The beach was pale and eerie in the moonlight as the waves rushed up and down it's gentle slope. A dark, lone figure danced on the edge of the water, moving silently, leaving delicate paw prints in the pale sand. She was most comfortable here, at the edge of the endless sea, alone with her thoughts. She lamented her fate, trapped in a clan that distanced her for her upbringing. She was not at fault for her past, raised on a ship captained by twolegs as her mother worked for them, eliminating the disease-ridden rats aboard the vessel. WaveSong had never connected with any human, even the cabin boy who had rescued her from the sinking ship when she was a kitten. Now fully grown, WaveSong still felt the pull of the sea, especially when she felt particularly rejected by the life she had chosen. She stood, bold and erect on the shell-encrusted shoreline, and longed to learn it's secrets. But instead, she could hesitate only a moment before the crashing waves before continuing down the coastline.
My heart is pierced by Cupid - I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
(She still needs a Mentor, by the way. Does Wavesong have an Apprentice yet?)
Carried on a salty breeze, Shellpaw caught the scent of her Clanmate and wondered what the she-cat was doing alone out here. She picked over the damp sand, feeling the stuff give slightly beneath her small paws, relishing the coolness of it beneath her pads.
"Wavesong?" She called out sheepishly, unsure of herself meeting the Warrior like this in the night. She had been hunting, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, but still she thought she might be berated for being away from the camp at such a late time.
One more watched the exchange from one of the dunes where she sat, her black tipped tail curled around her tawny paws. Green/gold eyes were wide and bright as she looked from the stars down to the two she-cats on the beach. WaveSong and Shellpaw, she wondered what they were up to. Well, she could gather WaveSong had been mooning over some past life, but that was her burden to bear.
Hawksong flickered her ears and looked back to the stars and then down to the surf that pounded across the pale sand, crashing and hissing as it took out to sea again. For how violent it sounded, it was soothing to her, casting her eyes skyward again she pushed her ears back, closed her eyes and let her jaw drop open in a soundless wail of lament before standing and heading down the beach toward the two she-cats, ears forward, eyes bright and tail erect. No cat would know how pained she still was, they didn't need her to drag them down.
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2013 13:01:33 GMT -5 by Hawksong
(Maybe Hawksong wants an Apprentice? I just want Shellpaw to get a Mentor already lol)
The breeze had changed, suddenly, and Shellpaw was now aware of another she-cat approaching. She looked up, her orange eyes reflecting the moonlight as it bounced off the sea, and saw the tawny tabby Hawksong.
Shellpaw was more partial to this she-cat, as she had a much friendlier disposition, and she called out a greeting while dipping her head respectfully to the Warrior.
RippleFur was once again perched upon his haunt, the large shelf of rock jutting out of the rock face and overlooking the ocean. The moon, hanging like an unwelcome reminder in the empty sky, lit up the ocean. The broken reflections glittered gently. RippleFur was watching them, lulled by their hypnotic dance. Cats were on the beach below, and while he saw them, until now he had paid them no mind. Now he noticed them talking, and was curious.
He slunk off of his roost and down into the camp. He passed through quietly, so as not to disturb anyone, and to the shelves. He leaped from shelf to shelf down the rock face until he had reached the beach where the other cats were conversing. Walking up to them with his tail high, he spoke.
"Hello, neighbors. What are you all doing up so late?"
(I would have taken Shellpaw, but i'm no good at mentoring, sorry! ^^' Hawksong wouldn't mind an adoptive little sister sort of deal though! )
Hawksong smiled and gently hooked a paw over Shellpaw's shoulders, drew her in for a mini-kitty hug and let her go again. Nodding a hello to WaveSong she heard RippleFur approaching and turned, gracing him with a smile and an enthusiastic tail wave. "Hello Ripplefur!" she purred and dropped down to her haunches, her black tipped tail now wrapped about her paws.
"I just saw WaveSong and Shellpaw down here and came to hang out and see what was going on myself after stargazing for a bit." she confessed, her ears tilting back a little, but then she switched gears, hiding her pain and going back to her cheery disposition.
(Oh yay thanks Keelin and don't worry Hawksong that's totally fine. xD Now I've got an Apprentice to a Leader and one to a Deputy so playing both of them will be loads of fun. )
Shellpaw looked from Hawksong to her Mentor and back again, her tail twitching. Something about the older she-cat's tone worried her, but she wasn't sure why. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she stepped forward and inclined her head to Ripplefur.
"I was hunting," she said simply. "I caught a small seabird that had gotten sleepy, but nothing else. I buried it down the shore," she mewed, pointing with her tail. "Then I caught Wavesong's scent and came to check up on her. I didn't realize you were out here."
The shy Apprentice lowered her head and kicked at the sand beneath her paws. She was still a relatively new Apprentice, and while she knew Ripplefur to be a kind tom, she wasn't sure how he would react to his charge being out so late without his permission.
Hawksong smiled and nodded, her tail still wrapped about her paws and her eyes on the waves as she sat next to Ripplefur, letting the majesty and magic of the night wash over her. She then flicked her gaze over to Shellpaw and motioned with her tail for the apprentice to come sit with her, for she was rather fond of her.
"Indeed I am Ripplefur, I do hope you're doing well too."
The moon's light danced off the waves, giving them a silvery shimmer and making Hawksong's green gold eyes sparkle. She was having such an amazing night, sitting with her fellow clan mates.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2013 16:04:18 GMT -5 by Hawksong
The shy Apprentie, after being softly reprimanded by her Mentor, had stood by indecisively trying to decide whether or not to leave the grown cats to their moonlit thoughts and return to her soft nest.
But when Hawksong flicked her tail in Shellpaw's direction, the little she-cat perked up and trotted across the sand to join her. For a few seconds they all sat in silence, while Shellpaw let the night-colored breeze carry the familiar scent of salty waves to her. Then, when struck by a sudden curiosity, she leaned toward Hawksong while still looking out at the moonlit waters.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly, and readjusted to a more comfortable position with her tail wrapped around her paws. She chanced a glance at the pretty Warrior; no matter how much she liked her company, Hawksong seemed so distant this evening.
Hawksong looked down at Shellpaw and smiled, a soft,sad, yet gentle passing of hidden emotion. What a question to ask.
Her voice was soft as she allowed Shellpaw to lean to her if the little apprentice wished. She rather enjoyed being around her and being able to play big sister. She had almost wished that Shellpaw was her apprentice, but Ripplefur was more experienced in that art than she.
"I miss them, and I think about them all the time, but, I know they're watching me from StarClan and I want to make them proud."
She purred and gently licked Shellpaw between the ears a few times before tucking her tail around the apprentice affectionately.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2013 7:51:57 GMT -5 by Hawksong
Shellpaw nestled against the older cat, purring softly. She let the cool winds tug at her fur as she looked out over the sea. She was glad to have Hawksong around-- oftentimes she felt lonely, without many other Apprentices and no close friends. The Warrior was like her sister, which helped make up for the fact that she was an only kit herself.
"Do you remember them?" Shellpaw finally asked. "What were they like?"