private THESE BRIGHT BLUE CITY LIGHTS [🌼] MARIGOLDSTEM

[DAISYFLAME]

She takes a deep breath in - the air smells like wilting heather and a cold wind heralding the approach of leaf-bare. The chill bites through her short pelt, drawing a shiver from her sturdy frame. "A good run should warm us up," Daisyflame observes matter-of-factly, her breath steaming in the early morning air. She turns to her sibling with a faint glimmer of affection in her eyes, only discernible to the cats who have known her their entire lives. It feels good to be out here with just her littermate and the wide-open moors for company, serving their Clan as they're meant to.

With a roll of her shoulders, she takes off at a jog, letting her limbs ease themselves back into movement. Nights spend curled up as tight as possible to ward off the growing cold leave her feeling stiff as an elder the next morning. She can only imagine how uncomfortable the actual elders must be feeling. She'll bring them some warm prey when she and Marigoldstem get home from their hunt.

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[ YOU'LL HEAR ME HOWLING OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR -- ❀ ]​

 

[Marigoldstem]

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Daisyflame is rather no nonsense, there is an admiration for it. That would not satisfy Marigoldstem today, despite her admiration. He held a belief that starting the day with a chill in their bones would lead to unsuccessful hunts. That's the rule she would follow when the barn would grow cold, if they weren't limber enough then anything could run circles around them. "Wanna make it a race?" There's a faint glimmer of mischief, only showing it around her littermates in her desire to be taken seriously by the clan as a whole. She huffs out a breath of air, watching it dissipate into the bitter growing air.

She isn't sure if she would jump at the opportunity but to her surprise Daisyflame takes flight. Her sister is nimble, even with frost biting at her muscles and nerves. If anything Marigoldstem thought that it might make her slower but no such luck. Stretching her forelimbs out before taking off after her, figuring they could compromise here. Making this a jog to start with and then he could tempt his sister to push herself a little.

"I swear it wasn't ever this cold back home" she comments off-handedly with a content chuckle. Once she has deemed it enough time there is a telling rumble of a purr bubbling in her throat, with a flick of her tail against her sister's leg she takes off. His muscles ache in protest immediately for not taking the proper time to stretch but he felt the need to make his heart beat a steady thrum. To keep her littermate prepared to expect anything, this itself could be training for them she supposed.
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[DAISYFLAME]

A race. Her siblings have an odd ability to make her nostalgic for their kithood. Their early life on the barn was a simpler time, full of games and roughhousing and, yes, races; a set of burgeoning young hunters testing their strength and speed against one another. But adventure had called in their sister's wake, and the coziness of the barn became a prison to Daisyflame's restless heart.

Marigoldstem's off-hand comment makes her whiskers twitch, but nothing more. "Well, we did live in a barn," she reminds him, thinking back to the warmth of the nests they made in the hay and the wooden walls that had shielded them from the wind. Her eyes narrow in suspicion as a purr begins to rumble in his throat, confirmed as his tail thwaps against her leg and he takes off running. With a sigh, she picks up the pace, not quite breaking into a run just yet. "You're going to strain something if you aren't careful!" she warns.

Keeping an eye on her retreating firebrand form, Daisyflame pulls in a gust of cold air, and puts on a burst of speed. The tail that had flicked her makes a tempting target as she gains on him. Pacing herself had proven a wise decision; she finds herself within reach in a matter of moments, though instead of outstripping him and leaving him in her dust, she slows enough to flash out a paw and aims to whack the tip of his tail, before swerving to run at his side. She's too focused on her breathing to gloat, so she settles for a smug sideways glance.
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[ YOU'LL HEAR ME HOWLING OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR -- ❀ ]​