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Rosepaw was once again too far from home, in another attempt to escape the stifling nature of her new clan. This time the warrior-aged apprentice had wandered to the edge of Dayclan's border, drifting aimlessly in the uncharacteristically warm leaf-fall day. It wasn't the smartest choice, since she was an incompetent fighter and any conflict would certainly put only her in danger. She'd been getting riskier lately, pushing the limits and rules of Summerclan in an attempt to be noticed.
And still no one did.
So the petite, fluffy cream and gray Garden Keeper in training wandered off frequently, enjoying the solitude. When she didn't feel overlooked, Rosepaw was a very social cat, but it was becoming harder to chat idly with the cats who valued her sister so much more than she valued her. Out here, she wasn't living in Orchidpaw's shadow.
Impulsively, the amber-eyed she-cat moved closer to the border, but started slightly when she realized there was a warrior there, watching her.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 25, 2020 20:27:58 GMT -5
It was easy for Smolderingcomet to be paranoid. Ever since he and his siblings managed to make it back from Pravus Nocte, he had been keeping a lookout. Just waiting for the moment when they would try and strike again, drag them back again. Or really, his siblings back. He looked too much like his birth mother, Poppymask, to be considered anything to Pravus. A blessing and a curse.
His ways of standing out usually ended up in him making a fool of himself. And he hated that more than anything else. So he fluctuated between barely being noticeable or being the laughing stock. It made him huff in annoyance, only taking a small relief in not seeing his breath this evening.
While Dayclan still had its borders open, he eyed the cat staring at them harshly. She didn't look like a Pravus cat, but for all he knew, she was conned into this as others had been. And then their gazes met, and it was clear he couldn't hide himself. Slowly, Smolderingcomet rose to his paws, watching for her next movements.
"Hello," Rosepaw called hesitantly, noticing the anger and caution in the tom's eyes. She wasn't really sure where she was, or if this tom was friendly, so she kept her distance. The pretty apprentice had no idea how to fight, despite being warrior-aged. All she was good for was garden-tending, apparently. "I'm Rosepaw. From Summerclan."
If she had been a more timid cat she would have turned tail. But despite her lack of combat abilities, she had always been slightly daring and outgoing, wanting to know more about the cats she met. That was what kept her there, meeting his gaze with a bright, friendly smile.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 16:39:20 GMT -5
Rosepaw? What a cute name. It made his gaze soften a bit. Well, the Pravus Nocte cats didn't introduce themselves like that, smiling at him. They were usually more sneaky, trying to avoid his gaze or his words. Plus, she didn't look like a bengal, even in the moonlight. He didn't realize he was holding a breath until he let it out in relief.
Smolderingcomet blinked, before letting himself leave the camouflage of the brush and approach the border. At first, his steps were cautionary, but when she didn't move he became more confident. He was always a little too brash and confident for his own good, but it led him to her. "Hi. I'm Smolderingcomet from Dayclan. That's, uh. Where you are right now."
"Smolderingcomet. Nice name," she responded brightly, sitting down primly and draping her tail over her feet. "Dayclan, huh? I must have wandered far. Old habits die hard I guess." Rosepaw spoke as frankly as if this tom was an old friend- her only real strength was her charisma and sociability, so she cultivated those rather purposefully.
"I don't mean to cause any alarm," she continued brightly, warm amber eyes locked on this smaller tom as he approached. "I used to be a loner, and I often get too close to borders out of naivety. If it's troublesome for you, I can leave now." She didn't really want to leave- she'd have preferred to stay here and talk to this handsome stranger.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 21:49:33 GMT -5
And just like that, she settled down. It calmed his nerves when she was just as calm. Like she really wasn't affiliated with Pravus Nocte. Smolderingcomet was still glancing to the sides every now and again, but he was less visibly nervous. "No, you're fine. I'm surprised you haven't heard that Dayclan has open borders. Is it the naivety, gorgeous?" Flirting came to him easily, though he also tended to move fast or push too hard for most cats. No matter how many times he was told to tone it down, he rarely did. Smolderingcomet laid down in the grass, white tail tip flicking one of the longer blades.
Rosepaw was taken by surprise when the flirting started, but it was a pleasant surprise. Rosepaw enjoyed the wit and fun of flirting, even if nothing ever came from it. She smiled in response, raising her brows. "Has to be. I'm woefully ignorant of what goes on in the other clan, since I barely understand Summerclan. And we don't have open borders."
It was an interesting subject, reminiscent of her time as a loner. She just assumed every clan was more secretive. "Why are the borders open?" She asked, eyes alight with curiosity. "You have a warrior name, so you must be well-educated in your clan's foreign policy."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 17, 2020 17:59:57 GMT -5
Smolderingcomet's ears pinned back at the startled look in her eyes. He was too used to saying the wrong thing. But then she smiled? And responded? He quickly relaxed again, secretly excited to have some fun again. It didn't go well a lot of the times, and Smolderingcomet didn't expect anything from it. But that was fine. He laughed lightly, enjoying the conversation.
"Hehheh. Well, our last leader Glowstar called Dayclan Starclan on earth. She prided herself on how beautiful our land is and she wanted everyone to experience it. She was leader for so long that when the question came up to close the borders came up, it was unanimously rejected. We're welcoming and don't have a lot to hide." Smolderingcomet wouldn't consider himself an expert, but being born and raised here helped. "No one else really does, not even Spring or Summer. It doesn't look like you've been a member for that long, am I right?"
"That title's a little conceited," Rosepaw chuckled good-naturedly. "I suppose it makes sense though. Summerclan is also beautiful- and you're right, I'm pretty new. I joined with my sister a moon or two ago." She didn't elaborate, since that would mean detailing the deaths of her parents.
"Hey, since the borders are open, you should show me around!" She suggested coyly, her feathery gray tail sweeping back and forth as she brought up the idea. It would be a fun diversion, and she could get to know this entertaining tom a little better. It was easier, talking to a stranger, since he wouldn't be comparing her to her more renowned sister.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 23, 2020 0:36:06 GMT -5
Smolderingcomet laughed. Maybe it was a bit conceited, but it was true. He hadn't traveled too far, but nothing else has compared to Dayclan yet. He just nodded along with Rosepaw's story, figuring her parents were there. Lucky for her. The idea of one of his own dying hadn't hit him yet, wasn't really a reality he envisioned for others. That would change soon.
At first, he looked around. Smoldering was supposed to be here for look out duty, not out flirting with another cat. But she was fascinating, and cute too. And he was always bad at staying on task. "Sure. I'll get to prove we really are the best looking clan out--" He started, suddenly pausing to lick a few stray hairs down on his chest. "... ... out there!" He finished just as suddenly, standing up. "What kinda sights do you wanna see? Whatever it is, we have it!"
