Post by Dyzzie on Aug 17, 2015 8:24:20 GMT -5
OOC:// Backstory to what happened. Flowerkit(paw) ((Haven't decided if it happens right before or right after her would have been apprentice ceremony)) wanders out of camp, her father following to keep an eye on her sorta thing. She falls into a river, he jumps in after her to bring her back to shore, but the current is too strong and it carries them far from camp, to which the two begin their long journey to come back, often running into all kinds of trouble and what not. Flowerkit(paw) will return at roughly the age of 18-22 moons, and will be given a warrior ceremony soon after coming home.
Anyone can jump in, After all no one has seen either of these two cats in quite a while ;P
Tags: Ambrose
Duskpounce yawned as he sat up early that morning, slowly stretching out his long limbs before his gaze flew to his sleeping daughter. She was no longer the kit that he'd saved from the river (not that being dragged so far away by the river could be called saving). She was grown up . . . and it pained him to know the time he'd missed while he was away from camp, the other kits he couldn't watch grow up . . . the mate . . . . who had probably already replaced him by now. The thought pained him, and he vowed to forget about it. He wouldn't hold it against her, after all for all she knew he was dead. No one had seen what had happened - at least not that he knew off, and with how long he and Flower had been gone, well, again . . . . he wouldn't be surprised if someone else had stepped into his role. A beautiful she-cat like that . . . . any tom would be lucky to call her his. He was lucky, for the short time they had together, the time when she was his everything . . . no, she was still his everything, the reason that he fought so hard to return home.
It had been a long journey, but he and Flower where towards the end of it. Flower . . . . she had missed so much of the clan life too, having to grow up on the trail with him. but he'd made sure that her days were spent learning clan rules, warrior code, all the normal things an apprentice and young warrior would know. She was a remarkable student, too. She took to each new piece of information - each new technique with abundance. And with the few individuals they'd crossed paths with teaching her other hunting and fighting techniques . . . . the frisky little female was quite the interesting being. She was light and agile, delicate and precious, a keen hunter and climber, and not afraid to push herself to the limits. Her fighting wasn't quite up to par to her hunting skills, but she was still a decent fighter in a tough spot too. She had grown up so quickly, and into such a striking young female . . . . she looked so much like her mother that it often tore at his heart.
The small female blinked her eyes open, feeling her father's attention and looking up with a tiny yawn. Sitting up, the lilac tortie female stretched out slowly, her short fur reflecting slightly in the sunlight, giving off the same glimmering (shimmering) effect her father's did. One of the few things she got from him. That, and her green eyes. With a slow stretch of her muscles, she stood and shook some of the snow from her pelt that had blown into their shelter some time in the evening. Looking up, she tilted her lightly to the side, her eyes sparkling with kindness and joy, "You said we'd almost be back to the clan, right Duskpounce? Later today?" She asked, keeping her voice light and airy - mainly to hide her fear. She'd been gone from the clans for so long - she hardly remembered what it was like. She hardly remembered her siblings, nor her mother. How was she suppose to rejoin clan society? What if the outcasted her for the time away. She was basically raised like a loner (except for the deep knowledge of clan life thanks to her father's determination to keep her mindset that of a clan cat). What would anyone even think of their return. Of course, her biggest question was: What if they weren't allowed to return.
Their disappearance was probably a mystery to the clan - none know what really happened, and she couldn't imagine that any would be likely to have guessed that they were swept away against their will. but still . . . she could only hope that their return would be met with positivity - homecoming . . . . not . . . . anything else. The tom flicked his tail tip against his nose, catching her attention quickly, "Relax Flower . . . . it'll be fine. Let's go home." Flower . . . . he'd called her Flowerkit and occasionally Flowerpaw the first few moons they were trying to get home, but as she grew older, the suffix dropped - likely because by now she should have a warrior name - or at least be getting one soon. She looked at her father calmly, trying to gain her strength, before voicing her big concern, "Duskpounce, what if they won't let us back . . . . let me back in. I wasn't raised beyond my 7 moon in camp, and now I'm a warrior's age . . . . what if . . . . what if they don't want me."
Duskpounce frowned gently, before licking her ear, "Then they'd be foolish for losing two loyal cats." She looked up at her father in surprise, and managed a faint smile at his wink, "Like I'd leave you out here to defend for yourself. Besides, how will they not love you . . . . your an angel . . ." Her smile grew softly, her heart lightening at his words until she flicked her tail and cast a sly glance around the area, her diva side showing a bit more, "I am pretty fabulous, aren't I?" She asked with a soft laugh before following her father out of their den.
They still had a few hours worth of ground to cover, but finally they were with in Leafclan territory. The female felt her nerves strike up again, uncertain, hesitant, a tad afraid as she ventured closer to her father, looking around the land that smelled like home, but still looked unfamiliar . . . . Home . . . Leafclan . . . She just felt like running and hiding back in the den they'd used last night for shelter. It felt more familiar than this place . . . . Oh how was she ever going to survive this.
Anyone can jump in, After all no one has seen either of these two cats in quite a while ;P
Tags: Ambrose
Duskpounce yawned as he sat up early that morning, slowly stretching out his long limbs before his gaze flew to his sleeping daughter. She was no longer the kit that he'd saved from the river (not that being dragged so far away by the river could be called saving). She was grown up . . . and it pained him to know the time he'd missed while he was away from camp, the other kits he couldn't watch grow up . . . the mate . . . . who had probably already replaced him by now. The thought pained him, and he vowed to forget about it. He wouldn't hold it against her, after all for all she knew he was dead. No one had seen what had happened - at least not that he knew off, and with how long he and Flower had been gone, well, again . . . . he wouldn't be surprised if someone else had stepped into his role. A beautiful she-cat like that . . . . any tom would be lucky to call her his. He was lucky, for the short time they had together, the time when she was his everything . . . no, she was still his everything, the reason that he fought so hard to return home.
It had been a long journey, but he and Flower where towards the end of it. Flower . . . . she had missed so much of the clan life too, having to grow up on the trail with him. but he'd made sure that her days were spent learning clan rules, warrior code, all the normal things an apprentice and young warrior would know. She was a remarkable student, too. She took to each new piece of information - each new technique with abundance. And with the few individuals they'd crossed paths with teaching her other hunting and fighting techniques . . . . the frisky little female was quite the interesting being. She was light and agile, delicate and precious, a keen hunter and climber, and not afraid to push herself to the limits. Her fighting wasn't quite up to par to her hunting skills, but she was still a decent fighter in a tough spot too. She had grown up so quickly, and into such a striking young female . . . . she looked so much like her mother that it often tore at his heart.
The small female blinked her eyes open, feeling her father's attention and looking up with a tiny yawn. Sitting up, the lilac tortie female stretched out slowly, her short fur reflecting slightly in the sunlight, giving off the same glimmering (shimmering) effect her father's did. One of the few things she got from him. That, and her green eyes. With a slow stretch of her muscles, she stood and shook some of the snow from her pelt that had blown into their shelter some time in the evening. Looking up, she tilted her lightly to the side, her eyes sparkling with kindness and joy, "You said we'd almost be back to the clan, right Duskpounce? Later today?" She asked, keeping her voice light and airy - mainly to hide her fear. She'd been gone from the clans for so long - she hardly remembered what it was like. She hardly remembered her siblings, nor her mother. How was she suppose to rejoin clan society? What if the outcasted her for the time away. She was basically raised like a loner (except for the deep knowledge of clan life thanks to her father's determination to keep her mindset that of a clan cat). What would anyone even think of their return. Of course, her biggest question was: What if they weren't allowed to return.
Their disappearance was probably a mystery to the clan - none know what really happened, and she couldn't imagine that any would be likely to have guessed that they were swept away against their will. but still . . . she could only hope that their return would be met with positivity - homecoming . . . . not . . . . anything else. The tom flicked his tail tip against his nose, catching her attention quickly, "Relax Flower . . . . it'll be fine. Let's go home." Flower . . . . he'd called her Flowerkit and occasionally Flowerpaw the first few moons they were trying to get home, but as she grew older, the suffix dropped - likely because by now she should have a warrior name - or at least be getting one soon. She looked at her father calmly, trying to gain her strength, before voicing her big concern, "Duskpounce, what if they won't let us back . . . . let me back in. I wasn't raised beyond my 7 moon in camp, and now I'm a warrior's age . . . . what if . . . . what if they don't want me."
Duskpounce frowned gently, before licking her ear, "Then they'd be foolish for losing two loyal cats." She looked up at her father in surprise, and managed a faint smile at his wink, "Like I'd leave you out here to defend for yourself. Besides, how will they not love you . . . . your an angel . . ." Her smile grew softly, her heart lightening at his words until she flicked her tail and cast a sly glance around the area, her diva side showing a bit more, "I am pretty fabulous, aren't I?" She asked with a soft laugh before following her father out of their den.
They still had a few hours worth of ground to cover, but finally they were with in Leafclan territory. The female felt her nerves strike up again, uncertain, hesitant, a tad afraid as she ventured closer to her father, looking around the land that smelled like home, but still looked unfamiliar . . . . Home . . . Leafclan . . . She just felt like running and hiding back in the den they'd used last night for shelter. It felt more familiar than this place . . . . Oh how was she ever going to survive this.