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Post by kita on Jul 7, 2009 0:11:59 GMT -6
Silverfang to Firecat
Silverfang shook his head. "Not at all, Firecat. She wanted shells, and I found some." He grinned. "You jealous?" Then, something caught his eye. Or lack thereof. It was then he noticed that Starfire was gone. She must have went back to camp, he thought.
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Post by Kris on Jul 7, 2009 0:29:26 GMT -6
Stormfire to Mist**I know Whirlwind, chieftess, and I know where her words are coming from. She takes what she sees as all there is. My ‘old’ hide can take her barbs – and your defense will only make her prickle you harder, just to prove you wrong. Do you really care if she thinks I’m a frostbitten stick?** His sending turned sly and teasing. **If she thought I was anything else, she might try to lure me to her furs…** . Stormfire wisely didn't reply to Mist's sending. The bitterness of her own thoughts surprised her; she loved Whirlwind, and had since she was barely able to walk. She sat on a ledge, dangling one leg off its edge, and considered Mist's words. Of course Whirlwind's opinion was important to her--and Stormfire wanted her to think well of any pairing she made, whether it was with Mist or some other elf. And it irritated her that Whirlwind simply dismissed Mist as a passing fancy, a romance that would wither during the snows and dissipate on the next spring breeze. As if I'm still just a feckless cub who can't make up my mind.Sighing, Stormfire slid off her boots and clothes and crawled under her furs. The pelts were soft and sleek, old ones from home that still carried familiar scents. **Come and join me, Mist, before we both fall asleep,** she invited him.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 7, 2009 1:06:16 GMT -6
Shellslip to Firecat, Silverfang.
Shellslip mock-pouted at Firecat as her fingers curled over the shells. "Your fur-mate?" she teased, and leaned over a bit to give her tribemate a teasing nibble on the ear. "Thank you, Silverfang," she said with a smile. "I'll save these for Sunsong when she wakes up." She waded to the shore to put the shells by her clothing, then came back to wash her hair.
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Post by kita on Jul 7, 2009 1:28:53 GMT -6
Silverfang chuckled and sat on the shore. He wondered where Starfire had gotten off to. *Starfire,* he sent, *Where are you?* Moments passed, and Silverfang sat in silence. He soon received images of the rest of the tribe, the place where they were staying and where Silverfang left the glaive he won from the troll many seasons ago. He let out a gentle sigh of relief, at least she was okay.
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Post by Anna on Jul 7, 2009 7:02:37 GMT -6
Mist to Stormfire
Mist blinked and his gaze focused once more on the pink and gold hues of the sunrise. He chuckled, realizing he'd become so lost in the eddying pools of stream of conscious thoughts he'd been sitting in the highest boughs and missing a beautiful sunrise.
Watching the sun rise was always a good way to end his night. Mist didn't bother to send an answer, but instead slipped from the branch he'd been sitting on to go to the lower levels, past the limb and leaf roof, and to land in a crouch, with the barest fo sounds, on the platform Stormfire had chosen.
She had already snuggled down in her fur and he paused for a moment to look at her. The gentle curve of cheek, the sooty fan of lashes, the soft tumble of midnight curls. This was not the face of a child, and Mist felt the lingering remains of his doubts tremble.
He slipped beneath and fur with her and wrapped an arm around her waist, snugging her close to him. He sighed and rested his cheek against the stop of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.
"I wasn't always called Mist," he murmurred quietly. "Once the tribe knew me as Whitefire." He chuckled. "Your sister would have liked him."
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Post by Viola on Jul 7, 2009 11:57:24 GMT -6
Firecat -> Shellslip, Silverfang, (Windsoft)
Firecat winked at Silverfang, just as Shellslip spoke up and leaned over to nibble at her ear, which sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. "All right," she purred, "Not mine per se, but you can't deny we're not regulars, sweatpea." Then she lifted her golden eyes to meet Silverfang's. "Why don't you join us later, Silverfang? After our bath," she added, before she dove under, surfacing a few meters onwards. "Sunsong's made very comfortable places to spend the next day, and she won't wake up this day, she's exhausted." She noticed Windsoft leaving, but didn't really pay any notice. The female probably went to sleep already.
~*~
Longdusk -> Windsoft
He wasn't so sure if he wanted to spend the day with Journey, but to be with his friend didn't sound all that bad. He wanted to check on his mother, first, but he was almost convinced that she could do a night without him. **I might take you up on that offer, later,** he told his fellow scout.
He turned back to the temporary sleeping spots, seeking out his mother, who he soon found at one of the platforms, sound asleep. He sat with her for a bit, striking her hair out of her face which stirred her slightly, but she didn't wake up.
Longdusk was fully aware that it was him she had left the familiar holt for, and it was what had made him so protective of her, and it was what made him allow her to cling to him, in the time of her need.
~*~
Lightgaze dreamed of the holt, not for the first time, and unaware of her son's presence. But her dream seemed to be slightly different each time. Sometimes she flew over the holt, as if she levitated, Other times she descended, and neared former tribesmates. She had seen her sister, bellowing like she used to, unappreciative of her tribesmates. It had been no different from before, when she looked down at Sunsong. It had also been Fernflower last words to Lightgaze that finally had convinced her to make a leap of faith, and rush after the just departed elves.
She saw Hazel and his young sister Beesweets. Hazel seemed sad, and she felt for him. But for the first time, the voices from her tribesmates stood out more. Before, it had just been silence, or buzzing, as if they were a swarm of working bees. Right now, she thought she could hear more, if only she could come closer.
But her limbs felt heavy, as if she was dreaming that she had to move through thick mud. It tired her, but she got there, and there Hazel was, sad and apparently grieving, with his sister wrapping her arm around his shoulders, and Lightgaze narrowed her eyes to concentrate on what Hazel told her sister.
"I should have gone with Firecat. I should have."
Eyes wide, Lightgaze backed off. What?
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Post by kita on Jul 7, 2009 17:27:07 GMT -6
Silverfang to Firecat
"I think I'm gonna head back now," Silverfang said with a yawn, "I'm tired." He stood up, stretched and was on his way.
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Post by meimei on Jul 7, 2009 20:39:37 GMT -6
Ashglow to Softling; Nightsun
Ashglow could tell - despite Softling's reply - that his words had been of no help to the young wolfrider. Though it had been a long time, he recalled how much it had meant to him to be of use to his birth tribe when he was young. When just doing what he was good at didn't seem enough. To feel the need to prove one's usefulness. He'd thought he could help her see that, but he supposed it was a lesson one had to learn from experience, not words.
"That's the most anyone can expect of you, or anyone else, Kitling." He told her softly, pausing when his sister's send reached him.
Shaking his head, he glanced up at the platform where Nightsun had settled down for the night. He really had no use for such trinkets, but he could tell the gift had pleased Nighstun. **If it pleases you.** Amusement tinged his sending, but paused to consider the rest of her question. **I'll join you later, perhaps. The sun makes me restless.**
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Post by Kris on Jul 7, 2009 22:59:41 GMT -6
Wingfoot, Journey to NightsunNightsun’s response to her brother broke off abruptly as a yawn caught her by surprise. Her eyes widened, watering from the force of it, and she gazed at Wingfoot and Journey apologetically. “Forgive me,” she said, chagrined. “It has been a long night.” Most of it spent all but jogging to keep pace with the wolves. "No worries." Wingfoot eyed Journey. "I'm sure Windsoft's wondering where you are, my lad." "Oh, she knows I'm here," Journey said nonchalantly, giving him a wide-eyed, innocent look. He turned a sweet smile on Nightsun. Wingfoot could feel it giving him a sour stomach. "I'm glad you like the bracelet, Nightsun. You ought to ask Stormfire to show you the weird weapon she found there, too. It's this strange claw-like thing, all made of brightmetal. I told her later she could attach it to one of her javelins . . ." Wingfoot wondered why Journey couldn't have a sudden attack of shyness right about now. Failing that, he'd settle for a skyfire-bolt to knock the youngster off the ledge and on his rear. But even as Nightsun laughed, Journey got to his feet. "I'm off to get some sleep." He gave Nightsun a winsome smile. "See you later, Nightsun. Sleep well, Wingfoot." The youth threw Wingfoot a mischievous wink. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do--oh, wait--" Wingfoot growled and aimed a not-quite-playful cuff at Journey's curly head; the youngster scampered out of the tree with a laugh,leaving Wingfoot to settle next to Nightsun. He snorted and met Nightsun's wide, astonished eyes, which glowed like honey in sunlight. "Journey's all right," he sighed. "He means well . . . actually, no, he doesn't mean well at all. He's a bundle of contradictions, and half the time he's a pest. The other half . . . High Ones. He wins you over in spite of yourself."
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Post by Anna on Jul 7, 2009 23:37:37 GMT -6
Nightsun to Wingfoot
Nightsun chuckled softly, gently removing the bracelet from her wrist and setting it inside her pack. She would be pleased to wear it, but she worried that sleeping with it might mar the soft metal. She closed her pack and settled back into the furs, so much finer and softer than anything she’d ever managed. She unconsciously leaned against Wingfoot as she looked up at him, blinking sleepily.
“You’re wrong, dear one. He always means well,” she said, patting his chest gently. “I do not find him to be a pest. He is a sweet child, with a loving heart and a generous nature. I take great pleasure in his company.” She blinked slowly, and turned her face against him to stifle another yawn. “I am sorry, Wingfoot, but I fear I’m falling asleep on you. Even the sun cannot seem to wake me again.”
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