Wonderful Mask [RC patrol]

[cloudspots]

cloudspots;;

morning. the wind had awoken him with its pulling tug against cloudspots' long ginger and white splashed fur. he had been assigned to today's border patrol, and it was probably time to start organizing the group. he knew that silverhawk, the medicine cat, would be joining them, but he wasn't sure who the other cats would be. standing up slowly, he shook his head to clear the sleep from his eyes. it was surprisingly cold in the warrior's den, but that was only because he had been having a very warm and wonderful dream. he had been with amberlight, and they had been touching pelts and just sitting there, watching their kits play in the afternoon sunlight. it was a wonderful memory, one that he often thought about, even in his subconscious. but now it was time for a patrol. and he had to shake off that dream, and get his head in the game.

turning toward the exit to the den, he started out into the clearing. it was a particularly sunny day, with very few clouds dotting the sky. he knew it would get a lot hotter later on, and he hoped that they could get going before it was too uncomfortable. he had long fur after all, and it wasn't always the best to on hot days, for he retained the heat. padding toward the center of the camp, cloudspots surveyed his surroundings. most of the cats were up and awake, hustling about and doing what they were supposed to do for ravineclan. it was a beautiful picture for cloudspots, the fact that things were going well for him, and for his two kits. they were still in the nursery, the little misbehaving little kits, but they were soon approaching their apprentice ceremony. and cloudspots wanted everything to be perfect for them as they began their journey of life in his footsteps. they were all that he had. and if he became deputy, then he could make their lives wonderful.

sitting down in the center of the clearing, cloudspots waited. he knew silverhawk would be here any second, and they would probably detour for herbs along their route. finally remembering that it was northwind who would be joining them, he let out a sigh. wasn't she expecting? she should be in the nursery...oh well, it wasn't his decision. he was just a warrior, and phantomsun had all of the power around here. well, it would be a good patrol. he had wanted to get to know northwind better, it would be a good experience for him.

puppet;; cloudspots
muse;; ick - just wanted to start the thread
count;; 429
directed towards;; northwind, silverhawk

[northwind]

Northwind

While it was a touch surprising that Northwind would be asked to join the morning’s border patrol, while she was expecting nonetheless, she was pleased to have the opportunity to leave the stuffy nursery. The health of her kits is always the first priority on her list, she had to admit that she dreaded the long moons spent suffocating in the confined space of the nursery, pampered and protected as if she was not quite capable of handling herself.

Spotting a ginger and white splotched tom in the distance, she padded towards him, moving slightly slower than she normally would. Her joints cracked and ached from lack of movement although while some she-cats looked swollen and lopsided while pregnant, impossibly enough, Northwind looked just as stunning as always. While her face was usually marked with high cheekbones and delicate angles, complimented with large sea green eyes, her pregnancy filled out her face, replacing angles with curves, and blessed her with a different sort of allure all together. Her previous look set her apart as an exotic, untouchable, unworldly beauty. The new roundness of her figure filled her with a vivacious glow which made her seem a far more loveable and tangible being that the old Northwind could not be. Desired yes, loveable, never.

Despite the fact that this little was without a doubt, Tallstone’s, they were her second chance to be a better mother. There was no question that she would do anything for Cinderpaw, but she hadn’t managed to save Talonpaw. This litter would be different. But it wasn’t the only thing that was different. Tallstone was acting, well…she couldn’t say “not like himself” for she wasn’t exactly sure who he really was. But previously, there was nothing she could do to get away from his lingering bewitched glances towards her, lovesick and pitiful to behold. Now, when she would turn around, expecting to have to avert her eyes once more, lest she have to behold another pining gaze, he wasn’t there. Strange. The idea was not particularly worrisome, more like a fly that you flick off when you are sick of its buzzing, but not something troubling. Those moments where he was with her, she could sense a different sort of tension that she couldn’t quite put her paw on. But again, she couldn’t pretend that his absences weren’t welcome after moons of trailing after her, enchanted by a spell she did not cast over him. Whatever his problem, Northwind was convinced he would get over it and come back to her. She had to admit, she had done far worse that he had accepted, than whatever she could think was bothering him now.

Still, she absentmindedly glanced around camp to see if she could catch his silver tabby pelt she had grown so accustomed to seeing. And again, he was not there, but she flicked that thought away as to why. Camp was busy as it usually was, many familiar faces, some becoming increasingly more familiar than others, she thought, shooting a furtive glance over to Morninglight. The usually warm and gentle Morninglight seemed, for lack of better words, depressed and sulky for these past days, usually to be spotted under a shady tree. She did nothing but stared off into space, sometimes leaving the camp in a hurry, but it puzzled Northwind. She almost wanted to ask her if something was wrong, and she would of, had she not gotten the impression that Morninglight was a very private cat and would most likely be embarrassed if another pried into her business. Northwind would have to accept there was nothing she could do about her problems.

She finally approached Cloudspot, smiling warmly. She hadn’t spoken to him much and word has it, he was one of the cats Phantomstar was considering for deputy. She hadn’t any reason not to support him as of yet, and hopefully this patrol would help her to get to know him better before she could formulate her final opinion. “Morning Cloudspot. Ready to patrol?” she asked cheerfully.