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Post by achromatic on Apr 16, 2020 7:49:26 GMT -5
Spring was a strange feeling on Rhiannon's skin; she was winter's child, after all. Born in the land of snow and ice, she felt almost strange, that this season felt anything other than wet, dark, and cloudy. The scent of petrichor and musk made her whiskers twitch as she moved along the last faint tinge of light, the sun dipping underneath to give light to the goddess she was supposed to believe in. It still took her time, to adjust to being completely in the dark, but then again, her clanmates were asleep. There was no one else to observe her daytime rituals, walking by the borders as the skies turned pink and bruised, like the skin of old peaches that were tossed to the dirt.
Still, being tied to one place was never something Rhiannon could get used to, and even now, she felt a yearning in her bones to leave, to go wherever she wanted with no rules to bind her. She stood at the border, glancing to the other side, wondering just how bad it would be, to take a step into the unknown. Of course, she might be killed for it, and she'd certainly get Hywel and her in trouble–and so soon after joining!–but again, Rhiannon was never one to back down from a challenge.
Lioningsnarl cursed as he scrambled up to perch on the low branch, shrinking back against the trunk with his claws dug deep into the bark. He could hear the snap of the hawk's wings as it flashed past him and arced into the sky, and he held his breath, waiting. A trained fighter was difficult prey, and the hawk wouldn't waste its time coming after him again . . . hopefully. He craned his neck to peer through the thin canopy up at it, but the bird had retreated high above and was wheeling out of sight. Some predator expert I am, he thought gloomily. Treed by his own bird; at least nobody else saw his mistake.
He stood on the branch and flexed his stiff paws, glancing up against the pink sky and squinting against the light. Huh. There was someone walking close by on the border, a little too close for comfort; his clanmates' softness about borders just made him thrice as defensive of them. He vaulted down from the tree and marched her way, his tail whipping to and fro. "Hey!" Lioningsnarl yowled to Rhiannon, "what are you doing over there?"
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Post by achromatic on Apr 18, 2020 17:59:40 GMT -5
If Rhiannon had expected anything, it certainly wasn't a voice from above. A frown appeared on her face, as she glanced up, her grey eyes blinking into the faint sun glow of the golden hour, searching for the source of the voice. "You know, I don't know if I believe in a god but if I did, I feel like he'd be asking me what I'm doing over here," she pointed out, glancing above, squinting. She couldn't recognize the sound, which meant that there was a huge possibility that she didn't even know this cat. Then again, she didn't know many of her clanmates, having just joined less than a fortnight ago. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.
"Not to be rude, but mind introducing yourself instead of shouting from the tree tops?" she called out again.
The tom made his descent with ease and strolled toward her, the tall grass brushing against his sides and making him crane his neck in a rather undignified manner to see over the tops. He escaped the thicker bunch of grass and shook out his thick golden tabby pelt, then bounded the last few lengths to the border. "Lioningsnarl, of DayClan," he responded, bowing his head without taking his eyes off her, "now what are you doing here? I thought you MoonClan cats all worshipped the great Moon God... Goddess... whatever." He thought they were crazy to worship some deity, but most of the forest clan cats had dirt for brains.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 20, 2020 12:58:49 GMT -5
She hummed at that, standing still as he continued his observation of her. That, she was used to, at least. Being scrutinized was now a practiced art, having moved from different territories multiple times. It was easy enough; all one really had to do was stand still, look pretty enough to let their guard down, right? Slow your breathing–you don't want to seem like you're hiding something, Hywel had taught. Look straight ahead–you don't want to seem afraid, but you don't want to challenge someone when you're not in your home territory. Talk smoothly, because charm was part of it too; you want them to welcome you in, easier that than to fight them where they had an advantage.
A small smile crept onto her face. "Let's just say I'm...new to all of this," she spoke softly, her voice held the slight musical lilt of the accent from the lochs, "MoonClan's...religion is similar enough to mine back home that I have no problems accepting it; after all, gods and goddesses may have different names but they still follow the same set of rules, no? They represent all that is good and just, they give commands, and if you obey them, sometimes there are rewards."
She dipped her head slightly. "The name's Rhiannon," she spoke once more, "I was simply enjoying the last bit of warmth in the day; I suppose most of my clanmates don't really indulge in that, but I guess I'm not fully used to the pure nocturnal life just yet. You're from DayClan...what's that like?"
