Yeah Boy and Doll Face [tagged]

[Glorilyss]

It was, essentially, the sort of day that validated being alive. The sky stretched overhead, incredibly wide and impossibly blue; the silvery undersides of green-leaved birches whispered today in quiet communion as a delicate breeze vaulted through the world below. Spring had sprung, visible in the brilliant froth of new greenery that traced the path soft white paws plodded along, evident in the heady scent of new birth and verdant colors stretching from horizon to horizon. Even the breeze itself seemed more alive than usual; carrying the scents of life and rebirth, it played a lively game of hide-and-seek between the shadows and the light. It was a beautiful day - so why was Blossompaw so incredibly irritated?

The ginger and white tabby apprentice had no explanation for her emotions, except for the fact that she'd had no one to either verbally or physically thrash in a good while. It was one thing to be constantly disdainful of your halfblood Clanmates; another thing to actually be able to voice your opinions. Of course, so many in LeafClan looked down on the sort of judgmentalism that she exhibited. but really, who could blame her? In times of trouble, it was always those who had no torn loyalties that could be counted on most. She was just being herself, and if that meant that she was condescending and often cruel - well, so what? Those who hadn't been born of the purest blood shouldn't even be in LeafClan. Maybe that was why she was so annoyed today. Having to put up with the constant frailties of halfbloods was enough to drive even her sensible, sane parents bonkers.

Blossompaw's tail tip twitched in the faintest outward show of distaste. She had always been this way; she spent the last four seasons of her life consumed with disdain for half of Clan. Why was today taking such a toll? Gritting her teeth against another wave of annoyance, she turned in her walk, changing her heading to head towards the MidnightClan border. She was being a bit of a fool for such a clever girl, but for someone who lived utterly in the moment, she needed something to shock her to the present. Besides, she was blue-blooded LeafClan; what could ever prove a real problem for her? What was out there that she couldn't handle herself?


[OoC: Retag Avery
 

[Avery]

Tags: Glorilyss
Words: 413
Music: Riptide
Muse: Good
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Warrior.

Strong.
Handsome.
Pure.
Perfection.

Hawkblaze strut through his territory with a long sure stride. His broad shoulder's rolled underneath his brown swirled coat, and rich honey amber eyes surveyed the treeline with mild interest. This was his first solo patrol since his warrior ceremony a few night ago and he was simply relishing in the power his new title gave him. He no longer needed to listen to his mentor, nor the other so called teachers of his Clan, he just merely needed to keep up his facade. The charming, obedient, handsome tom that everyone loved. Worship was more like it. Hawkblaze was what everyone wanted to be. Strong, commanding, and incredibly charismatic with females practically throwing themselves at him. Flicking his black capped tail he laughed softly. His name wasn't some prissy excuse for a warrior name, it was a warrior name, and he hoped one day it was strike fear for all of his enemies.

His next step was to get an apprentice and then continue building support in his Clan. His sight was set on being a deputy , and then eventually a leader. Hawkstar certainly had a nice ring to it. From there he had his eyes set on his shining future with a beautiful mate on his side... when he was ready to settle that is. Which was definitely not any time soon. Trotting forward he moved towards the Leafclan border and began to slink along the clashing scents of his clan's scent with the disgusting scent of Leafclan. His whiskers pulled back as he forced himself to scent the area on his side, seeing if any Tree-Rats had crossed it on 'accident.' Now that he was a warrior he could chase them off without having to wait for permission of his mentor and he wiggled his toes in delight. Oh what fun this would be.

She-cat.

Eyes snapping towards the Leafclan side of the border he spotted a pecular sight of a she-cat nearing his border. It seemed that this tom just seemed to attract cat's whenever he journeyed to the outskirts of his Clan. Brown orbs traveled across the cat's frame in front of him. She was certainly attractive. Very, very attractive... Leafclan was actually one that he could accept. They were of noble birth and probably just as old as Midnightclan. Yes, he could definitely woo this one.

"Hello stranger." He meowed, his deep voice carrying towards her.

[Glorilyss]

Blossompaw wasn't actually sure who had seen whom first, but she would have sworn that it had been her - not that that counted for much. In all actuality, they had probably seen each other within moments of each other; while further inspection noted a hard body of woodsy tabby browns ideally suited for the forest, the fact that the other feline had been moving had been a bit of a dead giveaway, and Blossompaw knew that she wasn't exactly the image of camouflage herself. Well, that didn't matter, either; she had little interest in hunting, anyways. The halfbreed cats were so interested in eating the Clan out of house and home; they should be the ones to put the prey back on the pile while purebloods like herself were out defending their delicate little throats. Really, sometimes Clan loyalty just asked too much of her.

Forcefully pushing all thoughts of disloyal Clanmates from her mind - after all, that was why she'd left camp - the tabby and white turned herself slightly away from the newcomer, stopping at an angle from the MidnightClan cat. Stretching forward slightly so that every inch of feral, elegant limb and body could be seen, she lifted her tail rigidly upright in a gesture that was either friendly - or confident. The wildcat's chin came up a little, like a dancer stepping onto the stage, and her eyes took on something almost like a predatory gleam as she ran her own frank assessment of the approaching tom. She had not even recognized him as male for several moments, but when the realization came, it made little difference: what could stop a LeafClan cat? Even in the face of a fully-grown tomcat, she wasn't frightened - just slightly challenging.

Then, with a pert flick of an ear, the she-cat twisted, no longer displaying the veiled threat that lurked behind glossy fur and toughened muscles in the guise of a conceited beauty show. Instead, she came forward now, her gaze honest and open. As usual, Blossompaw was typically unpredictable; while an encounter with a cat from another Clan might have usually soured her mood, today it only seemed to invigorate it. "How now! A MidnightClan coming to join LeafClan?" Thankfully, there was hardly a trace of the constant arrogance in her voice, though the very set of her shoulders belied her pride. Rather, her tone was light and clearly teasing, but the curiosity in her face was clearly marked. "We don't get many visitors here." Which was not exactly true, of course, since LeafClan had rather recently been the target for multiple attacks by other Clans - but really, who was counting? Certainly not Blossompaw.

[Avery]

Tags: Glorilyss
Muse: Okay
Words: 144 ( )
Music: --
Ooc: SO sorry for the incredibly sucky post. I just can't muster muse tonight </3

How interesting.

The threat from the she-cat in front of him was plain to see. She was pretty, but at the same time she was trying to show him that she could easily handle her own. Ick, that's a nasty little habbit Rabbit, he thought to himself. Liquid amber eyes stared at her curiously why she came to stand facing him, her expression changing into one of pure friendliness. Black whiskers twitched at her words, and he couldn't help but give a small chuckle. "You wish we would join you, maybe then you're borders would be kept up to date." He meowed huskily back towards her, half playful, half serious. "It's interesting to see a lone Leafclanner by themselves, they usually travel in packs... Not banished are you?" He asked lazily. Settling onto his haunches he awaited her answer.

[Glorilyss]

There was something distinctly patronizing about that chuckle, something that felt distinctly similar to the way her father used to smile indulgently at his darling daughter and rasp his tongue absent-mindedly over her forehead. Discomfitted and flushed with slight annoyance at the comparison, the she-cat's temper flickered a little faster than normal at her words. "Our borders are strong enough! I can smell them from here! Maybe your sense of smell's been dulled by all those nasty pines." Okay, so she really had nothing against the trees of MidnightClan - there were even a few of the spiky-leaved trees on LeafClan's territory, though of course they were few and far between - but she couldn't stand the stink of sap or the stickiness it left on her fur. Cleverly enough for the younger girl, though, her tone was still light and teasing, nothing like the harsh, rude voice she would have used on some halfwit mixed-blood cat. Maybe it was something about the tom - the set of his shoulders or the angle of his cheekbones, but he seemed like the sort to appreciate pure blood. Heck, he was probably pure MidnightClan as far back as his ancestors could be traced. There was nothing Blossompaw could appreciate more than a warrior with pure Clan heritage, even if they were from another Clan. Pure blood should be protected no matter the Clan, in her opinion.

At the tom's second quip, she drew herself up to her full height - admittedly rather shorter than the darker tabby, but it made her feel a little better. "No," she replied aristocratically, queenly presence slightly diminished by the sassy look on her face. "Not like LeafClan can afford to start throwing out anyone with pure blood - the Clans will be overrun with halfbreeds before you can say 'mouse,'" she complained, wrinkling her nose and further destroying the attempt at dignity. For a moment, she forgot that she was speaking with a MidnightClan warrior - and therefore technically an enemy - but came back to herself quickly. "but I imagine that the problem is the same in your Clan. Though really, so many of our pureblood cats got killed off in that stupid war, as if they were little more than converts and common mutts." Of course she was speaking of the war between LeafClan and the rest of the Clans - a risky enough topic when talking to someone in a Clan that had viciously attacked her own.