Nesting Doll (Birch X Wild) (Amber)

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Extremely high
Song: Crazy for you-- only because I'm addicted to it right now
Inspiration: My history of United States to 1877 and history of Europe till 1914 classes
OOC: Phew! Sorry for this post, well actually I am not sorry, I am actually really proud of this haha. I started writing and then everything poured out, which made me realize that I finally made a 1000+ word post! Yay! I wanted to give you something different, so enjoy! :3
Also, I'll let you figure out the "toothed object"  but the weird figurine's were Budapest Nesting Dolls, and the family in the portrait I am saying are from the late 1890's early 1920's.


I am not a killer.

 Those words floated around the young she-cat's mind as she wandered through the two-leg place. Forest green orbs narrowed and widened while the tabby apprentice slunk from the shadow's to the daylight. It was around high-noon, and she was enjoying the peacefulness of this place. Many cats of her clan refused to even step foot in here, fearing that the two-leg's would return and convert them to a house-cat. Wildpaw's claws dug into the grainy wooden surface knowing that if they even tried, they would be met with a faceful of claws. A shudder moved from her red lined with black nose towards the tip of her feathered tail.
When had she become so... angry? Black tipped ears flicked, shrugging the thought away, refusing to dwell on that subject. 

Getting bored of the first floor she bounded up a wooden hill until she reached the top of the two-leg nest. It had been awhile since she had visited this place, and was relatively relieved that the place was still empty of rogues, or wild life. Currently this was her favorite place to hunt for prey or curiosities. Snow had fallen, and laid undisturbed up here which only confirmed her suspicions that she was truly alone. 

In more ways then one Wildpaw? 

 Shaking herself again she padded across the floor, leaving tiny paw prints as she walked. She had explored many of these rooms up here and hadn't been disappointed. Two-leg items littered the floor and only enticed the curious cat even more, causing her to return quite frequently. Moving into her favorite room she paused, scenting the air again. It smelt clean from the newest blanket of snow, but she could still scent the charred wood that was evidence for the fire that had plagued this place. It had moved viciously from downstairs, into the adjacent room, destroying a majority of the walls. Glancing behind her she could pick out the black veins criss-crossing across the white swirling pattern on the wall. Turning her attention to the contents in this room she began to explore, wondering what new mysteries she would uncover today.

Nose in the air she began to uncover the objects that she had found before. A few broken pieces of weird colored wood, a soft plush... thing with a missing eye, and a toothed object that still smelt of two-leg (she had carefully buried that thing in the charred wood, just in case). Leaping gently onto the small ledges that lined the wall she began to pad her way among the artifacts up here. Small figurine's stood in a layer of snow, with oddly etched markings on the faces, oddly resembling fat, round little humans. A small paw "booped" one on the top, causing it to rock. Whisker's twitching in delight she swiped at it again, only for it to fly off the shelf and skid across the snow.

The chase was on.

 Jumping off the shelf the excited she-cat skittered after it, hoping to pounce on it and pin it. She barely felt her paws touch the wooden object before it flew in the other direction and bumping off the other thing's in the room. Growling she hunted after it, and spent several long heartbeats enjoying this kit-tish moment. Finally tiring of the game she leaped for the last time and dug her claws into it. Giving it a quick swift bite to the neck she killed it. Wildpaw's green eyes opened wide worry, and she disentangled herself from her toy. Why did everything have to end that way? She knew hunting for prey was different, but this was an inanimate object, with no benefit for her killing it. Keeping a wary eye on it she stepped away; a feeling of dread and anxiety creeping through her. Her breath billowed around her in icy clouds as she tried to calm her rapid chest movements. 

It was only a game, you were just playing Wildpaw. You weren't trying to hurt it, it's just instinct.

Or is it?

 Refusing to believe that particularly dark thought Wildpaw forced her eyes to wander, hoping to catch something of interest. Her favorite room did not disappoint her as a glitter of gold caught her attention. Padding cautiously towards it she sniffed the corner that was uncovered, making sure it wasn't alive. Swiftly deciding that it wasn't going to kill her, she brushed the layer of snow off the object and leaped backwards in surprise. Her dark brown tabby coat bristled in irritation, and her claws dug into the top layer of the snow. What in Starclan?! 

 Taking a few deep breath's she mustered her courage and moved forwards. After a few hesitant moments she neared the 'thing' again. Dark hues filled in the center of the golden trim, but what had caused her to launch herself backwards in alarm was the large blue two-leg eye staring back at her. She batted at it, and took a few steps backwards. "It's not alive Wildpaw." She muttered to herself before striding towards it with determination. Using her tail she brushed the rest of the snow away and was surprised to see a whole family of two-leg's staring back at her. A male stood behind an old chair while his mate sat on the seat, with her kits (a young male and an even younger female) about her. The family looked grim, but was dressed, in what the she-cat assumed, elegantly. Behind the family stood the large yawning black hole in the wall of her room that was trimmed in wood and ornamental stone. However, in the object it was crackling with a contained flame. Her eyes absorbed every detail, from the golden sheen of the curly hair of the little girl kit, to the dark shadow's of the male's coat. 

Green eyes moved to the background once more and noticed many of the objects that she had discovered were present. The plush thing was in the young girl kit's arms, it's eyes fully intact. The weird colored wood was pieced together into a boat that was near the young male kit's feet, while the mate of the male held the strange toothed object. Even her toy and it's companions were proudly presented on the wall behind them. Were these objects of value to the two-legs? Her fur tingled in excitement, wondering if there were other items like this that could show her what this den used to look like. However, at the moment she couldn't take her eyes off the item. This was her prize.

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ooc: *hit with wall of text* AHHHH oAo
okay this song is just perf for this thread
muse: good
music: monsters (nightcore)

She was beautiful. As much as he loathed her, she still made his heartbeat stagger when he gazed upon her unmatched radiance, her long white pelt rippling about her in silken waves on the ground to blend in with the snow. If her eyes had been open, they would have been a sharp, frosty blue, not a rare feature among light-coloured cats but still striking. Her fur simply blended with the snow, small white flakes settling on her delicate lashes. Every inch of her was beautiful, her delicate body splayed across the snow. The world had been her playground, the cats inhabiting it simply there for her amusement.

And this was to be her coffin.

The frozen dirt hit her corpse in big chunks, the limp appendages showing no response to the assault of earth. When the hole was completely filled and her body no longer visible, a long orange tail swept over it, spreading white dust over the upturned ground. When it was done, the cat turned, sneezed, and walked away.

It wasn't like she hadn't asked for it. Not as if she didn't deserve it. She was a loner, so she wouldn't be missed, anyway. What had happened between them was in no way shape or form love, but they had made a deal to see no one else for the time being. Turns out, she couldn't even do that much. He'd found out and wasted no time tracking her down. She had been with another tom even when he came for her, and it was almost tragic, really, that her deathbed had been underneath some naive, callow tom who wasn't even doing it right. The stupid thing had been too engrossed with her to even find the sense to flee. The SunsetClan tom had finished his burial right before hers.

And now, five steps into his retreat from her grave, he stopped and felt solid consciousness returning to his being. The images came all at once, bursting into his head in a crimson rush. His eyes shot wide, their bright yellow rims trembling, before they shut completely as his head swung downward and his throat convulsed. He managed to keep his stomach down, but just barely. The decomposing buildings seemed to shrink around him, until he felt hunted and exposed.

Why? Why do you do this?
If you really wanted me to stop, I would have.
That's not true...
Face it. You love it.
No, you're wrong.

A hysterical laugh bubbled from his chest. He tried to stop it, but it wasn't his to control, and it burst from his mouth in a crazed cackle. A chill shot down his spine.

You're mine.

A scraping sound snapped him out of his unstable trance, and Birchflame whirled around, claws glistening as he half-expected the she-cat to rise from her icy grave. When nothing emerged from the snow, it sounded again, and he turned his gaze to the building to his right. He walked toward it quietly, stepping through the doorway, and when the first floor was found to be lifeless, slipped up the stairs silently. He stopped dead at the sight that awaited him.

Wildpaw was standing with her back to him-- just like last time-- and some colorful flat thing at her feet. Twoleg things were scattered all across the floor. The fire-furred tom stared at her, every muscle in his body tensed to spring, his eyes panicked at the prospect of being caught-- and the possibility that he would have to kill her. His voice was cold, his face completely grave.

"What are you doing here?"

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: High
Music: Habits- Tove lo

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"What are you doing here?"

 The words echoed around the room disrupting the peace that had carefully enshrouded the little feline's fantasy world. Twirling on light feet she faced the owner of those icy words and she couldn't help but feel a bit surprised at who it was. The tom stood in front of her, his fiery colored coat standing out on the white blanket that surrounded his feet. She couldn't help but notice how the black smoke veins creeping on the wall behind him looked like they were attached to him. A part of him, almost. His usually cheerful, teasing face was dark, and impassive. Tension built between them and Wildpaw felt like she could actually see it if she looked hard enough. This was definitely a turn of events for the young cat, but she knew she say something to him. It'd be weird if she didn't. Actually, she had no idea why she was feeling so worried, as a  bulb of anxiety blooming inside her gut made her realize that she wasn't sure where the tom's mental state was at. He had attacked her several times before and it suddenly dawned on her how many time's he had actually had driven his claws into her pelt.

What a peculiar relationship they had.

"Birchflame." She meowed back, trying to keep her voice even. Clearing her throat, she forced her fur to relax. Now that she began to dwell on the subject of tom's attacking her she seemed to not have the best track record... Between him, her mentor and a few other's, it seemed that she didn't really have a way with the male specimen. 

Except for one,
but he doesn't really count does he Wildpaw? 
Of course not, he's nothing to me, and isn't involved in my life that way.
Really?
Yes.


Letting the silence stretch between, she swept her feathered tail across the room before speaking again, making sure to keep her face neutral. It was just another strange occurance between them... one without ripping each other's fur out hopefully. "I come here often believe it or not. I rather enjoy exploring the..." How was she going to explain this to him? That she loved learning about the two-legs which went against a natural Clan cat extinct? That she was having mixed feelings about a particular cat that went against everything she believed in and the code? That she was feeling like she was utterly alone? That she was practically exiled by her Clanmates? That she was thinking of leaving permanently to avoid their torturous glares? That she had almost killed her mentor?

That you lost your temper and hurt the one who cared for you the most?

 Gathering her running thoughts she cracked a small smile, trying to appear completely normal to the already tormented cat in front of her. "I like to think out here and there's a few interesting things to find around this place." She finally breathed out. Which wasn't to far from the truth. Green eyes matched onto his, trying to read into his position, and wondering if she should try to flee.

Why should I? I've done nothing wrong for once. Plus, I'm pretty sure I can take him.

 Which was true. The young cat had busied herself by training on her own. She had grown a bit taller (her last growth spurt) and lean muscle lined her body. Deciding to take a bit of a risk she glanced down towards the picture and placed a paw on the edge. "I found this, and I was wondering what it was." She said simply, figuring it could, hopefully, break some of the tension. Turning her attention back to him, her tail flicked behind her with a slow rhythm determined to keep this as relaxed as possible.

"What are you doing here Birchflame?" She asked, her usually cheerful eyes serious and compelling. What was the fiery coloured tom doing so far from camp? By himself? There weren't any patrols that she could think of, so this was unusual. Her heart rattled in her chest, while she waited for his answer, and she couldn't understand why she felt so worried. However on the outside her body position was relaxed, and her face was neutral. 

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ooc:
muse: high
music: dollhouse (nightcore)

She was trying to keep the mood light. Not that she was a bad actor, but Birchflame was particularly good at reading cats, and the manner in which she moved was far too casual for the situation. Not to mention that she seemed reluctant to take her eyes off of him. After hearing her answer, he remained silent until she asked, "What are you doing here, Birchflame?", her face serious. Just as she was confident in her victory, he was confident in his; despite the fact that she had grown physically and mentally over the time they had known each other, he had faced several situations like this before. He was more experienced, stronger, wiser. Speed was something that they were certainly evenly-matched in, however. It was exactly like last time, only now, they were far away, where no one would discover her corpse even if he left it just lying there.

He stared at her.

Suddenly, his face broke into a cheerful smile, and a warm laugh spilled from his lips. "Heh, you're so tame. Fascinated by a place like this? You're just like a kit, Wildpaw," he chuckled, and started towards her in casual stride. The black tendrils behind him seemed to break away from his body.

Kill her? Never.

After their last encounter, Birchflame had taken some time to determine his own morals. Up until then, it had all been just a short chain of kills, a rush of bloodlust born from the torrent of emotions inside of him that had no point, no specific targets, no objective. He had been killing to satisfy. After he had nearly opened her neck on accident, he had been plagued by nightmares that night, wondering, what if I had killed her? What if, then, I would have been truly alone? Wildpaw was one of the few cats that he was still close with from his early warriorhood. Well, relatively close. He knew full well that she didn't trust him anymore; it wasn't as if she didn't have reason not to.

No matter. He liked her because she was his friend-- or, rather, had been-- for what was real. She was his friend for that laughing, cheerful young tom that he was merely a shadow of now. She believed that he was still there, somewhere.

And, just maybe, he did too.

Kill her? Never.

"I was just meeting an old friend. A loner." He stopped a good... safe few tail-lengths away. He didn't want to test her trust by getting too close. Giving her a suggestive wink, the handsome tom swayed from side to side slightly in a teasing manner. "Jealous?"

[Avery]

Muse: High
Song: Wolf- First Aid Kit

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Wolf mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin
You're a taker, devil's maker
Let me hear you sing, hey ya hey ya

One
     Two
          Three
                  Four
                        Fiv-


"Heh, you're so tame. Fascinated by a place like this? You're just like a kit, Wildpaw."



Laughter erupted from the chest of the tom and echoed around the ice encrusted room, filling it with warmth. The tension dissolved between the two cats and Wildpaw was left blinking as she tried to figure out what was going on. Taking a step back, not out of fear, she moved away from her object in order for him to have a better look at what she had found. The laughter sounded odd in a situation like this, and Wildpaw kept trying to put her paw on it. Was it genuine? The dark feline felt her lack of control on this situation and couldn't help but feel irritated. She loved being in control during social minds games, but with Birchflame she always seemed to be one step behind him. He was to unpredictable. Her eyes never left his as he padded towards the edge of the golden frame and her mind whirled like a hummingbird's wings in flight.

"I was just meeting an old friend. A loner" Pausing he faced her, his old personality seeming to return, and then a wink followed. "Jealous?

Wolf father, at the door
You don't smile anymore
You're a drifter, shapeshifter
Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya

What was this tom up to? Was he being friendly?
Cautious? 

 Running her orbs over his frame she could tell the slight difference in his position, and he seemed more relaxed. Wildpaw cocked her her head at his question, and gave him a small laugh in response. "Me. Tame? How silly of you to think that." She knew he had no idea about the events that had recently transpired. He probably knew the rumors about the issues with Fallowmist, and the attack, but otherwise then that he had no idea what she was doing in her spare time, and that thrilled her. She doubted that his cover story was true, but she would let it slide. "Of course." She replied to his second question, letting him decide if she was being serious or not. 

Holy light, oh, burn the night, oh keep the spirits strong
Watch it grow, child of wolf
Keep holdin' on

"You'd be stupid not to recognize what history this place has! Or the secrets it can tell... or keep." Her voice returned light, and and a hint of excitement traced through her words. She walked over to her stash on one the lowest level of the small platforms, and opened a lid carefully (a skill that she had mastered in this place. Picking the object up with her mouth she returned back and dropped it at his paws. "Interesting isn't it?" 


When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun
Where the sun would set, tree were dead and the rivers were none
And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place
but there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

She had never seen anything like it before, and it was one of her most prized possession. The feather was not found on any of the  birds around here, and she had marveled at it for hours. The colors were vibrant against the white of the snow, and made to her surprise she liked it even more. Dark green hues turned to blue as the wind moved it. The middle was adorned with a splash of gold, with a lighter blue in the middle. In the very center of the colors was a darker spot; giving it the presence of a giant eye. 
Looking up at him she wondered what his reaction was going to be. Was he going to mock her? Laugh? At this point she didn't really care because she could easily cut him out of her life; she'd done it before. 


You're a drifter,
                      shapeshifter

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ooc:

muse: very high
music: numb (nightcore)

"Of course."

What?

Poor, stupid Birchflame. His mind began scrambling over itself all at once. He snapped back to attention as she began to speak again, her words light with excitement as she left him for a bit, fishing around in a container-looking thing before padding back to him with something in her mouth. He glanced around, wondering where she had found all of these strange things in such an empty, lifeless place. Then again, no shell had always been empty, he supposed. The orange tomcat smiled a little. What a shallow reference. His gaze followed Wildpaw's eyes to the thing she had dropped at his feet.

His breath caught in his throat.

Beautiful.

The feather's colours blended perfectly, a soft mix of light blue, forest green, frost white, and a striking splash of vibrant gold. The dark spot in the middle gave the object the illusion of an eye gazing up at him, its silent stare gentle and distant. There was something enchanting about the feather, yet something strangely off about it as well. It was incredible and somehow wrong at the same time. It pulled him into a trance for a few mysterious heartbeats, his deep amber gaze clouding over and becoming distant as he stared at the object in awe. His face was so soft and naive-looking when it was totally relaxed like this. And whatever this thing was, it did something to him.

What had been long suppressed beneath someone else suddenly rushed to the surface.

Tearing his gaze from the feather, he looked up at Wildpaw again and stared straight into her eyes, something sad and lonely looking out at her. All other thoughts faded from his mind, and his whisper reached out for her, desperate to feel something, anything there. This was not a cat who could kill. This was a cat crying out for help. 

No more masks.

    No more fake laughter.

        This was real.

            I'm still here.

"Beautiful."

[Avery]

Muse: Very, very high
Song: My Silver Lining- First Aid Kit/ mish mash of a bunch
ooc: Wow! Not 100% if I like this post as much as the other's, but it will do.
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"Beautiful."<o:p></o:p>

 <o:p></o:p>

 That one word made a small smile touch Wildpaw’slips, and it eventually evolved into a full grin. Had she finally connected tothe cat that she knew was still there? The cat that she could visibly see wasstruggling to find a way out and over come those deadly dark thoughts that had  ensnared it? One that lit up her face and for once reached her eyes. The old smile had finally returned; the one that had seemed to have been shadowed in sadness lately. A purr escaped her throat and she couldn't believe that she was connecting with a cat that she thought was going to kill her a few moments ago. 

What a strange relationship these two had.


 The dark apprentice curled her tail in delight, and her eyes locked onto his, words not needing to be spoken. Although she would probably never understand his darkness, at the moment she was walking a similar path, and was relieved to have found someone who might be able to see past the own image that had been thrust onto her. More then likely overstepping boundaries she closed the last few steps and gave him a small lick on his forehead; not sure if it was a comforting gesture, an" I understand you gesture", or a more then friendly gesture. Whatever it was, it seemed to fit the moment. Taking a step back the excitement returned and she twirled on her paws.

 "I have no idea what it was for, or why it's still here, but it's just in perfect condition!" She trilled grabbing the feather once more and returning it into it's box. Making sure the lid was firmly placed, she wandered back to her stash, wondering what else she could show him. She felt giddy, glad that someone could finally see her collection. Trying to remember where she had hid it all then pause and looked back at him. Hooking her paw around the little figurine that she had played with earlier she batted it towards him. The red and gold trinket slid across the ice easily, come to rest right between his paws. "There was that earlier." She said going back to looking, "and there was more where that came from."

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ooc: okay this post isn't gonna be as good, probably, since I'm on a phone that doesn't know how to spell.
muse: very high
music: none

Wildpaw, for some perplexing reason, looked positively delighted. As he hesitated, struggling to think of a reason as to why she could possibly be so elated, she stepped forward, having to tilt her head a bit to reach his forehead, and gave it a friendly lick.

I know.

He stared at her, unable to grasp the happiness that her silent message had given him. When he did, he smiled with uncontrollable joy, closing his eyes a moment to let himself enjoy this moment. She knew.

He was free.

Something dark and cold was creeping back up his throat, demanding control and completely out of his power. The second she turned her back, he let himself stop struggling against the stronger force and felt his consciousness fade and withdraw to a deeper part of his mind, the outside world vague and blurry to him. It was dark, but he didn't mind. She was still there, in front of him, and she knew. ...Plus, he still had some sense of what was going on around him. This thing wanted to hurt her, he could feel it; this battle had yet to be won.

Watching as she turned her back to him (a display of trust, but was it wise?), the slender tom glanced down at his paws, wriggling them a bit to test his control over them. Something appeared between them, and he glanced up at Wildpaw before inspecting the small item. It was bright and colorful, simple in shape but with intricate patterns carved into the surface. Cautiously, he prodded it with one paw, snatching it back when it was met with an unfamiliar material. Blinking, he tilted his head, then poked it again, eventually building up the courage to set his whole paw on it and keep it there. The surface was cold and too perfect. Birchflame pulled back immediately.

"So how'd you find this place?" he asked, watching her rummaging through her things for a moment before strolling carelessly over to an opening in the wall. It was box-shaped and had long, flowing fabrics on either side-- one of them was torn. Avoiding these fabrics, Birchflame leaped up onto the edge of the box-shaped hole, leaning out into the open air. Or, well, he would have, if not for his nose smacking straight into the transparent material that had apparently been there all along. Straightening up, he ignored the throbbing of his muzzle, set on making sure that no one, no one would know that had just happened. To smooth, graceful Birchflame, that had never happened.

From here, he could see the slightly disturbed patch of snow where his lovely fiend would spend the rest of her days. but... if they could see it from here, couldn't Wildpaw have...? Glancing back at her warily, he examined the ground for stray pieces of evidence, now twice as paranoid. Pausing, he said, "Come here often?" He pressed his paw to the glass, watching it leave a mark that slowly disappeared.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Writer's block -.-
Music: None

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Wildpaw wandered around the icy room. Her green eyes searching for a particular hiding spot that she had hidden it in. Crinkling her nose in frustration she moved from one en to other, not noticing that Birchflame was moving from his spot. Her claws clacked on the ice as she walked, making her feel more like a bird of prey then a cat. It felt strange. Spotting a hole in the wall Wild stuck her whole head in, engulfing it in the darkness. It was musty in here and smelled faintly of prey, but she paid no attention to it. Looking right and left she tried to locate the piece of cloth that she knew she had hidden it in.

“So how’d you find this place?”

Pulling back from the tiny hole she returned her attention to her fiery Clanmate. “Mhm?” She asked, rotating her nose in a circular fashion. A spider web was dangling itself from her left nostril. Swiping a paw over it she brushed it away, and then sneezed, before answering his question. “I was hunting one day.” She began, “Well on a hunting patrol with Silvermist.” Making a face she moved to another side of the wall, wondering where in Starclan had she hidden it. Everyone knew the two she-cat’s despised one another, and many warriors tried to keep them separate. However, after the attack on Fallowmist, that little convenience went away. “She was being her usual self, and I was debating on whether I should push her into the sea or for her to… suddenly go missing. Eventually I just left the patrol, and left her to fend for herself near the badger set that we had found. Oops.” Flicking an ear she showed no remorse on her face, and the "oops" was more sarcastic then feeling guilty. If the grey warrior had gotten attacked, Wildpaw wouldn’t have minded, as she felt Silvermist needed to be brought down a few pegs. “Anyways I just left my paws lead me, and I eventually stumbled upon this place after a few hours of wandering.”

Finishing her story she moved to the other half the room again, before pausing in the center, a small knocking noise catching her attention now. Birchflame sat above her in the tiny alcove in the wall; his face trying to remain neutral. Hiding a small smile she continued on her search; at least she wasn't the only one bumped into things. “Oh!” She exclaimed before hurrying towards the large gaping hole in the middle of the wall. The one that had contained fire in the object that she found earlier. Scrambling to stop in front of it she reached into a hole in the side, and hooked her claw on a piece of cloth. Grabbing it in her mouth once it was out she moved to the middle, and uncovered the objects. Golden hues glittered in the small amount of sunlight that was present in the room. Reflections danced along the ice as she moved them around, making sure they were all there. Two were just bright white see-through rocks that were encrusted with small golden sticks protruding from the back. The other two were in the shape of cats. Their fur was a gold and ivory mix, with black spots dotting their coats. Their fangs shone viciously from their open mouths, and their sapphire eyes were like cold fire.

“Come here often?”

Tearing her gaze from them she looked towards the fire-furred tom. “As often as I can. Before not so much due to Fallowmist running my paws off with duties or chores,” pausing she struggled to push the memories of their fight from her mind, “Now that I am… free, I come here more often.” Thinking for a few heartbeats she cocked her head. "How did you find this place? It's pretty secluded out here.

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ooc: Avery: sorry for the super short post :c
muse: low
music: vanilla twilight (nightcore)

Birchflame, noticing her pluck something from a compartment in the wall, leapt down from the windowsill and strolled over to where she stood with an open cloth at her paws. Examining the objects on the fabric, he tilted his head, gazing deeply into the brightly shining objects on the little cats that resembled eyes. Her story was mostly believable; he accepted it with little hesitation. "Like I said before, this is the first time I've been here. I was meeting a friend, but she's gone now." He paused. True in more ways than one.

"...Free, you say?" he asked, tearing her gaze from the ornaments to look at her curiously. "You can't mean... you haven't come here because you left SunsetClan, have you?" he asked, slightly alarmed.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Music: First Aid Kit- Silver Lining
Muse: High
Ooc: Oh I can't wait ! This will be so interesting and exciting
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"Like I said before, this is the first time I've been here. I was meeting a friend, but she's gone now."

 Green eyes gazed into amber as she thought about his answer for a few heartbeats. Was he telling her the truth or was he lying to her? For his sake she hoped, and wanted to believe that he was telling the truth.  Secretly, the young she-cat just wanted to be able to trust him, and see what was actually behind the mask of the strange tom in front of her. Flicking an ear she looked away and let them rest on her treasure's. She was showing him these, so there must be some growing trust there.

Weird.

"...Free, you say? You can't mean... you haven't come here because you left SunsetClan, have you?" 

 Looking back at him again her eyes slightly widened in surprise, but amusement danced within them. Was he worried that she was leaving?

How very, very weird.
Yet... secretly...

It pleased her that he was worried.

Standing up she stretched, feeling her bones crack in delight. Padding towards, and eventually pass him, she flicked his nose with her tail. Glancing over her shoulder she laughed, "Worried about me leaving you alone in this dreadful Clan are you Birchflame?" She asked lightly, half joking and half serious. The thought to leave had been crossing through her mind recently, especially with how exiled she had been lately. She didn't even feel like she had friend, or an ear to talk to anymore, and she had considered leaving. She knew there was an offer that was hanging over her head, all  she really had to do was ask him what he felt and if she could join him.

but was Wildpaw really wanting to leave?

And if she did? Who would care?



  

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ooc: d'aww <3
muse: high
music: some nightcore mix I have no idea

The look he recieved was priceless. Snickering quietly, Birchflame returned his attention to the attractive ornaments to mask his slight embarassment, a sarcastic comment ready on his tongue. "Well, if I read the atmosphere wrong, you know who I get it fr-"

"Worried about me leaving you alone in this dreadful clan are you, Birchflame? "

He paused, his nose tingling where she had tapped it with her tail. This was his chance, an open invitation. Now he would say something clever and flirtatious and reach out and catch her tail before she could slip away. Be a good boy, hold up his mask. Throw her a wink or a suggestive grin and be on his merry way. What it was, exactly, that drew the next word from him so smoothly was a mystery.

"Yes."

Wait. Wait. What?

"Uh, haha, kidding," he laughed nervously, desperately trying to regain his control over the conversation. His companion, who had been pleasantly quiet for some time, was now fuming at his stupidity, which baffled Birchflame. What on earth was there to be angry about? He'd laughed it off, no big deal, right? Except it somehow was. With the realization that he actually was very worried that Wildpaw might leave and he'd never see her again came confusion. She was just another she-cat. "Well, alright, maybe I would miss the feeling of your big prickly tail slapping me across the face. Are you trying to seduce me?" he chuckled, turning around to face her. Her body was still angled away from his, so he took the opportunity to maneuver around her tail and rest his head on top of her hindquarters. A daring move. And with her, quite perilous.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Music: None
Muse: High
ooc: Oh Wildpaw.

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Yes.


 She had barely heard it but the word seemed to echo around the room. Raising her eyebrows in real surprise she paused in her walk, slightly turning to look at him. Did he actually mean that? Did someone actually know that she was being serious about this topic? She had mentioned it to Sandsparrow during a hunt one time, but the other she-cat had just laughed it off like it was nothing. Well, her response wasn't that much of a surprise, she could be incredibly... mousebrained sometimes. Trying to figure out how to she respond she opened her mouth to reply, but the tom cut her off and completely ruined the moment.


"Uh, haha, kidding," 


 She felt like someone had pricked her chest and she felt it deflate. Why did tom's always have to be such inconsiderate badgers? Crinkling her nose she cracked a smile, and laughter floated from her mouth. "As was I." Somewhat, she added silently. "I wouldn't leave." Padding a little further she paused again in the center of the room. Her breath billowed in icy clouds as she looked around, wondering what other treasure's she could show him. Her mind was pulling a blank however, and she realized that there wasn't anything else. 

"Well, alright, maybe I would miss the feeling of your big prickly tail slapping me across the face. Are you trying to seduce me?"

 Her attention was drawn back to him, but her body was still angled away, and she crinkled her nose again. "My tail is not prickly thank you very much." She replied hotly, flicking her tail around her body, as if to show it's softness. "It's rather fluffy and lovely." 
Wildpaw harumphed afterwards, but she couldn't help the smile pulling at her lips at his second question. "Nah." Her voice light, and playful. Was she finally keeping him on his toes? Could it be that the dark tabby was finally one step ahead the fire-furred tom? 

 There was something on her hindquarters. 

 Her fur raised in surprise, and to her complete bafflement Birchflame's chin was resting on her back. What the Starclan. Something unusual bloomed inside her and made her entire body grow warm, while her heart rattled in her chest. Pulling herself away slowly, she gave him a casual swipe with a paw, and winked. "See I told you it wasn't prickly. My tail is awesome." 

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ooc: birchflame why you gotta be so sexy <3
not even gonna try to link these songs man, it's a playlist
muse: high
music: criminal (nightcore)

As expected, she drew away. but, to his pleasure, the worst punishment he received was a gentle swat on the nose. He blinked and then smirked, not missing a beat as he began to move forward, slowly, his strides small and perfectly placed.

"Oh?" he said, his slow steps carrying him to her side. His muzzle was now to her shoulder, distance-wise, and a couple of heads taller. "I'm sure it's quite lovely when it's not in my face." He was now on her right side, and a bit uncomfortably close, or rather, if she was that type of cat, very comfortably close. And getting closer. His rich pine fragrance, combined with the wild, fresh scent of the wind, engulfed her now, and sunlight filtered through the window on his other side, giving his fur a soft, fiery glow. His deep amber gaze, calm and steady, shone just slightly in the darkening room as the sun outside began to lower itself beyond the horizon.

"However..." As he moved, slowly still, his lean muscles rippled smoothly beneath his pelt, and the tips of his fur just barely brushed hers. Birchflame stopped when he was aligned with her. "I have the feeling that the fur in other places would be... Although longer and taller, his tail twisted around hers lightly, and his whole body, strong and sheltering, curved around Wildpaw's as he moved his mouth to her ear. His breath was warm as it slightly, ever so slightly, stirred the fur on her ear. His voice was gentle, soft and sexy at the same time.

"...Silkier," he whispered.

Ever so slightly, his tongue skimmed her ear.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Much higher after this post ! 
Music: Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood 
Words:832
OOC: Haha, your post made me laugh out loud! 
And this... I had fun writing this butchered the lyrics on purpose FYI, fitted better. 
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You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease
You're running, you're trying, you're trying to hide
And you're wondering why you can't get free
He's like a curse, he's like a drug



She couldn't breathe.

She knew her chest was rising and falling, while the pounding in her ears confirmed she was still pumping blood through her body, or was that because massive butterflies that had suddenly filled her stomach? Wiggling her toes slightly she tried to refocus herself on what he was saying but for some reason her thoughts clouded over. She had barely heard him respond to her about her tail, and when she casually looked towards him and saw his little baby steps towards her she felt her chest constrict. 


What the heck was happening?!

You get addicted to his love
You wanna get out but he's holding you down
'Cause you can't live without one more touch

 Conflicting emotions flickered around her body as she tried to figure out what the tom was saying. His voice was incredibly silky, and smooth. Tantalizingly rich with an emotion she couldn't place, but she definitely knew it was pulling her towards it. All she wanted was for him to keep talking. Concern flickered through her mind, wondering if she was letting her guard down to much, but when her green eyes locked onto amber she couldn't help but notice the playful glint that danced around their depths, and she quickly concluded she wasn't. 

He's a good time Cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
but he's candy-coated misery



This is Birchflame.
Dangerous.

Don't even look in his eyes
He'll tell you nothing but lies
And you wanna believe
but you won't be deceived
If you listen to me
And take my advice



 The thoughts were cloudy, and merely a pesky fly that  whispered to her. Watching as he moved up to her shoulder she finally realized how much taller he actually was then her. She knew she was petite, but it did feel like he was slightly towering over her. When his fur brushed against her, it felt like electricity coursed through and she crinkled her nose in slight surprise at this reaction. Hadn't they touched before? 

Well I can't really count the time he dug his claws into my coat.
Has he always smelt like pine and wind before? 

He's a good time Cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
but he's candy-coated misery

 In response she moved slightly closer towards him in order to allow him to smell her own scent of fresh spring rain and smoke. Then she felt his tail wrap around her's she couldn't help but feel slightly delighted and a genuine, warm smile creased her lips. This was nice. For the first time, she felt... well she didn't quite know how she felt but she was definitely enjoying the feeling. She had never truly let another tom act like this around her, and for once she didn't have to respond with some snarky tone, that was until; 

"I have the feeling that the fur in other places would be... Silkier."

He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings you don't want to fight
You better run for your life


He's seducing me.

The thought made it feel like she was being hit with icy water, and she sprang apart from their hold. Her heart gave a slight squeeze of longing, wanting to be back within his hold, but her mind was roaring now and she couldn't help the iciness that coated every word when she meowed;

"Oh and I suppose a cat like you would know all about that, right?"

 Memories flashed before her now. The one's where her friend Sandsparrow would complain about "how gorgeous he was, but it was a shame about his reputation". The one's where she would watch him interact with every single one of her female Clanmates, pulling the same goofy smile and silky voice. How each one almost always ended up heartbroken, and probably, for all she knew pregnant. She even remembered the time's she had smelt other clan's on him. Then she remembered how intrigued she had been during their first real encounter, and how he had used the same tactic's then with that same voice, and he had just been toying with her. Although anger showed on her face she couldn't help the hurt that showed in her eyes. 

He was just playing her like he did with every she-cat
 
Run run away
Don't let him mess with your mind
He'll tell you anything you want to hear
He'll break your heart
It's just a matter of time