Sunsets and Silhouette Dreams [Avery]

[Avery]

"Have you thought about.. going with him?"

Would she be considered a traitor if she said yes to this? Would Vineheart think she was abandoning her Clan for a new life? Looking away Wildpaw contemplated these questions before sighing. "Yes." She said softly, her eyes holding pain. "I.. I mean we've never discussed it or anything, but I have thought about.. you know leaving. I just.. don't belong here so I thought that it might be a good thing if I left." She looked back towards her friend and gave a small half-hearted shrug. "I just don't know if I could actually follow through with it you know? How would Gatherings go? Would Sunsetclan's members even want to see me? Or would they just... shun me?" She wrestled with herself, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Who is the second?"

Wildpaw laughed outloud at her next question, her eyes slightly hard with unexpressed emotion. "See, that one is harder to answer then the first one. Even I don't know if there is anything there, because there certainly isn't anything from his side." She meowed, flicking her tail in an irritated manner. This one simply drove her crazy. He was constantly on her mind, and it drove her to constant distraction. It wasn't that she thought his looks (but they were definitely an asset) or his outstanding personality (sarcasm) but it was probably on how intriguing the tom actually was to her. He just.. had her interest from the first encounter... much to her annoyance. There as just something special about him that she couldn't quite put her paw on. "Take a wild guess at it Vineheart, I'm awfully curious to see if anyone has noticed it?"

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The moment Wildpaw confessed to having indeed thought about it, Vineheart realized that deep down she had already known. Having known Wildpaw for moons and knowing what she was dealing with now, the word traitor didn't jump to mind - a bunch of questions did. What would happen at gatherings, when there was problems between the clans, when she left? Now that they were talking again, what would happen between them. Even with all these questions, Vineheart was still not angry, in fact she was a little sad. If she was in the same position she would probably do the same thing, Starclan, life in the clan wasn't great for her either. Vineheart understood. 

Small rounded eyes pricked up at the mention of the second cat Wildpaw was keeping company with. She wanted her to guess? Scrunching her face softly in thought, Vineheart looked away from her friend and around the camp. A tom in the camp. Instantly her mind went to the group of heartbreaker toms but for the life of her couldn't remember their names. It had to be one of them though by the way she had described him. Shaking her head in slight annoyance at not knowing, Vineheart went to look at her friend and then remembered she had seen Wildpaw hanging around a familiar tom when she was present in camp, or at least casting a glance in his direction. What was his name? Vineheart usually knew most of the cats in the clan but now with her current facial rearrangement she had kept herself away. Looking back up, Vineheart said: "I can see who I think it is but I'm not sure of the name. He's trouble isn't he?" Her tone wasn't horrible, nothing but concern for her friend.


Sorry, low muse :c

[Avery]

Tags: ℓυиαя
Muse: Good
Music: Mama's Broken Heart -- Miranda Lambert (It's stuck in my head right now)
Ooc: FINALS ARE DONE

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"I can see who I think it is but I'm not sure of the name. He's trouble isn't he?"

Looking down at her paws, she wiggled her toes a couple of times before looking back at Vineheart. Her friend's eyes were soft, but her voice held a note of concern. Wildpaw knew that if she had been in Vineheart's position she would certainly be concerned for herself. The tom that she had her mind wrapped around was definitely not a "typical" mate choice for many she-cats. Most preferred someone who wasn't constantly attacking them by accident or seemingly fighting something within or who's mood seemed to switch each heartbeat. Most she-cat's liked the "safety-net" toms, the one's who they had known for years or the one's who were... well boring. Wildpaw flicked her ear at the thought; he definitely wasn't boring. If anything he made her feel alive when she was with him, and... wanted. He just seemed to be there when she needed someone. "You could definitely say that Vineheart, although I have no idea where it's going, and I'm probably just projecting on something that's not there." She shrugged and looked back around camp. "Hey! Come on now, I didn't come over here to unload my problems onto you. What about you? Any toms?" She asked returning her gaze towards her and wiggling her eyebrows.

"Is there any particular tom that I should be giving the stink-eye to?" She asked chuckling slightly. In truth she just wanted to change the subject off of herself and onto Vineheart. She didn't want the she-cat to think she was just here to project her worries onto her friend, and she had genuinely been interested in her friend's state, considering they hadn't spoken for a long time. The tabby apprentice was silently hoping that Vineheart and her could return to their old friendship. It had been a long time since she had someone on her side.

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As Wildpaw confirmed her suspicions that the tom in question was trouble, Vineheart's eyes darkened and she quickly looked away out over the camp. While the two hadn't spoken in a long while, Vineheart knew her old friend deserved better than him. She deserved to be happy. 

And if he was making her happy?

Well that was the question of the moon wasn't it?

Those little round ears followed the noises around camp as a wave of concern washed over her. What if something happened? Vineheart didn't want her friend hurt because a tom thought he was the coolest thing on four legs - yet what could she do except be there? Wildpaw had said herself that she didn't know where it was going. With a small sigh, Vineheart looked back at the other tabby. "Alright, just.. be careful." Her tone was of a soft determination and concern for the she cat she had once been closer to than anyone. Golden eyes went to rove back over the camp, the owner just enjoying the easy company that was so familiar.

That was until Wildpaw's question reached her ears.

"What about you? Any toms? Is there any particular tom that I should be giving the stink-eye to?"

While the question's were seemingly harmless enough they shot through the small tabby like a hot poker and her eyes locked on her paws. Were there any toms? It was a thought that often kept her up at night, not that one in particular but questions of her future always seemed to bombard her whilst alone.

Would she find a mate?

Would she ever gain the respect back of her clan?

Was her attacker continuing to harm other clan cats?

Would she ever feel normal again?

Yet at night while she tryed to fight off the torrent of questions and doubts in her mind, Vineheart remembered Sandstrike. The strong loyal warrior that had held her back at the twoleg nest and who still did. He didn't care about her scars, he hated that others stared, and he saw her as brave rather than an embarrassment. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.

Did he count?

After all, VIneheart wasn't sure he thought of her as anything but a friend, a clan mate, someone he had been through a difficult time with. Maybe she only felt like this because he had saved her life. Maybe.
Her inner turmoil leaked out across her face but the whole thing only lasted seconds before she shifted her front paws and looked once more at Wildpaw.

"No, I don't think so.. Other's barely look at me, let alone show an interest." Except him. 

It was there, left unsaid but almost tangible in the air between the two of them. She just wanted someone to talk to.

[Avery]

Tags: ℓυиαя
Music: Sweater Weather
Muse: High
Words: 538
Ooc: This line made me laugh out loud -- Vineheart didn't want her friend hurt because a tom thought he was the coolest thing on four legs. Also, I ship her and Sandstrike.. just sayin'

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"Alright, just.. be careful."

"I will be."

Wildpaw smiled warmly at her friend thankful for her kind concern. Wildpaw knew she probably stand warily on the side of his life until she was one hundred percent certain she knew where these feelings were going, but until then it was a relief to talk about her petty problems until that day occurred. Tail flickering in thought her mind brought the same cycle of memories in a quick procession; starting off on their first hunting trip and ending with the last few time's she had seen him causing a smile to pull at her lips. No matter how much she denied herself, he certainly had her ensnared in a dangerous dance, and she was secretly loving every moment. The other tom was a different matter. He was certainly.. safer, but there was still risks that fell around him. For one she would have to leave her Clan, because there would be no way that she could ever allow him to step down as Deputy for her. That would be unfair, and she would feel guilty every single day. but, at the moment she didn't need to think of those two. She had someone in front of her who was present and hopefully ready to repair their old friendship.

Watching the emotion's tumble over Vineheart's scared face Wildpaw felt guilt course her. She was assuming Vineheart was thinking that she would never get a mate looking like she did now, and the feline flicked her tail across her shoulder's again. She hadn't wanted to bring up painful memories or emotions, only to change the subject off herself. Here she was going on and on about her tom problems when her friend was going through something harder. Wildpaw wanted to tell her that she was beautiful before and would continue to be. That there would be someone out there for her. The dark apprentice would also make sure that she was treated right.

"No, I don't think so.. Other's barely look at me, let alone show an interest."

Wildpaw's eyes softened and she nudged Vineheart gently to not disturb any of her wounds. "Hey now, I'll have none of that you silly goose." She meowed kindly, "Before I..." Pausing she tried to gather her thoughts. Before I abandoned you because I couldn't deal with everything? Because I practically threw you away from.. toms.. Wildpaw felt disappointment blossom in the pit of her stomach at that thought. She never thought she would ever be saying that she had left her friends because of some possible crushes. Heck, she never thought she would ever say she was interested in a tom. Clearing her throat she continued, "Before I decided to be a giant badger towards you, I saw plenty of glances go your way at Gatherings, and I'm pretty sure you're lying about not having any interest. Who is it? I can see it in your eyes that you have secret."

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OOC: D'Awwwww Wildpaw is so sweet. Yeah, I ship em' too :P

Changing her train of thought away from herself, Vineheart shook her head. "I was to blame as equally as you were." Sure Wildpaw had changed but Vineheart had gotten to the point where she had wanted a break, she had given up. Now she saw how much of a bad idea that had been, how much she had missed out on in Wildpaw's life. Despite her inner feelings, Vineheart couldn't help but laugh softly at her old friends persistence at the tom question - partly because it reminded her so much of what they had once had and because it was Wildpaw to a T. She tried to cast her mind back to when the scars hadn't traversed her face but she found that hard. In only the short amount of time after the incident, Vineheart already felt like they had existed forever. but... yes... she had gotten some looks hadn't she.

Taking a deep breath, Vineheart pondered how to word her confession, that Wildpaw so desperately wanted, without sounding pathetic. After a few seconds she concluded there was no way in which not to unless she took out a page from Wildpaw's book. "Guess then if you want to know so much," a cheeky grin ad-mist the brutal scars. Let's see how good she was at her own game.