Ghost Town: Blossom & Hawk [Glorilyss]

[Avery]

Ooc: Long over due darling <3
Glorilyss
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       Massive paws churned the fallen leaf litter as the tom wandered the territory of Midnightclan. Golden eyes flickered to and fro as the dying sunlight dappled his dark tabby coat. It had been a long time since he had come this way, considering Foxfire had been keeping him busy with training and plotting for their eventual take over of the Clans. It had been about one full year since his naming ceremony and the tom had completely filled into himself. He was broad shouldered, with a large chest and muscles rippled underneath his chocolate coloredcloak of fur. He was certainly one to look at, and he certainly relished in the power he had over she-cats. Two-toned whiskers twitched once before he changed his direction, heading towards the edge where Midnightclan met with Leafclan. A dangerous path as of late since the disaster with Pebblestar, many clan cats did not trust Midnightclan anymore. What did he care though? The rest of the Clans were riddled with half-breeds and rogues, tainting the pure blooded cats that clung to their traditional ways.

If he was a leader he would throw out or kill every non-pure cat in Midnightclan.

 However, he wasn't so they were safe for now.

 Plus, he still had more plotting to do before he was ready to take over the Clan and eventually the entire forest. Foxfire was on his side, and the fire-furred she-cat was malicious in her task. She wanted this as much as he did. Scenting the clean smell of a mouse the tom paused for a brief moment, pinpointing the tiny body easily in the dying grass that was scattered throughout the trees. Slipping into a hunting crouch he moved over the ground before springing at his prey and digging long black claws into the flesh. The mouse  squealed once before it was silent and dangled from his iron jaws. His mouth watered and he fought the urge to tear into it right there and then... The Clan did come first, and he had to listen to the so called 'warrior code' for a little while longer. Begrudgingly he found a safe place to bury it for later. 

[Glorilyss]

The world was a blaze of light and fire, deciduous beech trees glittering with vibrant-golden crowns over elegant silver trunks. Curling leaves, fallen and rotting where they crunched underpaw, coated the forest's floor, a duller brown carpet against the glowing raiment of the trees above. Vividly sunny against an arching, infinitely blue sky, the still-leafy branches striped cooler shadows over butter-yellow slabs of light that oozed and flowed in honey-thick waves across the world below, giving a mottled twist to a tiger's pelt. Occasionally amidst the riot of molten-gold treetops, the deeper orange shades glimmered through. A vibrant breeze sprang up as the sun sank lower in the sky, painting the world around the swiftly-moving shape in shades of sunset and dusky lavender. The sudden movement in the heavens made a shower of golden leaves rain upon the ginger and white tabby, spangling her fur in the flashing light of a thousand glittering leaf-fall sequins, crowning her as an autumnal princess, an Equinox queen.

Intensely amber eyes picked out the tell-tale sign of bloody crimson splashes that indicated an approach toward the MidnightClan border; LeafClan's own precious beech forest was incapable of providing such a breath-taking display of russet and fire like the oaks on the wrong side of the border did. Blossomwish passed a content gaze over the display around her. The sun gilded the edges of leaf and twig, making the world look like it was engulfed in flame, with the whirlwind spitfire warrior at its heart. She felt like she owned the forest; she felt as though every nerve in her body was incredibly alive. It was probably just such an intoxicating mix of power and desire that forced her closer to the MidnightClan border, despite the gossip about them. LeafClan had been maligned in the past; she knew what it was like to be the outsider Clan, the current pariah.

Well, and if she was going to be honest, she was looking for him. but then, she wasn't going to be honest, was she?

At the shrill, singular cry of some once-living creature, the warrior's ears flew up and her eyes, hard and luminous as the stone they mimicked, widened. A critical gaze flicked over the scene. Up above, in the treetops, any movement would have been easy to notice; down here, where the shadows were growing duskier and thickening with every passing minute, things were a bit less simple. The creature stepped forward, pointed chin tilted defiantly in all of its ragged elegance, feral teeth flashing pearly as she opened her mouth to call out. "Who's there? Show yourself."

[Avery]

Satisfied that the prey was buried deep enough that no cat or other predator would likely find it the tom moved on, wanting to cover as much ground as he possibly could in the short time that he had. He was supposed to be meeting Foxfire for another training sessions at mid-night but he hoped to catch a few moments of sleep before paw, the she-cat trained hard and he would be exhausted afterwards most likely. Beginning to move on he paused the minute he heard another cat's voice echo through the woods. Ears swiveling on his head he tried to pinpoint where the voice had come from. Narrowing in onto a section of wood to his right, he began to trot towards it, his paws muffled by the leaf litter.

The scent of Leaf-clan reached his nose.

A familiar one at that.

Slowing to a walk he watched in the shadows for a brief moment, picking up on the markings of a she-cat he had met during his first few moons as a warrior he noticed how much she had grown since he had last seen her. She must be a warrior now. Noting her fearsome look he gave a small mrrow of laughter before escaping the clutches of the shadows that had accepted him. Liquid brown eyes glistened with a dangerous gleam as he prowled towards her, shoulders rotating with each step. "My dear, you're awfully far from your home. Are you sure you feel comfortable jumping into an attack without knowing who you are facing?" Black claws slid from their sheathes as the tabby slowed to a full stop. Orbs roving over her they eventually settled onto her (green?) gaze. "It's been awhile since I have seen you Blossompaw. Afraid of things that go bump in the night kitten?"

[Glorilyss]

The moments of silence that greeted her brash challenge were tense, pregnant with a feeling that would have been foreboding if the ginger and white tabby had been familiar with fear. Then again, she wasn't, so they weren't. She was relatively certain that she would have scented anything that she should actually be wary of, so that cut badgers and foxes out of the equation, and if it was another cat? Well, she'd dealt with those too, and had the ragged lines of white-pink scars to prove it. She was ready for a challenge - she wanted one. In fact, if she got into a fight, all the better.

but then he appeared.

As stupid as it felt, her breath actually caught in her throat for a second. She hadn't been entirely sure if it had been the elusive, shadow-colored Greypaw who had been haunting her thoughts or the chocolate-colored demigod before her, but as soon as he oozed from the shadow, everything became crystalline in its clarity. She felt a small jolt in her system, the tip of her tail curling Ina pleasure she denied herself; a flood of heat burned in her ears, and her eyes felt super-focused on the tomcat before her. Without consciously thinking it, she wished she could close the distance between the two, step over the border and throw caution to the wind. And then she did realize that feeling in her belly, and instantly felt like a complete idiot.

"I'd think you know me a bit better than that, Hawkblaze." There was no hesitation when she said his name - how could she have forgotten it, when the dark face loomed through her dreams, even if it was forgotten upon waking? She felt like she'd been waiting for this moment all of her life. Next to the broad-shouldered tom, she wondered how any of her Clanmates could compare. Even the mysterious Greypaw seemed to fade into the background. No wonder she'd never felt anything with the soft-hearted Sparkleap; how could she, when this paragon stood just a fox length away?

"As if I'm afraid of anything, much less Midnightclan cats." The words were teasing, the tone light. "And it's Blossomwind now," she added, refusing to tell the Tom the true name that she'd been commended to StarClan with. Blossomwish. The thought of it disgusted her, the way that Sunstar had named her so stupidly; she felt herself taking a brave step forward, as though she could distance herself from the humiliation. "I've seen a few toms this way, but it's been a while since you've come back." She kept any hint of wistful complaint from her voice; whenever she was with the dark Tom, she was all fire, all challenge.

[Avery]

Dark eyes glistened towards the she-cat and a smirk adorned his black lips. She certainly was one to look at, but he had had plenty of pretty kitties throw themselves at him. What made her so different? Perhaps she it because she was a Leafclanner. The 'purest' of them all, and because she upheld his values of purebloods. Ears rotating forwards at her words Hawkblaze remained mute, letting her continue on her speech.

"As if I'm afraid of anything, much less Midnightclan cats. And it's Blossomwind now."

Another small chuckle growled itself from his chest as he swept his black streaked plumed tail around him. "Well now, aren't we quite the fearless little thing Blossomwind." He spoke to her, his voice rough compared to the usual soft tones of the other Clans cats. Padding towards he moved around like smoke, the young she-cat only filling half of his massive frame. "I'd be worried if I were. Not every Midnightclan are considered friendly." He spoke, stopping near her right ear, "In fact there are a few who are quite... deadly." Padding forwards he re-took his place before her and locked his gaze back to her delicate frame. "So Blossomwind, how long have you been a warrior?"

Ears pricking forwards he sighed at her words. He prayed to Starclan that this one wouldn't be clingy. He had a few she-cats as of late that were clingy and outrageously obsessive. It bored him. "I've been busy." He said bluntly, a flash of warning for her to not ask why he was busy. She was pretty yes, and held certain views that agreed with, but was she in his inner circle? No. What he did in his free time was secret. "Surely you have been to."

[Glorilyss]

While the casual smirk upon the arrogant face did twisty sorts of things to the ginger's heart and stomach, she forcibly didn't acknowledge it. So what if he was utterly handsome, with a dangerous edge that set every hair on her pelt vibrating with the thrill of the moment? So what if his eyes gleamed in the fading sunlight Ina way that made her breath stutter? So what if his voice was the one song she'd searched for in her Clan only to find it somewhere else? None of those things mattered. The fact was that he was in another Clan. He was off-limits, forbidden. Too bad it only made him more desirable.

She let him talk, amber eyes vibrant in the paling light, still looking arrogant and defiant and every inch a queen militant. The Tom had specific ideals for she-cats; well, she had a set of rules for toms, too. She heard his words but lifted one shoulder in a shrug, carelessly elegant and somehow snobby in a way that only the blue-blooded members of society could pull off. "I'm a LeafClan warrior. Of course I dont have anything to fear," she murmured carelessly. Part of her was lulled by a sense of recklessness she couldn't shake off. Part of her just didn't care.

At his insinuation of deadly abilities, she lifted a flashing gaze to the tomcat's fave. "Oh, what, are you going to kidnap me like Pebblestar?" she baited him lightly, tail lifting and curling once more at the tip. Her face was lively, her cheekbones sketched in expressive lines under the angular eyes and over the somehow sassily-twitching whiskers; she seemed to live vibrantly, as though she was aware of every moment spent in her body, and how close each of those seconds came to the last. At his question, she felt the words like a blow. Was he trying to undermine her importance by reminding her of her recent status? No matter; she'd fight fire with her own personal brand of inferno. "Oh, a couple of moons or so. And you're right, I have been busy. Activity on this border has been high. Sunstar had to trust someone to keep transient warriors on the rights sids of then cent lines." Again with the borderline-arrogant words, thou perhaps that was just their own personal brand of flirtation - if this could even be called such.

"Your Clanmate Greypaw seemed quite interested in LeafClan, too. Sure you all aren't looking for a purer Clan to join?" The last line was delivered with trademark Blossomwind arrogance, a combination of a light-hearted joke and the running themes tat LeafClan was the only place to be. Even still, her breath caught in her chest a moment. Would he react to the information, or would he brush her off? She couldn't help but hope it would be the former.

[Avery]

Tags: Glorilyss
Words: 444
Music: None
Muse: Good
Ooc: The scent is my cat Raindapple who is currently in Whisperclan but she has visited the Clans before and on multiple occasions. Who plays Greypaw?
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"I'm a LeafClan warrior. Of course I dont have anything to fear,"

Brave words. Incredibly stupid words though.

"Oh, what, are you going to kidnap me like Pebblestar?"

White, sharp canine's glowed in the dying sunlight at her words. The tom's almost black orbs flashed dangerously and he lowered his head so that his stance was more predatory compared to one who was having a friendly chit chat. "Brave words coming from a Leafclanner." He mused, his husky voice drifting towards her. "Are you sure you wish to push your luck with the darker side of the Clans? Could you handle the heat?" Two-toned whiskers pulled back into a light snarl emphasizing his point. She was young, foolish almost in his eyes. Someone who thought she ran the world due to her 'values' but how silly could she be teasing him like this? He was almost a full two head's taller than her, since the top of her ears barely reached past the top part of his shoulder and she was alone...

"Oh, a couple of moons or so. And you're right, I have been busy. Activity on this border has been high. Sunstar had to trust someone to keep transient warriors on the rights sides of then scent lines."


A tail tip flicked once then twice and the Midnightclan warrior rolled his shoulders easing out of the tense position. Were they having cat's wandering their territories to? Lately on his excursions he had come across the same strong scent of a Talonclan warrior, a she-cat by the way she smelled of rain, that passed through dense portions of the territory every second or third night. She always lingered, and was growing more confident with each time she visited. She had yet to catch her. "Ah, so you're having visitors too then?" He asked casually, not sure if he really wanted to have a normal conversation.

Your Clanmate Greypaw seemed quite interested in LeafClan, too. Sure you all aren't looking for a purer Clan to join?"

Greypaw.

Hawkblaze had been there for his apprentice ceremony but otherwise then that he had never talked to the tom. Learning that he was visited Leafclan was certainly news to him... and it would most definitely need to be addressed. Perhaps he would need to pay his younger Clanmate a visit. Narrowing his orbs onto her frame he chuckled back at her, "I'm sure we would cause quite the stir with Sunstar." He replied coolly.

[Glorilyss]

It wasn't that Blossomwish wasn't clever enough to be afraid, or that she was willfully being a fool. It was really just that she didn't have the experience. Nothing in her life had taught her any fear besides the sole trigger that she would fail her Clan. Beside that, she had grown up utterly confident in the belief that her body was strong, her parents had raised her well, her mentor had trained her properly, and her Clan was - as surely, her Clan must always be - in the right, and far superior. While she admired the broad-shoulder rogue before her, and could clearly see he was strong - surely he could only be on par with her Clanmates? She didn't think anyone could surpass LeafClan, at least - 'Well, not the way we used to be.'

However, even her most arrogant nature recognized the threat that the male was showing her. The aggressive slant to his neck, the way that the auburn fire around them painted his muscular frame in thick, chocolate-and-midnight strokes, the collected ink of his eyes, and the overall preparedness for a lunge worked to subconsciously alert Blossomwish to the change in things. Even had she not had the trained eye of a warrior, newcome or not, she could see the way his body language shifted, and she felt herself move slightly, too: forepaws spreading slightly as though bracing for impact, rocking her weight forward to help with any sudden dashes, lowering her own stance slightly to better protect her vulnerable spots of throat and belly. Despite all of the immediate precautions she took, Blossomwish couldn't help but be herself. "Could you handle the heat?" When Hawkblaze gave her fire, she answered with her own brand of flame.

"I haven't seen anything yet to really worry me," she replied, feeling a shiver of delight  in the delicious dance of words, even while her own tone was negligently light and yet somehow challenging on a deeper level. She lifted her forepaw and took a step closer, knowing that she was throwing off her balance if push ever came to shove, but perfectly content to throw caution to the wind. She saw the tom seem to - not soften, exactly, but perhaps relax. Still, she kept up her own guard for a few more moments before letting the lines of her own body relax, tempered only by the sharpness in her amber eyes. When Hawkblaze let the conversation continue, she fell into pace with him as though the air hadn't been pregnant with intention a moment before. "A few, but none that we can't handle."

"I'm sure we would cause quite the stir with Sunstar." The sound of his laughter did interesting things to her stomach, a curious whirl and flip-flopping movement that had her momentarily disoriented and somehow even more reckless than was normal. She met him look for look, amber gaze dissolving into near-midnight, the expression challenging and yet not aggressive. 

"I haven't felt the need to tell her everything." but what she meant by that, even she wasn't entirely sure she knew.


[ooc: greypaw played by roselocke]

[Avery]

"I haven't felt the need to tell her everything."

The hidden message in her words played around his ears and perked Hawkblaze's curiosity. Black tipped ears swiveled momentarily before a flick of his tail dismissed it. Moving off from her he padded North, wanting to continue his patrol and therefore do his actual duty... Yet, he didn't have to do it alone did he? Technically she was patrolling as well, couldn't they just merge their 'patrols' together and stay on their sides of the borders. The young she-cat was quick witted, smart for the most part and very good on the eyes, but that wasn't why he wanted her to continue chatting.

He wanted information.

Information that he could use and report back to Foxfire.

Blackmail.

Glancing over his shoulder he gave her a half-smirking smile, dark eyes gleaming in the dying sunlight. "Care to continue this conversation Blossomwind? Or do you have to return to your leader?" A barbed insult wove it's way around the words, and the tom knew she would most likely grow defensive. He wanted to entice her, have her prove him wrong then wrap her up in his spider web. Make her sing like a songbird eventually.

He wanted to play.

[Glorilyss]

Stupidly, foolishly, in a way that utterly had her cursing herself and her complete idiocy, she felt her heart lurch as the tom turned to the north. She immediately quelled it, but knew that she'd have some explaining to do later. The point was to play with the dark-furred tom, string him along a bit, get him dancing to her tune and then drop him when he got boring. Now it seemed like she might not be the only one with such a game in mind, and she wasn't even sure who was playing whom. If she was going to keep her dignity, she'd have to stop mooning around like a lovesick fool. If she was going to stay on top, she'd have to watch her thoughts, and at all costs, make her stupid, inconstant heart stop its infernal fluttering every time he turned those midnight-colored eyes on her.

Of course, part of the problem was that she didn't want him to stop.

When Hawkblaze tossed her his trademark smile, over his shoulder, she firmly put an end to any girlish inward squealing. No need for any of that fluff; she'd gone near-on sixteen moons without any such tripe before she'd met the dark tom, and she didn't think it was necessary now. Inwardly embarrassed with her earlier display - while flirting was fine, falling toes over tail for someone was certainly not - she nodded coolly. Stepping out delicately, the she-cat flicked her ears and cocked her head in a way that she hoped was a combination of dignified and coquettish.

Still, despite her moments-ago pep talk about how she was going to not play directly into his paws, she couldn't help bridling slightly at the MidnightClan cat's words and the tone wrapped around them. "Oh, I probably should return," she replied back, trying to keep her irritation in check. Did he think she was a kit? "Sunstar couldn't lead her way out of a pile of leaves. but I'd much rather be out here." The silence was filled immediately with the unspoken words: with you, and she rushed to cover them up. "You know, with some decent company."