- Jun 20, 2022
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Golden eyes glint from the darkness of the barn. She’s restless, made moreso by the presence of cats she’d spent seasons of her life fearing, and when she slips noiselessly from her infiltrated sanctuary, it’s to drown her thoughts in solitude. Though thin and waning, what remains of the moon above is plump and chokes the world in silver frost. The quiet sounds of the Horseplace drone monotonously around her. She quickens her pace until she reaches the fenceline where loner cats sometimes overlook the sprawling moor—and she sees a familiar rosetted pelt, a rich tail curling over the wooden slats. “Sunstride.” It’s spoken warily, but politely.
She pauses, wondering if she should turn tail and head in the other direction. She’d wanted solitude. She’d wanted to escape the WindClan cats who’d once put a bounty on her pelt, on her mate’s, but after a few heartbeats, her hesitation turns into muted acceptance. Pollenfur clambers onto the fence beside Sunstride. Her eyes are round in the moonlight, eyelashes catching powdery flakes of snow that fall in silent drifts around them. “And what are you doing up so late? Your Clan sleeps. I just left the barn.” Her voice is stiff, still. After a moment of quiet, she questions, “Are you planning something?"
[ @SUNSTRIDE ]
She pauses, wondering if she should turn tail and head in the other direction. She’d wanted solitude. She’d wanted to escape the WindClan cats who’d once put a bounty on her pelt, on her mate’s, but after a few heartbeats, her hesitation turns into muted acceptance. Pollenfur clambers onto the fence beside Sunstride. Her eyes are round in the moonlight, eyelashes catching powdery flakes of snow that fall in silent drifts around them. “And what are you doing up so late? Your Clan sleeps. I just left the barn.” Her voice is stiff, still. After a moment of quiet, she questions, “Are you planning something?"
[ @SUNSTRIDE ]
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