Post by skyy and her socks on Mar 6, 2016 11:28:13 GMT
Littlerain would never be the type of cat who just sat around all day and waited for the grass to grow. She didn’t do sitting around, didn’t wait on the world to come to her. As long as she’d lived she’d always been on her paws, seeking out what the forest might hold and grabbing it with her teeth, for better or worse. Even with age and three kits having come after her, that energy had never faded. It seemed like of those she held dear as friends, Rosestar, Doverain, she seemed the one who’d certainly changed the least in that respect. Not that her friends had changed of course. Just grown into themselves. Many that was her issues, Littlerain hadn’t quite done that.
Well, it wasn’t about to start now. The she-cat came to sudden stop, her long pelt puffed out against the chill that hung in the air, a reminder of the thick cloud that covered every inch of the sky above. No doubt rain would greet them later. Let it comes, water’s never scared me. However, the company was a different story. The she-cat swung her head around, squinting back behind her for the tabby and white form of her mate. “Wow, you really are getting old if you’re moving that slowly, come on now!” She called back, tail lashing behind her. Against the dark greens and browns of the marsh, her cream and blue dilute pelt stood out brightly, a beacon in the darker shades surrounding them. Yet, it was another thing she’d learned to pay no mind to. Any cat who accused her of hiding after all, would soon be proven to be blind. In that sort of situation, it also came in benefit, in making sure Brightscar didn’t lose her in the shadows. Not that he tended to do that very often.
Spinning back around, Littlerain pressed on. Where they were going? Nowhere particular, but they were certainly going somewhere. For quiet time, and maybe a bit of hunting. Or more likely a sparring session. Hunting remained far from something of interest, after all. “If we didn’t live here, y’know, these marshes might actually be a little scary,” the words escaped almost thoughtfully after a moment, her gaze sweeping the leaves and water that wrapped around their paws, clinging to the thin little trees that scattered the area. Add a bit of mist and there you went, spooky setting complete. Then again, was that something that would scare someone like a WindClanner? Food for thought, nonetheless. The she-cat’s tail flicked absently behind her, as she continued to lead the way through the trees, pausing after a moment to finally give Brightscar a chance to catch up.
Well, it wasn’t about to start now. The she-cat came to sudden stop, her long pelt puffed out against the chill that hung in the air, a reminder of the thick cloud that covered every inch of the sky above. No doubt rain would greet them later. Let it comes, water’s never scared me. However, the company was a different story. The she-cat swung her head around, squinting back behind her for the tabby and white form of her mate. “Wow, you really are getting old if you’re moving that slowly, come on now!” She called back, tail lashing behind her. Against the dark greens and browns of the marsh, her cream and blue dilute pelt stood out brightly, a beacon in the darker shades surrounding them. Yet, it was another thing she’d learned to pay no mind to. Any cat who accused her of hiding after all, would soon be proven to be blind. In that sort of situation, it also came in benefit, in making sure Brightscar didn’t lose her in the shadows. Not that he tended to do that very often.
Spinning back around, Littlerain pressed on. Where they were going? Nowhere particular, but they were certainly going somewhere. For quiet time, and maybe a bit of hunting. Or more likely a sparring session. Hunting remained far from something of interest, after all. “If we didn’t live here, y’know, these marshes might actually be a little scary,” the words escaped almost thoughtfully after a moment, her gaze sweeping the leaves and water that wrapped around their paws, clinging to the thin little trees that scattered the area. Add a bit of mist and there you went, spooky setting complete. Then again, was that something that would scare someone like a WindClanner? Food for thought, nonetheless. The she-cat’s tail flicked absently behind her, as she continued to lead the way through the trees, pausing after a moment to finally give Brightscar a chance to catch up.
