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"Only moments after Rowanstrike (Pao) and Rainpuddle (hals) were announced as a couple they were forcibly herded into a small cozy den before being sealed inside with some large rocks. They were each told that they would be confined in the den for twenty-four hours together before their wedding would take place the following night. Within the cozy den were an assortment of flowers and herbs strung about the den. The scent was strong, thick with the aroma of lavender and vanilla. Both scents meant to be soothing agents to force a calm relaxing vibe. Off to the left side were an assortment of foliage, freshly cut flowers and other decorations meant for the couple to decorate one another with for their upcoming wedding. The more extravagant and detailed the couple would accessorize themselves with, the more it symbolized a happy marriage. They could not dress themselves up, only each other.
This is the time for the couple to exchange pleasantries, get to know one another, and plan their futures together."
(if you would like a wedding thread later on, please message me or one of the staff, thank you.)
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 8, 2020 14:37:52 GMT -5
Rainpuddle stared in dismay as the large rock rolled in front of the entrance, sealing them in and cutting them off from the rest of the clan. This was horrible. Now she was stuck in here with a complete stranger and it terrified her. Slowly the white she-cat turned and look towards Roawnstrike with a wary gaze. Her pelt began to bristle with the tension that she was feeling and she did not know what her next move would be. Rainpuddle tentatively cleared her throat, moving as far away from the tom as she could. She sat down and curled her tail around her paws almost as like she was curling in on herself.
“What happens now?” She finally asked after a minute of silence between the two of them. Briefly she wondered how her siblings were handling everything. She heard them being announced in the arrangement for marriages as well. Who knows? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, but Rainpuddle was not taking any chances. She knows she is looked down upon in the clan for her short fur and half-clan status. Who is to say this tom does not feel the same as others. The warrior took a breath to calm down her thoughts for the moment and her blue eyes met Rowanstrike’s gaze as she waited for his response.
(aright so he's 100% outsider, born in a rogue clan. Doesn't trust easily and is super guarded in general. Has a brother named Birchtalon who he values above all else and would actually die for, has basically adopted Chestnutspeak as their little sister and cares deeply for her. Overall he's a guard, stotic, mess that may not react absolutely wont lol to this situation and wanna deny or divorce as soon as possible just to not be forced out of his comfort level. So ideas for how their relationship would go down?!? ) hals
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
455 posts
Post by hals on Sept 24, 2020 22:30:08 GMT -5
(well, they are very similar in personalities! Rainpuddle used to be a very outgoing and fun she-cat, but since coming to Winterclan with her father she has become quiet and withdrawn, almost becoming invisible within the clan. She would not be comfortable with the arrangement as she would def not like the attention. I am honestly open for anything if you had something specific in mind!)
(ohhh what if they settle and agree to being friends and putting up with this until the other finds love. Maybe even make sit their person mission to find together a lover just to get out of the marriage sooner? Eventually having spent time together they become bffs and actually care for each other? hals)
"Who knows. Ain't got a clue how this works, still pretty new to clan life so..." He trailed off, but had exposed himself enough to show he wasn't clan born, and had no idea what was going on any more than she clearly did. Other than that though, Rowanstrike remained neutral, unmoving, unblinking, but assessing the situation as he had all problems before this. WinterClan has only recently his home, he'd grown up on the streets to say the least and knew danger when he spotted it. So her warning signs, of curling up on herself, spoke thats she was nervous and frightened and so he decided to respond. Something that was a little uncharacteristic of himself considering Rowanstroike was known for being the tall, quiet, brooding type. The exact opposite to his little brother Birchtalon who was charismatic, loud, cheerful, and a joy to speak with. "You're a clan cat, should you know what this nonsense is all about?" His words seemed harsh, add that in with his large appearance and sharp eyes and anyone would take that the wrong way. But really, he was hoping at least one of them could figure this out and the more information she gave the quicker he could figure out a way out of this for himself. He was not about to be trapped and forced into anything, not again. That time in his life was over.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Oct 1, 2020 5:20:22 GMT -5
Rainpuddle's ice blue gaze scanned Rowanstrike up and down, taking in his rigid and isolated demeanor. Since becoming apart of Winterclan, the she-cat did not make a habit of intermingling with her new clanmates. There ice-cold demeanor put her off and she tended to avoid those who were not apart of her family. Rainpuddle never got a welcoming feeling and she perfected her stoic mask, which explained why she never really got to know the tom before her. "I was born and raised in Summerclan. I followed my father here as it is his home clan. He never spoke of their customs or traditions, so no. I do not know what the nonsense is about, but I can assume it is apart of all the arranged marriage talk that has been circling camp." Her tone was sharp with distaste at his tone and choice of words. His large appearance and dark disposition unnerved her and she was not about to become up close and friendly with him.
"I am well aware of where you come from and why, I merely believed that as a raised clan cat you may have a better understanding of the on goings of this clan then I have. Clearly, we are both at a loss." While he did not intermingle with his clanmates much, he took information and kept tabs on them all. Information was key in staying alive, at least that how'd stayed alive so far in life and planned to keep that habit thank you very much. He quiet liked living thank you very much. Rowanstrike glanced once more at the offerings before them. "I grasped that much/" HIs tone was clipped, short and to the point. Slightly frustrated with the lack of information the tom moved towards the items, sniffing each in question and pushing some of them around. "Well, I supposed we must do something with them. Wintrystar and Alv-excuse me Howlingnight appeared to be dressed in items similar to these so I suggest we attempt the same least they find fault with us come morning."
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Oct 3, 2020 18:59:56 GMT -5
“My father did not tell my siblings and I much about Winterclan or their traditions. I am just as in the dark as you.” She replied, her voice hard and clipped. Rainpuddle was not adjusting well to the move and that much was obvious. She felt so out of place and out of sync with her new clan that she did not hold any animosity towards them for the slurs and hateful words flung her way. She knew she did not belong, but she would dang sure fake it. Her ice blue eyes moved toward the items that Rowanstrike had pointed out and her noise wrinkled in distaste. They were suppose to dress up with these? Honestly, Rainpuddle did not see the point of the whole fanfare, but she did lean in to agree with Rowanstrike. They would most certainly not be happy if they refused to participate in the least. “Well, what items do we actually use?” She posed the question as he leaned forward to get a better look of the pile.
"No idea." There were flowers, shells, paints, and other plants laying around. Rowanstriked pulled one forget-me-not flower to himself, glanced at the she-cat across from him, and spoke once more. This time he was words came out more clm, not so clipped and frustrated. A plan was forming in his mind. "Did they not say that we were to dress each other? It appears I am to select your...items, and you are to do the same for my own, or am I incorrect in my words?" The large tom glanced her way once more, his yellow-hazel eyes taking in her current appearance and then searching the items around him. He might as well select pieces that would compliment her blue eyes and grey and white fur. No need to make it extravagant, but simple would do. Part of the multicolored brown and white tom, wondered what items she would select for himself. Curious for only a moment, he began to pull items towards him. First the shells, then for forget-me-not flowers, and finally the light blue paint.
(wan them to dress each other and then talk about what they're gonna do after the wedding or while dressing each other? maybe then we can time skip to after the wedding or do a brief wedding thread in a new thread if you'd like)
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Oct 21, 2020 22:51:37 GMT -5
Rainpuddle shook her head in exasperation, huffing before her gaze raked over the items that were gathered in a pile. “No, you are correct. I believe those were the instructions.” Her eyes made their way back to the tom across from her. His white fur on his chest and brown tabby coat could pair nightly with some of the earth stones. Carefully, Rainpuddle batted some of the into a pile next to her paws and continued picking out orange, brown, and tan flowers and leaves. With care precision, the she-cat started weaving the leaves and flowers together to create an ornamental flower crown. It would compliment his yellow eyes nicely. Rainpuddle also reached over and gathered the light brown and orange paint.
(I am down with whatever! If you had any ideas or anything you wanna do, I am all for it!)
