forwards, and then plodded a couple of pawsteps forwards, right into the heart of the Clan's territory. Hazelstorm liked being outside, with the free wind, and ride the currents as she walked around the territory. It helped calm her nerves. The tabby paused, lifting her head to the sky, a bright sun emerging from the storm clouds inside of her. Radiance shone on her face as she stared up into the sky. It was a pale blue, with many white, fluff clouds.

Her ears twitched, and she lowered her head, one green eye drifting to the side. She hoped Wolfsong had followed.

[Rizo]

Her fur prickled at the cold as silver paws carried her across the clearing after Hazelstorm. She took in a deep breath, letting the cold air wake her. As she pushed through the camp entrance, the plants brushing her pelt, Wolfsong took a moment to think.
She's being really formal. I hope everything is alright.
Picking up her pace slightly, she caught up to the brown molly and fell in to step beside her.
"Where are we going today?" Wolfsong asked, following her lead of her friend. She flicked her tail, happy to be out of the camp and enjoying the day. Leafbare was her favorite season after all. Something about the crisp cold air and the chill of the snow just made her feel alive inside. Seeing the way the frost made everything sparkle, it was beautiful. She took in the view as they walked, delighting in the glitter of ice crystals clinging to the plants and reeds.

[bailu]

Hazelstorm sighed, and, padding through the territory, her fur bristling as it came in contact with brambles, thorns and frozen leaves heavy with frost. The tabby paused as the wind moaned around her and without looking back, she lifted her head and embraced the nature that tried to knock her off her feet. She was silent for a long time, biting her cheek inside her mouth, her ears pricked. She didn't know what to say but what was there to say?

"Tell me," she meowed finally. "when did you first notice me?"

Frankly Hazelstorm was rather intrigued and curious. She'd always kept to herself and been the black sheep of her friend group, and she wanted to know what really was so interesting about her that had caught the silver Molly's attention. She sat down on the frozen mulch below her paws, curling her tail around her paws, and kept her back to Wolfsong, a storm of thoughts expressed clear as day on her face.

@RiztheHuntress

[Rizo]

Wolfsong sopped in her tracks as Hazelstorm posed the question. She tilted her head slightly as she watched the brown tabby molly, curious as to why she had these questions.
When I first noticed her? It wasn't long after Moonfrost and I became warriors...
She thought for a moment before it came to her, as clear as day.
"I first noticed you, really saw you, during your warrior ceremony. I was fairly new as a warrior, I had been one for... maybe 8 moons at most. I remember thinking how your new name, Hazelstorm, was quite fitting," she replied, nodding slightly to herself. "As time went on, I started to notice you more and more, seeing how hard you worked as a warrior and providing for the clan. I was impressed, and to be honest a little star-struck."
Sitting on the frosted ground behind Hazelstorm, she shuffled her paws slightly at the confession. Truly there were other reasons she had taken such interest in the tabby she-cat, but she didn't want to overwhelm Hazelstorm with a flurry of compliments.

[ @iris ]

[bailu]

Hazelstorm looked over her shoulder, surveying Wolfsong intently, intense green fire blazing brighter than ever in her eyes. A sigh deflated her. Yes. Her warrior's ceremony, where she'd stood, tall and proud near Kestrelstar, in front of the whole Clan. She remembered searching the crowd for her mentor, Duckslip, and not spotting the chocolate torbie anywhere. She recalled the hurt she'd felt, the stinging feelng she'd then buried in her heart, hiding it away from herself. Now it had risen again, and she bit her bottom lip slightly, clamping them right back down as it pushed to the limits.

"My mentor wasn't even there at my warriors' ceremony," she said quietly, rising and looking Wolfsong square in the eyes. She hoped the silver she-cat was listening.

"Sometimes... I think that they left. Because of me." It sounded ten times- no, a hundred times worse, hearing it spoken aloud. Duckslip. They'd been a sort-of father figure for her as an apprentice, but then he'd left. At the end of the pat. She closed her eyes, lowering her head, blinking back tears in determination. No, she wouldn't cry in public.

Maybe she would.

@RiztheHuntress
[So sorry for the delay]