Post by Pie on Apr 20, 2011 12:33:58 GMT -5
Stormflower
The silver tabby of StreamClan sat outside of the mass of cats, observing. She didn't feel the need to converse this night. Generally she would be gathering information through conversations and light laughs, but tonight, on this particular night she found herself feeling the need to stay silent.
Sometimes, so she learned over the moons, sometimes silence was the best form of weapon. Not feeling like there was much excitement in the air, she allowed her blue eyes to drift close so she could allow herself a memory of her past. Slowly the images formed behind her eyelids. Her kits, Coal and Bailey, splashing in a small crick as her loving mate watched them with kindness an intoxicating laugh bursting from his lips.
A sigh of longing and content escaped the Streamclanner's muzzle, but only for a brief moment. Something charged the air that made her skin crawl and eyes open into angry slits. Were there voices being raised? Angling her ears this way and that, Stormflower pinpointed the source of the rage and rolled her eyes. Honestly, it was a bloody Gathering and these idiotic young toms couldn't keep their claws in check?
What didn't surprised her was Firepaw -- er, Firestorm, was part of it. "Now, what in the name of StarClan has him wound up?" Coming to her paws she felt her pace quicken as the emotions escalated and soon the country cat of PineClan was upon the FogClan tom. Coming to a standstill beside Dovepaw, Stormflower ran her tail along the she-cat's spine in a calming manner. Despite her tough shell, the warrior had a soft spot for kits and didn't like any, no matter than clan title, to feel upset.
To make matters worse, Rowanheart threw himself into it all. Rolling her eyes again, Stormflower let a small hiss escape her lips in frustration. "Rowanheart, really! This isn't the time or place." While she never did like the tom, and was much fonder of Rainpaw, Stormflower knew getting Rowanheart lathered would do no good. Hearing stories here and there she knew a bit about the tom and his thought process.
Feeling her muscles bunch, Stormflower knew her leader would probably be angered by her next move, however she didn't seem to mind enough not to involve herself. Ears pinned against her head she thrust herself forward, aiming to wedge herself between the two toms.
The silver tabby of StreamClan sat outside of the mass of cats, observing. She didn't feel the need to converse this night. Generally she would be gathering information through conversations and light laughs, but tonight, on this particular night she found herself feeling the need to stay silent.
Sometimes, so she learned over the moons, sometimes silence was the best form of weapon. Not feeling like there was much excitement in the air, she allowed her blue eyes to drift close so she could allow herself a memory of her past. Slowly the images formed behind her eyelids. Her kits, Coal and Bailey, splashing in a small crick as her loving mate watched them with kindness an intoxicating laugh bursting from his lips.
A sigh of longing and content escaped the Streamclanner's muzzle, but only for a brief moment. Something charged the air that made her skin crawl and eyes open into angry slits. Were there voices being raised? Angling her ears this way and that, Stormflower pinpointed the source of the rage and rolled her eyes. Honestly, it was a bloody Gathering and these idiotic young toms couldn't keep their claws in check?
What didn't surprised her was Firepaw -- er, Firestorm, was part of it. "Now, what in the name of StarClan has him wound up?" Coming to her paws she felt her pace quicken as the emotions escalated and soon the country cat of PineClan was upon the FogClan tom. Coming to a standstill beside Dovepaw, Stormflower ran her tail along the she-cat's spine in a calming manner. Despite her tough shell, the warrior had a soft spot for kits and didn't like any, no matter than clan title, to feel upset.
To make matters worse, Rowanheart threw himself into it all. Rolling her eyes again, Stormflower let a small hiss escape her lips in frustration. "Rowanheart, really! This isn't the time or place." While she never did like the tom, and was much fonder of Rainpaw, Stormflower knew getting Rowanheart lathered would do no good. Hearing stories here and there she knew a bit about the tom and his thought process.
Feeling her muscles bunch, Stormflower knew her leader would probably be angered by her next move, however she didn't seem to mind enough not to involve herself. Ears pinned against her head she thrust herself forward, aiming to wedge herself between the two toms.