Post by [Acro.] on Jan 18, 2015 16:17:26 GMT -5
ooc:// ℓυиαя! Because I basically threw the Deputy-ship at you and then ran off for almost three weeks, I/we didn't really get to have this moment, like I wanted, so... surprise (again)! Here it is, now! This should take place the same night as the last Ceremonies, when Vineheart was named Deputy =)
I read that she walked off after her interaction with Russetpaw, correct? Let me know if I should fix anything, detail-wise.
I read that she walked off after her interaction with Russetpaw, correct? Let me know if I should fix anything, detail-wise.
He watched her.
Like fire that had settled into embers, only to take back into the air and blaze again, Sandstrike watched Vineheart step forward to claim her place as Deputy--watched her face a Clan she had learned to hide from for their eyes on her.
Watched her be fearless.
The cinnamon warrior held back, giving her space as others stepped forward to congratulate her. He hung back. He had time. Let the others say their piece, and then he would take his turn. He had time to spare for her. As he sat back, he felt a familiar presence approach him and take a quiet seat at his side, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. "Ratstar," he greeted slyly without ever looking her way. The dappled leader nodded in return. The two never looked at one another, but each was naturally aware of the other.
"She'll do well," came the she-cat's calm voice. Sandstrike smirked in his crooked way, brow quirking.
"You sound like you doubted me." Silence then, but Ratstar's unspoken answer was clear as any word ever uttered: "Never."
The two sat this way until the crowd began to disperse, carrying Vineheart with it. Sandstrike had been watching her as Russetpaw had come forward to converse. He couldn't hear their conversation, but something about the way the two of them moved together held his interest. It was something he couldn't place, and he wasn't exactly comfortable with it... but he let it go, because now Vineheart was walking away.
And it was his turn.
Moving in precise timing with each other, no words necessary, both Sandstrike and Ratstar got to their paws at the same time and set off in their own directions--Ratstar to her den and Sandstrike to Vineheart. His long legs carried him after her easily, and he caught up with her at the edge of camp, approaching from behind. His cool, playful voice rolled out of his chest, his eyes blazing in the dark with the moonlight to ignite them. "So, can I only call you Deputy Vineheart now, or will Kitten still do?"