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this is all I need (stag) Jan 1, 2016 20:20:00 GMT

Post by hallelujah on Jan 1, 2016 20:20:00 GMT

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this is my snow-covered home

[attr="class","itdscroll"]The moors waved their frenzied hands up at the indigo sky, strands and fronds of wheat tittering like kits unsuccessfully pretending to be cool beneath the vivid abyss. When Sheepwhisker tilted his head back and let his big eyes fall upon the expanse above him, he felt as though he might fall ears-first into its yawning mouth. He rather liked the sky at night, with its winking stars girdling Silverpelt and turning the Heavens into streaks of silver and blue, a holiday of plants colliding. Sheepwhisker dropped his gaze to his older brother, big brown eyes finding the other long-haired tom with mild curiosity. They were moving through Windclan's grassy territory, stalking hares together, though Starclan had not blessed them with any game so far. Sheepwhisker twitched his whiskers and let the empty air lie, thinking to himself not without a warm glow lighting up his expression, that Rabbitleap wouldn't let their conversation suffer for very long. Sheepwhisker had faith his brother would break the silence before long, and shrugged his shoulders, twisting his head around atop them in order to loosen up. The promise of the hunt warmed him to the tips of his toes and having Rabbitleap with him, his truest and closest confidante, only improved the content glow that settled in his chest and allowed him to move with more ease than he might in the company of any others.

Though, as they moved, sleek long-furred bodies padding in time, Sheepwhisker's mind turned to recent events, most specifically the quiet and intimate conversation he and Stoneshade had had hardly a day before. Sheepwhisker's chest clenched with that awkward flexing bundle of nerves coiled up inside him; his eyes fell again, out of habit, deferring to the desire to avoid any confrontation. Rabbitleap wouldn't scold me, he thought to himself forcefully, whiskers wrinkling up with distaste at his own nervous assumptions. I know he wouldn't. Rabbitleap and Mottledstream had been nothing but supportive when learning of his sexuality and inability to further the clan's population, even when Sheepwhisker's sexuality had helped to sow the seeds of discord between Foxcloud and Rabbitleap. You cannot blame yourself there either, he informed himself, pawsteps faltering as his thoughts took this severe turn. Not your fault. Almost unwillingly, his mind's eye turned instead to the compassionate gaze of Stoneshade, leveled at Sheepwhisker with warm undeserved regard, and this time Sheepwhisker tripped and staggered sideways in order to keep his footing. He coughed, glancing at his older brother with a savage blush rising beneath his long fur. "Sorry, sorry," the tom meowed, clearing his throat and chuckling self-consciously. "Not paying enough attention to my own paws, I guess."

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this is all I need (stag) Jan 9, 2016 7:41:35 GMT

Post by stag on Jan 9, 2016 7:41:35 GMT

RABBITLEAP

458 words for sheepwhisker.hallelujah

It was a right pleasant morning. The sun was shining, the sky clear and cloudless. All those terribly ominous things had seemed to fade away with the darkness, or at least retreated into memory for the time being. He might have, had the company been different, been tempted to frolic his way along through the moor hills. War was a distant threat, the bodies no more than ghost stories and childrens' warnings. Even though he knew better than to lay at ease, knew better than to think it was all over, he was tempted to lose himself in blissful ignorance. After all, he had lived a long and rather blessed sort of life. Should death come upon him, as it so often did unexpectedly, he would leave this world without regrets.

His jaws gaped in a yawn as the hunting party split off. He wasn't overly concerned. In truth, he had somewhat accepted that he would return home empty handed. The day might have been beautiful, but it was also silent. The sound of song, of tiny paws rustling, had all but died away. There would be little, if anything, to find amongst these waving grasses. But he would hope, if only to protect the glory of such a day. He trundled along, unusually lost in himself and his increasing pleasure. Only belatedly did he realize just how small his group had become. He turned his head, noting Sheepwhisker at his side with a trill of absolute ecstasy. To have quiet moments together, uninterrupted, had become a rarity. Sheepwhisker was, unlike his elder brother, a busy sort of creature. He was in high demand, his company sought after. Rabbitleap, being oblivious to his own rather tactless nature, wasn't entirely sure why this was. But he accepted it all the same.

He had launched into a rather long-winded tale about some distant relative or another. Though no one was entirely sure, some suspected that Rabbitleap made up these characters from thin air - inventing third cousins and distant grandparents and uncles twice removed. No matter their realism, they made for colorful chaps and lasses, always involved in some sort of terrible adventure or another. Whether Rabbitleap even told the tales for the amusement of his erstwhile companion, or to soothe his own lonely mind, was another mystery entirely. But today, on this afternoon full of rare little treats, Rabbitleap's tale trickled into silence. His nose wrinkled, his brows knitting together. As oblivious as he may well have been, he knew silence as well as any. He dipped his head, butting Sheepwhisker's shoulder gently. "What might be the trouble, little fellow? I know you've heard this tale before, and you're usually just cheeky enough to keep me from repeating myself."

brother let me be your shelter