With a yawn, Hazelstripe awoke from some well-needed rest. Over the course of the last few days, things had been extremely chaotic and she had found herself slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. Conditions had been far less than perfect and it was starting to genuinely bother her. Having planted the seeds in starting a relationship with Mossfreckle and whom she presumed to be his lover, Fogwatcher, Hazelstripe was taking some time to cool down and collect herself.
Amber eyes scanning the den, she was unable to find the cat she usually found herself drawn to during such occasions -- Nightshade. Just where was she? At some point, the tricolor tabby had found herself being drawn towards the gorgeous dark-furred she-cat. Out of all of her potential lover prospects, Nightshade was above and beyond her most favorite of them all. They were so similar in many aspects and she couldn't help but find herself drawn to her. She was just perfect ~
Rising to her paws, she made her way out of the den in search of her beloved favorite. It didn't take too long as the object of her desire was sitting in the clearing, appearing to be studying the other cats. She had noticed that little habit of hers -- finding it quite cute. Her little Nighty was just so attentive ~
"Nightshade ~" The young warrior cooed softly, hoping to get the attention of the other she-cat as she sashayed over "What're you up to, darling?" A short but effective greeting, perfectly to the point. Oh she just had so much to tell her about!
With a yawn, Hazelstripe awoke from some well-needed rest. Over the course of the last few days, things had been extremely chaotic and she had found herself slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. Conditions had been far less than perfect and it was starting to genuinely bother her. Having planted the seeds in starting a relationship with Mossfreckle and whom she presumed to be his lover, Fogwatcher, Hazelstripe was taking some time to cool down and collect herself.
Amber eyes scanning the den, she was unable to find the cat she usually found herself drawn to during such occasions -- Nightshade. Just where was she? At some point, the tricolor tabby had found herself being drawn towards the gorgeous dark-furred she-cat. Out of all of her potential lover prospects, Nightshade was above and beyond her most favorite of them all. They were so similar in many aspects and she couldn't help but find herself drawn to her. She was just perfect ~
Rising to her paws, she made her way out of the den in search of her beloved favorite. It didn't take too long as the object of her desire was sitting in the clearing, appearing to be studying the other cats. She had noticed that little habit of hers -- finding it quite cute. Her little Nighty was just so attentive ~
"Nightshade ~" The young warrior cooed softly, hoping to get the attention of the other she-cat as she sashayed over "What're you up to, darling?" A short but effective greeting, perfectly to the point. Oh she just had so much to tell her about!
Nightshade found herself in a rather traditional position, her routine scrutiny of those around her keeping her paws tethered to the ground temporarily as she watched the cats around her bustle and mope and drift and scamper about. Like a hawk watching field mice, like an adder observing frogs hopping about, she sat. Still as stone, vapor blue eyes surveying the clearing.
These little mornings proved to be helpful in multiple ways, judging those around her, picking out possible future victims- the ones who were easily missed, who wouldn't send a torrent of angry friends and family on her trail. She had discovered early that if there was no personal connection to the lost, motivation to track down the culprit soon died off. But sometimes feeling chased was fun. With Dawnstar's little mentions of the murder and Fireflyflicker's analogy that the killer was playing with their minds and teasing them, Nightshade felt even more satisfied with herself. That was the kind of chase, kind of reaction she had expected when she harmed the deceased body of the son of the Enforcer and former medicine cat, the grandson of the leader. But no one had been inspired to investigate or overly outraged about that. And that had been quite a letdown, she had expected more excitement.
The Valkyrie turned her head as she caught the scent of someone familiar, a pleased calm spreading through her. The sweet, familiar odour was that of Hazelstripe, a possible partner who had taken her interest more so than anyone. She had kept an eye on Fogwatcher, who seemed quite taken by her other prospective partner, Mossfreckle, and as for the medicine cat, he was quite attractive too. Not as much conventionally, but he just caught her interest, and she felt this strange urge to always protect him. That she would tear out the throats of an entire Clan to ensure his safety.
But as much as he caught her interest, there was just something about Hazelstripe. Nothing against her darling boy, no one could genuinely hold a candle to the beautiful, dangerous tricolor molly. Her enchanting eyes and wonderfully deadly aura was just too fascinating to be ignored. Nightshade's lips curled into a small smirk of greeting as the smaller cat approached, shifting her large, muscular frame to face towards the other warrior.
The molly's voice sent a slight electricity through her, and Night hadn't remembered a time when she had felt so thrilled to be approached or addressed by someone before. "Good morning, love." She hummed, "I'm just watching the clearing." The hidden meaning wasn't very hidden and she wondered if Hazel would understand. If Hazel did it too. Watched cats. Tried to understand them. Tried to know them. "And you? What's the lovely Hazelstripe up to today?"
A Pretty Night ~ [p]
