speak to me ;; love languages.

[hyacinthbreath]

;; complex prompt built around how hyacinth expresses her love language to those she cares about.

The tape rolls, replaying the past like a movie before her eyes. Lavenderstorm curled herself around Hyacinthbreath, the normally stoic woman's face twisted into one of pure adoration. She'd never been good with words, never been too vocal about her affections for the femme. Lavender was rambling about something she knew nothing of, but still eagerly listened to, face softened into a loving stare. "Are you listening?" She quips teasingly, and Hyacinth nods her head eagerly. "Of course. Listening to you is my favorite thing to do." She meows in response, Hyacinth's cheeks warming with her admittance.

Fade to black, and Hyacinth opens her eyes and finds herself in her nest once more. Alone. The smell of Lavenderstorm has long gone now, leaving Hyacinth to sleep on her own in silent suffering. Her face brushes against her arm as she rolls onto her side, debating on if getting out of bed was worth it. Without Lavender around, Hyacinth was lonely. Painfully so. She hears the sound of patrols starting, sees her apprentice in the distance. She's reminded then, of how they were supposed to have kits together- Lavender and herself. They were supposed to be a family together.

She stands up, squinting at the light of the sun above her that glares into her eyes- igniting it with violet color. She chirps a greeting to an NPC, expressionless face scanning the moors. Once again, she would return to an empty nest. She closes her eyes, giving a sigh.

Hyacinth didn't show affection very well, Lavender had always been that enigma that changed her- the only exception to the law of love languages. Though, she might have been wrong. Holding a rabbit in her jaws, she awkwardly stands in place- pondering if she should give it to someone. Acts of service, one could say.​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

"You seem troubled." A voice meows matter-of-factly from over the silver she-cats shoulder. Padding in front of her shoulder, the other tiny she-cat reveals herself to the lead warrior's gaze. Sure, Hyacinithbreath's face never shone with emotion, the two she-cats were similar in that regard. Yet there were other signs to tell how a cat was feeling, the sigh, the tight squeeze of the eyes.

Besides, Sootstar wasn't stupid. She was aware one of her warriors have been no where to be found... WindClan's first traitor, Lavenderstorm. She hadn't been expecting it, yet... one day the short-legged she-cat was gone. No patrol had found her, and Lavenderstorm was lucky for it, Hya in a sense too. The two had been awfully close... Sootstar wasn't sure if it was official, but she had considered them a pairing.

"You'll find happiness again, not only did she betray WindClan but she betrayed you. You don't deserve someone who disposes of you without a word, you can do better." It's Sootstar's genuine shot at being reassuring, though it might not be the assurance Hyacinithbreath desired to hear. Aiming to brush her tail tip on the warrior's shoulder, the equivalent to a pat on the back, she swiftly moves on. "Do you know how last night's hunting patrols went? We barely have any fresh-kill left from yesterday." Not very good with emotions, was she? ​

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[hyacinthbreath]

Hyacinth lifts her head at a voice behind her, ears flicking to listen to the reassuring voice of her leader. She sets the rabbit down in front of the molly, seating herself on her haunches. The reassurance was welcome, but the idea of Lavenderstorm being a traitor made Hyacinthbreath's heart run cold. If she left without saying anything, maybe she truly was a traitor. Hyacinth gives her leader a thankful nod, confident that she was right. She had to be.

Then, the nightly patrol was brought up- as if the conversation was never much to begin with. Maybe it wasn't, she pondered, maybe she was just being overdramatic. Love was something she didn't quite understand after Lavender left, but she didn't mind the solitude as long as she had WindClan.

Her family was WindClan. It was Sootstar, Weaselclaw, Moonshadow, Mallowlark, Leechpaw, and so many others. This was her home.

"Night-time hunting is getting a bit harder as time goes on. With leaf-bare coming soon, it seems most prey is beginning to stock up on food for hibernation, so this is the best time to hunt before it gets cold." She states with a hum, considering what they could do about it. "I can send another patrol out tonight, towards Fourtrees. Maybe we'll get something there."​

 

[ivoryflight.]

A polite dip of her head to the higher ranking pair, would be her greeting as they spoke. Taking a seat where she could respectfully see both, she’d wait for the right moment to allow herself to be part of the conversation. “I can join if you’d like? It could do me some good to refresh my night-hunting skills.” The tension that hung in the air was obvious, and she was unsure if she were truly welcomed in the conversation. Not that she felt obligated to attend the patrol, but she knew that it wasn’t good for her if she didn’t offer at the very least.

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[WEASELCLAW]

Unlike Sootstar, Weaselclaw is not the brightest when it comes to recognizing social cues and changes in behavior. Body language may as well not exist for the tabby warrior, unless it's overt -- a sensual touch of the tail to the flank, a furious flattening of ears, that sort of thing. He's not noticed anything different about Hyacinthbreath at all -- and so he is almost floored when he sees Sootstar attempting some gesture of comfort.

"Lavenderstorm was your mate?" He echoed. He had, as all of Sootstar's warriors must have, known Lavenderstorm had disappeared... he'd been surprised. She'd come with Sootstar and Hyacinthbreath from the marshes; he'd never have doubted her loyalty. But one doesn't just leave one's Clan without a word and expect to return on good terms. He has to agree with his leader -- Lavenderstorm, in all senses of the word, has been branded a traitor in his mind.

He shakes himself, hoping the stunned look leaves his face a little. "Right. Well, plenty of she-cats in WindClan who know where their loyalties lie." He glances at Sootstar, wondering how she'd known about Hyacinthbreath and her short-legged mate. Maybe just because they'd been close before WindClan's creation...

He nods as Ivoryflight approaches. "Hunting's a good way to get your mind off of things, though," he says, flicking his tail. He'd be happy to accompany them if hunting was on their minds. Sootstar is right -- the fresh-kill pile looks pitiful. "I can grab Owlpaw, if you're all wanting to go out."
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PENNED BY MARQUETTE​