Recent content by Cindershade

Velvet ears would move, turning to face the call of a man that she had come to know as a companion. It was quite humorous to see, a stoic and fearless woman friends with a sly fox with a bit of cowardice. But the world has such a way of intertwining destinies together in red thread, bounding of...

A scrutinizing stare beams atop of the back of the blue point, akin to observing the smallest microorganism under the lense of a microscope for studying. Cindershade watches as sand filters in the air, spreading of loose dirt and grit that seemed to take Lichentail by their very vocal chords...

// THIS IS SO LATE I APOLOGIZE A touch of coolness spreads across rosetted fur as she prowled silently, her mind clearly amongst a different timeline as she walked at the head of her gathering clan mates. Cicadastar loomed above her, his plumed tail merely inches from her nose. She walked in...

As the brackish waters surround them both, she can only see the rush of bubbles encroach over her face. They temporarily blind her in a place where she was already blinded, but yet she still held Sablepaw as she grappled with her. It was just a simple training exercise, a way to keep her guarded...

A great strength of Cindershade's had always been her sharpened eyes, acute and cutthroat just as she was. An ally she had always been blessed with ever since she was a young child, scouring through dim alleyways to dark marshlands until now within the meadows and reeds of RiverClan. Built to be...

For a mere apprentice, Littlepaw seemed to be quick on agile paws. It was something to be commended for, considering the last time she did this, it was to a fellow lead warrior that she had sent sprawling onto the ground with a deathly pin. Cindershade doesn't dare to comment, doesn't want to...

An urge to follow the duo towards the beech copse, she finds herself by the very camp where they once resided. Bramble and reed still layer, beaten down now but moons of use and trampling of paws. She does not miss this place, does not care to see it for all she cared. But luckily with training...

A shrill cry cracks like lightning overhead, followed by a flash of shadow that she barely is able to catch. The voice is undoubtedly that of Smokethroat, but his usualy gravelled tone is cutthroat like shards of stone that pierce her ears as he makes a mad dash. DOG! He shouts and calamity...

A bit surprised she is when Littlepaw doesn't stand there like a half-blind mouse, curling under her launching body a mere second beforehand. Cindershade feels her paws barely graze calico fur before landing on the very spot where Littlepaw stood. A mere twitch of her whiskers was all that was...

Dispersing from Cicadastar's patrol, another one was left behind. Their leader would place a facade, use silver-tongued words to woo their newfound neighbors and keep his generosity apparent. But he is no fool, he knows his patrol is well outnumbered from nomadic cats—and he has kept himself...

Wondering what those slender kits will look like...

"Petalnose!" A booming shout above the calamity, a fierceness to it akin to rolling thunder that echoes after it escapes her. She heard the petrified wails of Buckgait's children, the roaring of their father ordering them to hide away and like the others—she bounds head first into the onslaught...

"Perhaps you should be a WindClan warrior catching hares like that." It was meant as a joke, albeit her tone held no humor within it. A brief twitch of her lips was the only inclination of her banter, giving a tentative sniff of the hare that lay by Clovernose's paws. Below the heavy iron-clang...

Like Mosspaw, Cindershade was also a bit baffled by the question. What sense did it make? It wasn't as if anyone could turn into a turtle—it was impossible. That is, until Snakeblink raises his voice and she could not help but to roll her eyes at him. What an idiot. He was teasing, of course...

Determination fills Littlepaw's eyes are their gazes lock—either that, or pure arrogance. The lead warrior was unsure, but nonetheless she will meet the apprentice with a lifted chin and down the bridge of her nose. "You think you can spar with me?" A huff of laughter spews over blackened lips...