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Post by tor on Jun 5, 2024 12:00:37 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/BzmfgZ6/whiskey~jpg Each day, now that the season was growing warmer, Whiskey found himself spending more and more time near the PrairieClan border. He had plenty of excuses for it. The hunting was good over here, thanks to PrairieClan cats apparently preferring to hunt on the other side of the meadow, or near their tunnels. It also gave him an opportunity to watch the border, one of his new responsibilities as a representative for the barn. If anyone ever pressed him, he would be quick to whip out one of those explanations, and he doubted anyone would question him. But... in truth, Whiskey found himself near the border in hopes of catching glimpse of an increasingly familiar dark pelt. The PrairieClan warrior — Raventhorn — was persistent in getting Whiskey's attention. And he liked it. So what if he made it a little easier for the other tom to take some of his time? As long as they were both supporting their homes, then a little cross-border friendship wouldn't hurt. Movement further into PrairieClan's territory caught his attention. Whiskey shifted in his spot under the lone tree that marked the border between barn and clan. It was a common rendezvous point for delegations meeting each other, especially delegations led by a certain black-furred tom. Except, the cat in the distance didn't have Raventhorn's handsome, dark coat. No, they were light colored, like Whiskey, though not white. Shimmering, almost. Whiskey squinted, wondering who it was, and why they were alone, until his heart jumped into his throat. He knew that silver coat. Knew those unique markings. Unsure of what else to do, Whiskey rose to his feet, making it more obvious that he was here. Had Silversong seen him? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that his old friend (he scowled at the word — Silversong long since stopped being his friend) was wandering toward him, looking almost lazy, or maybe lethargic, in his movements. "Cross that border and you'll regret it, PrairieClan," he called out harshly, deciding that, for the moment, it was better to play sentry, even if he had no intention of lashing out at the cat he once knew so well. "Does your leader know you're here?" |
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Post by absurdjinx on Jun 9, 2024 6:19:09 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/HVB2kgL/silver~jpg | silversong, "put all your faults to bed
you can be king again" |
Silversong didn’t notice much of a difference in himself, but Indigoblossom told him quite frequently that he was doing better and better with each day that came and went. He figured that if he was improving, the warmer weather and longer days were helping. He found himself leaving camp often to go for walks and sometimes, if he felt close to being like his past self, he’d even try hunting. Today was an odd day. He didn’t feel anything like he did before… before he lost her, but he didn’t feel disconnected from himself, either. While Silversong wasn’t up for hunting at the moment, he figured he’d go for a walk and at any point, if he started feeling like himself, he’d give hunting a try. He wasn’t sure why he ended up at this border, though. He quickly found himself wishing he’d ended up anywhere except the boundary PrairieClan shared with the barn cats. He hadn’t even noticed the cat beneath a nearby tree until they stood taller and it took him a few moments just to recognize them. Silversong didn’t think he could face Whiskey right now so he turned to leave, but before he could even do that, the other tom was calling out to him. “ Cross that border and you’ll regret it, PrairieClan,” Whiskey said. He never thought it’d wound him so terribly to hear his once-friend use such a harsh tone with him and he even flinched as if Whiskey had actually struck him. Did Whiskey mean what he said? Silversong didn’t intend on finding out. “ Does your leader know you’re here?” For a lengthy moment, Silversong didn’t respond. He simply stared at Whiskey, surprised that the tall tom was willing to start a conversation with him - even if it was a hostile one. And then he took another moment to decide whether or not he was also willing to participate in this discussion. Ultimately, he moved in Whiskey’s direction so neither of them would have to speak loudly for the other to hear. As he slowly walked closer, he glanced around as if to make sure no one was observing their interaction, and then he slowed to a halt a few fox-lengths away from the barn cat. He didn’t want to get too close in case Whiskey wasn’t just trying to appear tough when he’d warned Silversong not to cross the boundary. Whiskey’s question went unanswered by Silversong. He didn’t even bother acknowledging it because it sounded too much like he was an unsupervised apprentice who had accidentally trespassed on another clan’s territory, which wasn’t the vibe that felt right for their situation. Instead, he addressed Whiskey’s previous comment. “ So I’m PrairieClan now? Did you forget my name already?” Silversong tried to sound breezy, but there was something off about his voice, like he was attempting and failing to hide how difficult this interaction really was for him. He chose not to say anything else, afraid the mask he was trying to wear would completely fall off if he continued, and he hoped Whiskey was upset enough that he wouldn’t care about Silversong’s true feelings. |
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Post by tor on Jun 14, 2024 12:10:38 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/BzmfgZ6/whiskey~jpg Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this cat across the border wasn't Silversong. From the lack of response, just a vague glance in his direction, followed by a half-hearted attempt at eye contact, there was every chance this cat didn't recognize him. Whiskey held his ground. Narrowed his eyes. Stood as tall as he could, on the off chance that this wasn't Silversong, and he needed to prove to the stranger that he wouldn't be easy to fight. But no, as the silvery tom approached, Whiskey knew who it was without a doubt. Maggie's voice nagged at the back of his head — you never forget your first love. It wasn't even something she'd ever told him. It was just something he knew she'd say, if he ever bothered to be honest with her about this. He would never be honest. Any affection he once held for Silversong would come with him to his grave. "So I’m PrairieClan now? Did you forget my name already?"There was already a scowl on his face before Silversong even spoke. Whiskey wondered if one day it would sear itself there permanently. "Did you expect anything less, after disappearing without a word? I have better uses for my memory." |
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