Post by Glorilyss on Mar 20, 2015 23:50:29 GMT -5
@starling
It was a beautiful day, she supposed. A big blue bowl of sky hung suspended over the craggy slope of the mountain, rich golden sunshine melting in butter-bright waves to cover every inch of the incline. Where hardy grasses could struggle up through the thin soil, they showed verdantly grey-green; the edges of dusky-brown rocks were gilded with the light as the sun lazed in the sky. The stark outlines of the cave's opening provided a dark frame, as though the tumbled slope and the vivid sky were all just part of a portrait hung on the wall of theTalonClan camp cave. She would have to admit, it was a beautiful day.
Well, at least, if you weren't a prisoner.
The medicine cat's joy in the pretty scene outside of camp was soured by the thought. To anyone who looked, she didn't betray any hint of being held inside her own camp. She was allowed out, though usually with a discreet shadow, and never treated unkindly. Things had been easier since Pebblestar had been kidnapped, and if Duskflame went around camp like a serene angel while the rest of the Clan worried themselves into sleeplessness, no one mentioned it. In fact, if anyone had needed reminding of her value to the Clan after Pebblestar's insulting public accusation, it was proven in the days where half the Clan stressed themselves into sickness. Still, Dusklame knew that her freedom had been infringed upon, and though she never gave any sign that she thought of it, the very idea rankled.
but that wasn't the point of today. In fact, quite the opposite. She wasn't sitting in the entrance of her den sulking about life's mysteries, she was waiting for a certain shape to appear. She'd been thinking of the tom for a few days now, considering, evaluating. She'd seen some things she hadn't liked, but others that she had. And, frankly, she knew that she was living on borrowed time. If she continued to refuse to find an apprentice, as soon as Pebblestar returned and heard of it - supposing she did return - then Duskflae knew her position would be very poorly. A prisoner who refused to teach a replacement was as good as no prisoner at all. If she wouldn't teach an apprentice no matter what, what was the point in letting her live? So this wasn't just the desire of a master to pass on knowledge, it was a play for her life. How high the stakes had raised.
but for now, Duskflame was content to wait for the apprentice to make himself visible. She doubted he was outside; she'd been up early, and she had seen in the cat a tendency toward laziness that she didn't think would prompt him to leave his nest early. Then only alternative was that he was still in his den. That was alright. Laziness could be burned out of a young soul, and it was halfway to be expected. For a youth who hadn't fought for every single thing he had, she didn't expect him to be the warrior she was.
The she-cat kept her hard amber gaze fixed on the entrance to the apprentice den. If she saw his young head pop out, she would be quick to call his name. If not. she would wait, and she'd get his attention as soon as she knew where he was. but for now, all she could do was bide her time, and at least, she promised, she would do that well. After all, Pebblestar was missing, probably kidnapped and hopefully dead, and she doubted that Briarclaw would have the stomach to murder her Clan's only medicine cat because her leader hated her. She was in a good position, she could afford to wait.
It was a beautiful day, she supposed. A big blue bowl of sky hung suspended over the craggy slope of the mountain, rich golden sunshine melting in butter-bright waves to cover every inch of the incline. Where hardy grasses could struggle up through the thin soil, they showed verdantly grey-green; the edges of dusky-brown rocks were gilded with the light as the sun lazed in the sky. The stark outlines of the cave's opening provided a dark frame, as though the tumbled slope and the vivid sky were all just part of a portrait hung on the wall of theTalonClan camp cave. She would have to admit, it was a beautiful day.
Well, at least, if you weren't a prisoner.
The medicine cat's joy in the pretty scene outside of camp was soured by the thought. To anyone who looked, she didn't betray any hint of being held inside her own camp. She was allowed out, though usually with a discreet shadow, and never treated unkindly. Things had been easier since Pebblestar had been kidnapped, and if Duskflame went around camp like a serene angel while the rest of the Clan worried themselves into sleeplessness, no one mentioned it. In fact, if anyone had needed reminding of her value to the Clan after Pebblestar's insulting public accusation, it was proven in the days where half the Clan stressed themselves into sickness. Still, Dusklame knew that her freedom had been infringed upon, and though she never gave any sign that she thought of it, the very idea rankled.
but that wasn't the point of today. In fact, quite the opposite. She wasn't sitting in the entrance of her den sulking about life's mysteries, she was waiting for a certain shape to appear. She'd been thinking of the tom for a few days now, considering, evaluating. She'd seen some things she hadn't liked, but others that she had. And, frankly, she knew that she was living on borrowed time. If she continued to refuse to find an apprentice, as soon as Pebblestar returned and heard of it - supposing she did return - then Duskflae knew her position would be very poorly. A prisoner who refused to teach a replacement was as good as no prisoner at all. If she wouldn't teach an apprentice no matter what, what was the point in letting her live? So this wasn't just the desire of a master to pass on knowledge, it was a play for her life. How high the stakes had raised.
but for now, Duskflame was content to wait for the apprentice to make himself visible. She doubted he was outside; she'd been up early, and she had seen in the cat a tendency toward laziness that she didn't think would prompt him to leave his nest early. Then only alternative was that he was still in his den. That was alright. Laziness could be burned out of a young soul, and it was halfway to be expected. For a youth who hadn't fought for every single thing he had, she didn't expect him to be the warrior she was.
The she-cat kept her hard amber gaze fixed on the entrance to the apprentice den. If she saw his young head pop out, she would be quick to call his name. If not. she would wait, and she'd get his attention as soon as she knew where he was. but for now, all she could do was bide her time, and at least, she promised, she would do that well. After all, Pebblestar was missing, probably kidnapped and hopefully dead, and she doubted that Briarclaw would have the stomach to murder her Clan's only medicine cat because her leader hated her. She was in a good position, she could afford to wait.