When The Days Are Cold... (Tagged)

[Isilme]

Icepelt wasn't sure what had led him there, he had two apprentices to train and kits to take care of but things seemed to be going so wrong to him, what had he done? Well besides having a forbidden relationship that is, even then tons of cats did that all the time and nothing ever happened to them! but no, Icepelt just had to carry all kind of bad luck with him...

The silver tom sighed seeing that his aimless stroll had take him to the pound of truce, the place was peaceful and silent since it was not a gathering, he could hear birds singing and a gentle breeze passed by him, the cat approached the water and looked at his reflection, he just wished things would get better... His paw touched the surface softly messing up with his mirrowed face.

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ooc: owo
muse: high
music: none

My, my. What have we here?

'Birchflame' stood at the edge of the clearing, gazing across the grassy expanse at a certain silver behind. It was tall for a she-cat, but he wasn't complaining. Most females in this age were ridiculously small. He could hardly see them, they were so plain and insignificant. Starting out from his cover, the SunsetClanner strode smoothly across the dew-beaded grass, pausing to flick his paws every now and then in irritation. He would much rather be somewhere dry and cold, like that frozen house in which he had awoken. The birds were so loud, too. Foolish, clumsy creatures.

Still think I can't get any ladies, my friend?
Shut up. I hate you.
Ooh, touchy, touchy. Someone's grumpy now that the roles have been reversed.
I told you to shut your mouth, two-face.

Grinning pleasantly, the towering male stopped a respectable distance away, his head slightly angled. Mm. Maybe he should just stay here a while and enjoy the view. Dark amber eyes calm, he sat down and began to groom a paw, some smooth Birchflame-sounding words ready on his tongue; but the closer he studied the stranger's rump, the more unsettled he became. There was... that... lower, he thought he saw something shadowed benea-

Oh.

What was that about ladies again?

The smile never wavered.

"Enjoying yourself down there?" he said, taking pride in his excessive height. It pained him greatly to be so discorteous, but he had to sound convincing. Honestly. Birchflame really was positively disgusting.

[Isilme]

Icepelt nearly fell into the water but somehow managed to jump to the other side of the small stream instead of falling inside it. "How did you-" he stopped holding his tongue while blinking shiny yellow eyes to the intruder, well, he wasn't exactly an intruder but... "If being lost in thoughts is what you call enjoying myself..." The silver cat didn't completed the sentence, there was no reason to do it.

This cat, whoever he was, had just got him completly by surprise and that didn't made Icepelt happy at all, not even a little, when the wind decided to reveal it's presence it brought with it a salt smell mixed up with some fish and... "What a sunsetclanner is doing so far away from home I wonder?" The silver tom asked neutral not showing any of his internal conflict to the strange tom.

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ooc: disclaimer- birchflame does have a reflection. c; symbolism. this is primarily to communicate what six is seeing.
(please excuse the shitty rewrite of a 1000+ word post u_u)
muse: very very high
music: battle cry (imagine dragons)

Just one more time before I go

{ I'll let you know }

Act Birchflame. Six laughed as the stranger hopped forward, barely managing to stay dry. Safely on solid ground, he turned, but rather than seeing anger in his lemon eyes, he saw a careful evenness. Despite being taken by surprise- if he meant the stranger harm, he would probably already be dead- the silvery tom seemed to be regarding him with caution and neutrality. It was with a slight start that Six realized how wary he should be of this cat, who was smarter than he had first assumed. 


That all this time I've been afraid

    { wouldn't let it show }

"How did you-" He winked. "If being lost in thoughts is what you call enjoying myself..." He shrugged. "What a SunsetClanner is doing so far away from home I wonder?" Oh. Right. An excuse. Originally, Six had come here to meet someone, but she had been too cowardly to show her pretty little face in broad daylight, which was actually probably the least suspicious time they could meet. It was a meeting originally scheduled by Birchflame, of course. What had he expected from that pathetic, cowering she-cat? She couldn't have been very good, anyway. She was so small and plain and boring, just like the rest of them. That was one thing they agreed on, at least. All she-cats were the same. Sadly, however, lately they hadn't even been able to come to an agreement on that.

Wildpaw. Both his savior and his biggest problem yet.

"Mm." Strolling forward, the fiery tom padded to the edge of the water, hoping to find a way to let the subject drop (he disliked having to lie, it was impolite). The surface was clear and motionless, little spots on it shimmering in the sunlight, so beautiful and empty. He gazed into it, expecting dark amber eyes, a chiseled jaw, wide ears.

An empty surface stared back at him.


Nobody can save me now

{ no }

Six was silent for several long moments before saying anything. He hadn't bothered checking the stranger's scent; there was no need, because he was absolutely disinterested. Still gazing into the water, he said, "I don't see what's so interesting." Glancing up, he smiled curiously at the tom, aware that he had to keep up a believable act were this cat to recognize him or relate their encounter to anyone else. "What's your name?"

Nobody can save me now.

[Isilme]

Music: Imagine Dragons - Demons

The silver tom looked at the stranger, really paying attention this time and not freaking out, he was bigger than him with a orange reddish fur color and deep amber eyes, Icepelt turned his gaze to the ground, those eyes... He shaked his head and looked up again his whiskers moving up and down not so confortable. "There was nothing interesting, only my reflection." The whisperclanner meowed satting down and wraping his tail around his body.

Icepelt raised one eyebrow at the larger tom. "Why should I tell you my name?" He asked staring the other male down but avoiding trying to avoid the amber eyes, what was no easy task mind you, the silver cat huffed and turned his yellow eyes to the forest, there was no way he was telling his name to that cat, no way... Right?

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ooc: completely unintentional lion king moment
muse: good
music: battle cry (imagine dragons)

stars are only visible

{ in darkness }

Hmm. Not the most satisfactory answer, but it'd do. Without noticing the discomfort of the other tom, he returned his gaze to the water as if waiting for something to appear, which he was. Faded white tail-tip starting to twitch, he frowned as his ears flicked back and forth. Damn birds were at it again. "Why should I tell you my name?" Quirking an invisible brow, Six looked up yet again to see the stranger staring him down determinedly. Amusement crept into his smile. Talking to this cat was actually surprisingly entertaining. He might even go so far as to call him... cute.


fear is ever-changing

{ and evolving }

"Well, don't worry about it, then. You respect my secrets, I respect yours." 'Secrets' was a slight slip, but the tom would have to be very observant to be able to connect his earlier question to what Six had just said, and to realize that Six had just referred to what he had come out here for as a 'secret'. It wasn't anything the silver cat could do too much with, but still, he had to be more careful.

"I'm Birchflame." Liar. "WhisperClanner, right? Aren't you lot supposed to be afraid of water?" Glancing down to the pool and back again, his dark amber gaze sparking with mischief, he questioned himself deeply when he thought about what he was considering. It was totally unprofessional, and painfully impolite. Still, the refusal to tell him his name had pricked his interest in this cat, and if he ever wanted to get the tom to spill, Six would have to get him to open up a bit. Perhaps it was too soon, but...


and I have been poisoned

{ inside }

In consideration of this thought, Six finally really looked at him, his eyes gliding over the tom's flawless silver pelt, the white markings, the dull lemon gaze. Those eyes... Clueless that his new acquaintance had the exact same thing on his mind, he gazed into those eyes for a few silent moments. The color was nothing special, really, but something about them was different. They were dark and lonely, obviously full of mysteries but carefully guarded. So similar to... he thought back to the empty water's surface again. No, there was a difference. The WhisperClanner's eyes had been dulled over time, but there was still hope in them, hope that things would get better. These eyes were still beautiful; these eyes were alive.

but I...

What a fool... He smirked. He was getting soft.

"... but getting a little wet couldn't hurt." Without warning, the fiery tom slapped an angled paw to the water's surface (thank god that his hydrophobic partner was absent), sending fat, shimmering droplets flying towards the stranger. While the silver tom was distracted (hopefully; otherwise, this would be awkward) the SunsetClanner threw himself into the water and, quickly resurfacing near the opposite bank, stretched his forelegs out to catch the tom and bring him plummeting into the Pond beside him, laughing all the while.

... I feel so alive.

[Isilme]

OneRepublic - Counting Stars

The whisperclanner had been too distracted about his own thoughts to notice any of the other tom moviment, he was sudden woken from his world when he felt strong yet gentle paws around his smaller body, Icepelt eyes went wide with shock and he looked back at the other male right before his whole senses were consumed by water.

Everything that kills me make me feel alive

The silver cat seeked the surface as if his life depended on it, and it did. "Are you INSANE?" He shouted at the other cat in a brief moment his head come out of the water while trying desperate to claw his way back to the earth but the sunsetclanner grip was strong... What was he doing anyway swimming? He was never supposed to swimm! but somehow he knew the tom actually meant no harm, his claws were cheated and he was not really holding him under the water.

Putting some real spirit into his efforts the smaller male managed to breake his head free from the water. "Are you trying to KILL ME?" He asked not gentle at all and something inside the tom twisted and he realized it was his heart beating fast in his chest, shock came again to his features as he realized he had missed the sensation it brough him, actually feeling alive after so long, some light reached his previous dulled eyes and that could be easily mistaken with anger.

Everything that downs me makes me want to fly