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Inkpaw is a little crazy, a little weird, and a lot to handle some days. She spends most of her days hidden away at the Hidden Pond, tail covered in the ink from plants and eyes red rimmed from being awake so long. Days bled into weeks into months and yet she was practically always there. Scratching away in words only she understands. But ask her about it and you'll hear about stories, myths, legends for years. She's been writing them down for a while now, a few moons, ever since she found this special place while out wandering the lands. It was nice, secluded and calming to just sit in for hours on end. She'd been here a day now, lost in recording all she could after her last visit to the elders' den. They'd told her many stories, legends and myths, each she'd taken special care to remember like it was the last thing she'd ever hear. Hidden away, she was lost in thought, until someone stubbled upon her little hideaway.
Divepaw was sulking. How dare the other apprentices call him a suck-up? He'd just been trying to help their mentor teach them properly, but the other cats were insistent on making as much trouble as possible. It was like his peers didn't want to listen and learn. Divepaw preferred to teach, but he would still listen when he had to! He couldn't believe the others were so hard-headed. As he plodded around restlessly, he suddenly found himself tripping over his paws, and took a tumble down through an open gap...
...and came to rest in front of a pond? Huh? Divepaw stopped and sat up, rubbing his face with one paw. Strangely, Inkpaw was already in his hideaway. "Huh?"
Post by ashestoashes on Feb 4, 2021 21:35:11 GMT -5
Time kept moving on, even if Orchiddrop wanted it to or not. She took her time walking the paths and territories as she recognized some old spots but surprisingly found this new place. This was not an area the white she cat remembered coming to in her time when she was first with the clan. She scented the air and caught scent of two different cat scents but both still being Dayclan. Looking around she found the other two apprentices there already, and although she had seen them around before she did not know there names off the top of her head. "Oh hello?"
(alright so she's Inklore now, a warrior, but still just as odd. Did you guys wanna continue this? it was me looking for friends and a mate for her? Cleaverashestoashes)
Inklore was startled out of her thoughts, tail wet with blue flower ink poised over the ground and slowly dripping. She looked up at the cat who'd disturbed her quiet place, one she had thought was truly well hidden until now. She noticed the tom before her but didn't recall his name. Probably because of how little time she spent around other cats of the clan. Her eyes looked down to the stone that was propped up in front of her, half of it was covered in blue words, symbols to a story she was trying to record. Well, more of an idea than anything, but she thought about its possibility and thus had to write it down, as she did so many of her other abandoned story ideas.
Divedescent's brow furrowed as he looked around the pond. It was a quiet, secluded area, but not one he had ever been to before. How was there a corner of the territory he hadn't explored? He would have to talk to Goldenphantom about it. His mentor should have introduced him to this pond, but perhaps she was just too busy with her leadership duties, and it slipped her mind.
He straightened up and stepped toward the water. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" No one was ever here but her, so really it should be her asking that question. She could feel the ink leaving her tail tip and she spared it a glance. The she-cat knew she'd have to get more ink soon before this cat arrived, but now it was necessary as all she had left had now dripped to the ground next to her. The fluffy calico looked at him, her head tipped to the side in curiosity at how he'd found this secluded place. Not many knew where the Hidden Pond was, and even fewer, meaning just her, had found this little pocket before.
His ear twitched, but he was so used to answering questions as an apprentice, the answer rolled off his tongue automatically. "It was an accident. I slipped. But how did you know this place is here? I had no idea." He frowned. He didn't like the idea of another newly-promoted warrior knowing more secrets than him.
Inklore tipped her head the other way, curious about the tom now. "I found it moons ago." She'd found it while looking for things to make into different colored inks and stones to write upon. The calico had always loved the serenity of the Hidden Pond and so when her wandering paws had found this little alcove she'd been more than pleased. It'd become hers ever since and she spent many, many days in here at a time. Her time here had actually delayed her warrior ceremony some as she'd failed to attend training sessions as she should to caught up in recording all the stories and legends she could. Inklore was older than this tom before her, maybe by a few moons, but their were more than likely promoted together. Though, she couldn't remember who he was. "What's your name again?"
"Divesdescent," he replied, unoffended, as he assumed she had just forgotten his new name. "You're Inklore, right? I remember from the warrior ceremony." He sat down and studied her with a frown. She had found this place moons ago. Well, at least he knew about it now. "Have you seen many other cats here?"
"Divesdescent," he replied, unoffended, as he assumed she had just forgotten his new name. "You're Inklore, right? I remember from the warrior ceremony." He sat down and studied her with a frown. She had found this place moons ago. Well, at least he knew about it now. "Have you seen many other cats here?"
(psst does he know he's Deal spawn? who's his mom?)
Inklore nodded her head, then tipped it to the other side in wonder. She assessed him, curiously taking him in and cataloging what she found. A tom, warrior age, newly promoted, and not at all offended by her lack of knowledge of who he was, plus he seems interested in what she's doing (something she was sure wouldn't last long, it never did. And...maybe a hint of something else. It was a nagging thing, a twitch even, that she'd seen cats that had a resemblance to him, something about him linked him to many others. "I like you. You may stay." She spoke, not even hearing him as she was to busy studying him in her unusual way. "Do you like stories?" He could stay, she thought, he was interesting. A puzzle, a story she wanted to hear about and record.
(His mom is Foxstar, he was raised by Fox/Funk/Glow. He doesn't know who his father is, but since he doesn't look like Funk and does look like Deal, anyone could probably guess.)
"You may stay?" Divedescent echoed, his eyes narrowing. He didn't realize there was a chance she was going to try and drive him out of here. It was a secret place of the corner, but it was his secret now too. If he took a moment to think, he would understand why anyone might be hesitant about letting him in -- Divedescent wasn't known for keeping secrets, especially when the alternative was impressing his mentor -- but he was offended anyway. "I was going to stay anyway."
He paused, thrown by the sudden change in topic. "I suppose. Good ones."
Inklore nodded her head as though that was an acceptable answer regarding him saying. But she went on, speaking further about her stories and the stone slap before her. Flower ink decorated it, some in the words she'd taught herself to write and read and the rest in pictures, helping to tell the story. "Good. I adore them. Collect them even. Do you know many?" Maybe he had some that she hadn't heard, she hoped so. The she-cat hadn't heard any new ones as of late and thus didn't have anything new to record.
He watched her with a little frown as she talked about her stories - feeling a bit out of his element, but reluctant to admit it. His parents had passed on a few stories, other warriors and apprentices as well, but they were all short verbal tales that he hadn't take the time to memorize. He thought that he would make his own legends in time to pass on to any family he ended up having.
"I know plenty," he assured her anyway, sitting up a little straighter. "I know the best ones."
Inklore nodded once again, her eyes more focused on him now, but only for a moment. She stepped around eth stone before her, eyes darting from one slab to another, searching for something only she knew to look for. Finally, she settled on one, a nice round flat one that most would use to lay on and sunbathe but was now going to have a different purpose, one more fitting in her eyes. Fluffy calico fur was in disarray, a normal look for her, a few patches of color from the flower paints she always worked with. She stepped away, back to the tom, long enough to grab the paint and drag it back. One paw then another, and now she was standing on the round slab of stone, paint container next to her and tail already dripping with its pretty morning glory blue paint. "Yell me them." Her eyes were focused, determined to take it all in, to wrote out each and every word, to record the stories just as she had so many before her. Starting with his name at the top, so she knew who they came from, she began.
He frowned as she turned and walked away from him. Had he said something wrong? Was she still angry about him finding this place? His chest puffed up and he was ready to argue with her, but then she headed back his way to.... grab some paint? Slowly, he started to understand what was happening here.
Oh no.
Okay, he could do this. Stories. What stories did he know? Only one came to mind.
"This," he told her, "is the story of the apprentice who woke the dead. The apprentice who was eaten by a monster. How's that for a captivating story?"
“Interesting. Will you tell me the rest?” Her ears flickered in his direction, curious as to this take she’d never heard before, but she would not move her eyes determined to begin writing the moment he spoke the story into existence. Inklore did not care if they were true or false or completely made up, a story was a story and she knew she’d enjoy it either way. When he took to long to speak again, she glanced his way with narrowed eyes hoping he got her message to being.
