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Post by Kris on Jul 8, 2009 0:08:39 GMT -6
Mist to Stormfire"I wasn't always called Mist," he murmurred quietly. "Once the tribe knew me as Whitefire." He chuckled. "Your sister would have liked him." Stormfire chuckled, clasping his hand in hers and twining her legs through his. "Whirlwind loves a fair face and a daring heart. It's why she befriended Tallspear, and it's why she's taken up with Oakstaff." She watched the morning light strengthen, bringing a golden glow to the trees and leaves. *I might have liked Whitefire too,* she sent to Mist. *But I've known Mist all my life, and I like you as you are.* She leaned back against his chest, raising her hand to draw her fingers along his cheek. *When I was small, I used to think you were as old as Father. I don't remember how old I was when I learned otherwise. But I wasn't much older. I used to think of you as I did Keenedge, an older brother whom Father didn't have to keep in line.* She chuckled in spite of herself. *As you can tell, that didn't last long . . .* Mist's amusement warmed Stormfire through, and she glanced back up at his face. *I'm not angry at Whirlwind,* she sent, her tone grave. *But she needs to know that her choices are not my choices, and what lifts her heart is not what lifts mine. She is my sister, and I love her--and what wounds me is that she thinks I will suddenly come around to her way of thinking, as if I haven't considered things for myself. As if my choices are wrong solely because I'm younger.*
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Post by Viola on Jul 8, 2009 10:00:48 GMT -6
Firecat -> Silverfang
"Aww," she pouted, disappointed that he didn't want to stay longer. "You're not fun. You sure?" she added, when he left the river. She would've loved him to stay, but apparently, he had other plans. Oh well, she shrugged, his loss in the end. She splattered some water towards Shellslip. "And you? Not tired, too, are you?"
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Post by kita on Jul 8, 2009 19:06:28 GMT -6
Silverfang walked back to the camp, eying the colors of the coming sun. He yawned and stretched. He eventually met up with Starfire. He wasn't exactly sure where to sleep, so he found some place out of the way and Starfire allowed him to rest his head on her fur.
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Post by Anna on Jul 8, 2009 22:22:30 GMT -6
Mist to Stormfire
Mist said, lifting their entwined hands to his mouth and brushing her fingers against his lips. Stormfire might have liked his younger self, wild and impetuous as he’d been. That thoughtlessness had cost the lives of his friends and tribemates, and whenever he felt the call of the wild wolf-blood, that memory helped keep him balanced. Maybe that’s what made Stormfire so hard to resist, once she tore the film of childhood from his eyes. She took risks, yes, but she was passionate and full of life’s fire – but with sense uncommon in one so young.
He slid down in the furs, turning Stormfire on her back and resting his head on the soft swell of her breast. His left arm draped over her waist, and the other curved up to pillow her head. He listened to the reassuring thump of her heart and the susurration of breath in her lungs, all of which spoke of bright, vivid, healthy life.
*There’s chronological age and spirit age,* he sent thoughtfully. *You’re young in seasons, Stormfire, but you’ve never been really young. Even as a cub, you knew your own mind and your reasoning was sound. You never made stupid mistakes. While some choices you make may have been, and may well be, wrong, the reasons you make them aren’t, and only the future and consequences will tell you which they are.* He smiled faintly, running a strand of her hair between two fingers, enjoying the silken slide of it. *You may come to decide that I’m not what you want, after all. I don’t think either of us will regret that we gave it a try, though. I know I won’t.*
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Post by Kris on Jul 8, 2009 22:42:32 GMT -6
Journey to Firecat, Shellslip She splattered some water towards Shellslip. "And you? Not tired, too, are you?" Journey strolled along the river, enjoying the song of the waters and the first sparkling light of dawn. He noticed Firecat and Shellslip playing in the shallows and grinned. "Hello," he said, and sat down on a rock. "A little late for a bath, isn't it?" He started to pull off his boots. "On the other hand, it's never too late to just play in the water . . ."
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 8, 2009 22:43:09 GMT -6
Shellslip to Firecat and Journey:
Shellslip lowered her eyelashes halfway to give Firecat a coquettish look. "Not yeeeet," she purred, and splashed the other woman right back. "Who should we gang up on tonight, friend? Or do you want me to yourself? I won't mind either one." She smiled prettily, and giggled.
That was when Journey showed up. The gatherer looked at Firecat and lifted her eyebrows playfully. **Looks like my question's been answered!** she lock-sent, grinning. **What say you, fur-mate? Fair game?**
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Post by Kris on Jul 9, 2009 22:33:12 GMT -6
Stormfire to MistHe smiled faintly, running a strand of her hair between two fingers, enjoying the silken slide of it. *You may come to decide that I’m not what you want, after all. I don’t think either of us will regret that we gave it a try, though. I know I won’t.* Stormfire smiled and turned her head so that her cheek rested on Mist's hair. The night had been long and she was tired, but she didn't want to sleep. This moment was one she wanted to hold, like a puff-flower's ball resting on her fingertips. The morning sun's rays gilded the glade, and then began to fade. The woods were deep enough to shield them from the sun's light as it rose in the sky; dawn's light would soon be a distant memory. Stormlight looked up at the canopy of boughs above her, and felt an inexplicable joy spread through her. *Mist,* she sent, gently, not wanting to wake him. He answered wordlessly, and she continued, ready to stop if he wished. *We aren't far from home now--the home we'll make for ourselves, I mean. I can feel it. We're so close.* She closed her eyes and was startled to feel tears slip through her lids. *I've never been so happy,* she sent to him. *Here--now--in this place, even though it won't be our holt, my heart is full! It won't be long. We're almost home.*
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Post by peachbug on Jul 9, 2009 22:56:36 GMT -6
Softling sat on the edge of her shaped nest, a few sleeping spots from the ground where Snapbone watched her anxiously. He paced a little this way, then that, then sat and stared up, golden brown eyes boring up at her golden green. **Go sleep?** He sent, picturing something similar to the ground based nestings she'd made before, ones where he could share or at least get his nose in.
**Yes.** Softling affirmed gently, but sent an image, scents and sounds of the wolf pack, who made their own way to sleeping. He was nearly not a puppy really, almost full grown from his gangly state when they'd left Sureshot's holt, almost ready to ride like the others. Sleeping apart from her pack hadn't done much good for her, sleeping from his could only be worse; they were not nearly as forgiving to outsiders. Snapbone whined, but she mentally pushed him till he sulked and went away.
Softling sighed and her thoughts drifted over the others with her eyes, her head buzzing faintly with their open sendings. As she thought, she picked brambles from her hair, regretting not taking the bathe, but too solid where she was to head to the river. Such excitement, so close to a new home...her mind tugged to think of the past, memories never remembered so well as they were when she was at Sureshot's holt, not able to find the old places and scents, and the future, intangible and pointless to consider past a day or two. What did she have right now? A brain full of intangibles and a lot of wasted efforts. Softling would keep trying, certainly, to break through the strange ease that the other Wolfriders moved together with. Perhaps a new holt would give her the connection.
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Post by peachbug on Jul 9, 2009 23:04:39 GMT -6
Evenstar rolled from her bedding spot, the highest of course, to hang her head and shoulders off the side, hair falling in a goldish brown sheet. She wasn't tired, she was giddy, she was interested in everything...she felt like a cub fresh from the den. New holt, new elves, new this and that. The stars were rapidly disappearing, smeared by pastel light. She was not usually like her sister in this manner, but...
*Stay with me?* The tanner sent playfully to anyone within range.
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Post by Kris on Jul 9, 2009 23:14:00 GMT -6
Wingfoot to Nightsun“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.” Wingfoot smiled, as much for the touch of her gentle hand as for Nightsun's endearment. "Then we should sleep," and he carefully reclined so that he would not disturb her as she rested against him, easing her head down on his shoulder. He caressed her hair, smoothing it away from her face and brow. "We've had a long journey," he murmured. "Rest well, my dear friend." He longed to call her more than that, but hesitated; they had hardly touched, although he knew, in his heart, that Nightsun had much the same feelings for him as he did for her. But she was dear to him, and growing dearer with every sunrise and sunset. Wingfoot watched her sweet face grow smooth and peaceful as sleep stole over her, her eyelids fall over her honey-colored eyes, and told himself he could stay awake forever if it meant staying at Nightsun's side. My lovely little friend, he thought, and smiled. When we find a place for our holt--if we find it--I hope you won't say no if I ask you to den with me. Let your brothers find their own companions. I want you as mine.
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"I wasn't always called Mist," he murmurred quietly. "Once the tribe knew me as Whitefire." He chuckled. "Your sister would have liked him."
