Bothersome Felines [Lo]

[valkyrie]

WHO SAID YOU COULD PLAY WITH ME?

Nothing thus far had impressed the male, compelled him to stay in one place for any period of time; besides when he was at the home of Riverclan. Truthfully he was slowly growing bored of this new place then again that wasn’t saying much for Hawkfeather – for him to have actual periods of interest would be strange – with a casual roll of his shoulders followed with the grumble of his stomach it would seem that breakfast was in order for the man, yet of course he'd have to hunt for the clan first. That wrenched place he called home only to patiently gain power over their little souls eventually. What delicate species would he decide to attempt or possibly take down this hot summer day. Letting those emerald eyes scan upwards towards the heated sun with a growing hatred. It was during this time he enjoyed his short coat for the breeze could dissolve his rising body temperature that was if there ever was to be a breeze found. Regardless there was too much to see too much to invest into for him to be kept captive in the confines of his slightly cooler dens his clan mates had made.

Each step leading him away from where he had been his eyes casually looked skyward for Red whom had taken to following the man around. Though they had a mutual agreement, the bird wasn’t to be up Hawkfeather’s ass the whole time unless he wanted to meet the the bird's God a little earlier than planned. Relieved that the nuisance of a creature had seemed to be heading to the warning given from the man Hawkfeather allowed his muscles to relax in the slightest. Yet he still bore that same dull looking depression the one he wore so well not allowing another thing to cross his entire being. He knew not where his legs would be taking him search of this mid-day’s feast whatever it happened to be – no he just mindlessly wondered about – caring not what happened in these very moments of the sun’s peak of day. Rather more concentrated on other thoughts swirling around his complex mind unknown to the world.

His mouth parted into a clear smile as he caught the vibrating sound of stirring water. His beloved and sole lover, the river was beckoning him to come and join her. Maybe for a mid-day swim or to quench his undying thirst, either way the man went to her calling. Her lullaby sings loudly as he continued closer to his only love. When he caught site of her once more his breath seemed nearly stolen, she was beyond the limit of curves as she twisted even within the lines she was given to fill plentifully with her soul quenching nectar. As his paws swiftly advance towards her his heart pounded in anxiety, he longed to be within her to dwell in the cool comfort she offered him. For her to tease as his fur as she stroked the bronze strings calming him into a sensation other would call peace but in his head it was pure uproar.

She always sent his body into shivers and his mind diving straight into his thoughts allowing him to get lost within himself which he though he had lost. Of course he never lost himself, he just lost in touch with he truly was when he was trapped into that hell hole of a clan. He groaned at the thought of his clan mates and that annoying furball of a leader. He wished he could slay them all but knowing it wouldn't do anything to benefit him besides a few moment of silence he slithered into the pool of water. Wading carefully his body relaxed as all the tension that was once in him seemed to drain like water into the soil.

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DUSKFIRE

Duskfire’s dappled pelt was dark and darkness attracted the sun. She was hot and bothered and she was more than ready for a swim. Hunting for the clan could wait until she had cooled off. Duskfire was irritable enough as it was, but when she was hot and bothered her temper had a shorter fuse than usual, the heat of greenleaf burned away the fuse of Duskfire’s temper to almost nothing. She pricked her ears forward eagerly as she heard the inviting sounds of the river. She was a true Riverclanner, and she loved to swim as much as she loved to sun herself.

She halted at the edge of the River and caught sight of the clan deputy, Hawkfeather, had beaten her to the river for an early swim. The tom was one of the few cats that she could tolerate easily in the clan, and who seemed to tolerate her tart attitude. Her whiskers forward, she rolled her shoulders before doing something she hadn’t done since she was an apprentice - she pounced from the shore and dove into the river with a splash. That was sure to get the attention of the clan deputy if he hadn’t already noticed her on the shore. She let out a content sigh as the water gently tugged at her fur and cooled her body.

“Good day for a swim, eh Hawkfeather?” Duskfire asked cheekily as she flicked her ears to get rid of the drops of water that clung to the velvety fur on her ears. Her paws churned the water as she swam, until they once again touched the soft silt on the riverbed. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws, digging them into the silt and retracting them as though she was massaging the earth. This was one of the many reasons that Riverclan was the best clan in the forest, and she couldn’t have been happier to be a part of it.

“So, how are you enjoying this unbearably hot day so far?”

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WHO SAID YOU COULD PLAY WITH ME?
Hawkfeather

The bronze tom wanted to yowl in frustration as the water rocked along, the mini waves that had just been created lapped at his neck attempt to wash over his face like a mother's tongue. What idiot decides to play a prank on their deputy and see there end nearly immediately. Hawkfeather felt a growl climb fiercely up his throat but one glance at the cat that had rudely splashed into the water made him rethink his anger. The petite calico she-cat seemed to be in content with herself for catching his attention and well most other she-cats were as well. There was no secret of his handsomeness but what underlined those good looks the whole clan was oblivious too. He smirked at the thought of their loose trust in him and focused his green orbs on the she-cat that had decided to speak to him. The bronze tom flicks his ears at the thought she skewed at him. You interrupt my peaceful swim and then interrogate me on nonsense, what exactly is your motivate. His eyes trailed her as she roamed over the riverbed only to pause for whatever reason she had and ask him another question. Didn't she have a job to do such as hunting? He wanted to mock, but then he'd be force to remove himself from his tranquility of a pool and get to business as well.

"If you call it a good day, and I was swimming fine till a little tortoiseshell decides to splash in here with me. But I suppose I don't mind as she isn't unattractive, quite pretty like a small fire. Then again fire always seems lovely before it goes into a uproar." He amused with a small smirk as his eyes flew over her body, gracing down her wet back that flooded the colors of a pale orange and russet black into one before meeting the slender waist she had. Hawkfeather wasn't one to act on his impulses entirely yet he did understand beauty but he would never provoke it. He didn't have enough emotions to conceal beauty to him and allow it the comfort it deserved. His paws scooped the water forcing it backwards as he advanced forward towards the edge of the river. His hind legs tensed in anticipation as he forced himself to launch out of the water and onto the riverbank. This was only for a moment as he watched the clear liquid swirl begging him to come back, but if he and this young warrior were to be both off duty they should at least have a few fish to make up for it. Her stirring had caused the fish to migrate to the other end of the river near the edges trying to hide in the shadows but not so successfully.

One idiotic glimpse of silver decided to see if the noisy monsters had gone and within moments the fish was out of its safe home and onto the bank flopping for help. Normally this would retract the fish into hiding but consider four more swam out in interest it took everything not to have the bronze tom laugh. His paw sliced the water scooping out two more fish before he glanced back up at Duskfire. Obviously these fish were young, delicate and innocent also soon to be swallowed into a belly. Which faintly resembled Duskfire; she was young, delicate and innocent whether she wanted to believe such with her spunky attitude. He had caught toms much older than he casting longing glances at her that he didn't approve of. He would not have such nonsense be performed on her, the tricks that were played on many she-cats he would not be played on the she-cat before him. She was far more delicate and worthy of better things than such and he was one to make sure things that were along the lines of neglect weren't to happen to her. Now why would he be so protective of a cat he hardly took conversation with? The answer was simple merely because she was identical to his daughter, Nyx. His child that had fled from him realizing he was a monstrosity. He let out an unsatisfied sigh before he tucked the silver fish into tall reeds and returning to his position on the end of the bank. "You've become quite the eye for many you know, it’s fairly amusing." He spilled to her his voice soft almost as if he was talking to his child and in the bronze tom's head he was. Hawkfeather would never let her go truly especially with Duskfire being like a mirror to her, it almost made him bitter at the thought he hadn’t seen his kit for nearly 13 moons. Yet Hawkfeather knew that was the price to pay for what he had done, if only his clan knew all the things he had truly done.

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DUSKFIRE

Duskfire’s whiskers twitched in amusement as Hawkfeather rounded on her as though he was going to give her a piece of his mind - perhaps box her ears for her insolence, but when he saw who she was, he seemed to decide otherwise. They weren’t particularly close, but the clan deputy was one of the few cats in Riverclan that had Duskfire’s full respect. She tolerated him on a personal level, whereas many of her other comrades were only tolerated on a business level. Sure, they had to work together, to right together, but that didn’t mean they had to like one another. But Hawkfeather was different and although they certainly were not as close as she was to Oakspirit or either of her parents, he was one of the cats that was closest to her in the entire clan. It said a lot that Duskfire considered him so tolerable, because she was very picky when it came to her companions and she chose not to associate with many of her clanmates.

Her whiskers twitched in amusement when Hawkfeather told her that he thought her pretty. She knew there was nothing more than an amiable tolerance between the two of them, and there never would be more than friendship. She doubted the tom would take another mate anyway - she’d heard the stories from before. And besides, she wouldn’t have been his mate even if he had been looking. She didn’t need a mate to make her happy. She raised an eyebrow when he compared her to a fire which was her namesake. “I can’t help my temper.” She retorted, wrinkling her nose in a rare and surprising display of good humour.

The she-cat snorted when Hawkfeather informed her that he was not the only tom who thought she was attractive, and set her hazel gaze upon him. “Well they can stare all they please but I have no intention of taking a mate or settling down anytime soon.” It was the truth - the only tom that Duskfire truly loved was her brother, Oakspirit, and it was a brotherly non-romantic sort of love. Not that she knew what future lay ahead of her, but she knew what she didn’t want at that moment and that was to be bogged down with a litter full of kits, stuck in the nursery for moons. It sounded like a right miserable existence if you asked her.


OOC: Sorry this has taken so long!