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Briarstar had always loved the abundant water within their lush territory.
The Rushing Waters, the river flowing through their territory that was borne of both Moorclan and their home waterfall, was especially alluring. However, not all of it was in such a hurry as the name might imply. Certain areas of the river, certain pockets and corners, were perfectly suitable for fun and relaxation. Some were shallow enough to stand, others deep enough to swim, but all shallower than the great river itself. It was these pockets of calmness that drew Briarstar in like a mother to a flame.
Leaf-fall was approaching, temperatures cooling steadily in a welcome respite, however that day was particularly warm despite the cooling. Certainly a good excuse. It wasn’t like she was abandoning her duty, not at all. All she intended to do that morning had been done, along with a bit extra for good measure, and Briarstar knew well her deputy and warriors could keep the camp in order in her brief absence. They were one, a healthy unit that supported each other well. She had nothing to fear.
A soft smile touching her face, the lithe tortoiseshell cast her gaze briefly over her shoulder toward camp, before following the river with a calm stride and a pleasant mood.
Oh how she loved her home.
Soon enough Briarstar reached her destination, a pool deep enough to swim in and calm enough to drift and relax. She preferred to frequent this pool above the others not only because it was the most pleasant for her, especially considering the mutation she’d acquired at birth, but also for practicality’s sake. There were few fish in this pool that strayed anywhere near the surface, and nothing dangerous. She wasn’t taking any risks of losing good prey her warriors could be catching, or of getting herself hurt. That, and if she frequented a certain pool, her warriors would know where to find her if she was needed.
Not that she doubted their tracking skills.
Casting a warm smile toward her flaming Brilliant as it drifts calmly into view, Briarstar watches it contentedly for a moment, before slipping into the water as though she was born there. Her Brilliant, as usual, opted to remain out of the water, waiting and likely watching with assumed patience from the sidelines as the leader employs the webbing on her paws to swim easily into the pool, pleased when her paws could no longer reach the ground.
Catching sight of the Brilliant once again, Briarstar finds herself in a playful mood, and without warning she disappears under the water, oxygen absorbed through her gills with ease. Eyes popping open, she twists upside down and peers curiously above, spotting the flame hued rippling form above. Locked onto her target, the molly twists again and pushes off the ground in one powerful shove and rockets toward the surface. Much to her amusement, the spirit skitters away from the sudden splash of water, leaving a chuckling Briarstar in her wake. The ancestral spirit, her guide since kithood, has always been viewed as another clanmate in her eyes. It had only ever spoken to her once in her lifetime, and it had no other way of communication, yet still she felt they understood one another.
However, as she flicks water from her ears and paddles languidly across the pool, Briarstar has a feeling it won’t be long before more communicative company joins her.
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Whitesparrow padded through the abundant underbrush, his paws moving deftly as he traversed the dense, radiant forest of which his clan called home. His pale pelt stood out sharply against the green shrubbery, a stark white silhouette against a soft green backdrop. The tomcat's coloration gave him a bit of a disadvantage when it came to hunting and other stealthy endeavors, as his creamy pelt would be visible to anyone within his radius, but he hadn't left the stony walls of the GorgeClan camp to do anything of that sort. His intentions were something of another nature.
The morning sun peeked through the tiny spaces between the tree leaves, dousing the forest in shimmering rays of light. It was a beautiful sight indeed, with the various shades of the forest floor illuminated by the slender beams of light from the sun's bright reign. By the appearance of the area alone, one would never know that leaf-fall would soon be upon the woodland and its inhabitants, turning all the green into varied hues of red, orange, and yellow. Yet, even when the effects of leaf-fall did take their toll, the forest would still be just as beautiful as it had been before. It would be like stepping into a whole new world, one of embers and sunshine rather than the cool serendipity of the green forest.
It was this that Whitesparrow adored about the forest; its ability to go through change and change again and still come out just as beautiful as it had been before. It was in a constant state of greatness and splendor, unfazed by whatever the world threw at it. 'Wish I could say the same for myself,' the tom thought. It seemed like whatever he did, whatever he went through, he still was never enough. Perhaps he was simply doomed to fail. He glanced to his side as his glowing blue Brilliant reappeared beside him, a calming presence in a swarm of his troubled thoughts. He had come to the forest as a way to escape from his vexation, if even just for a moment, but his troubles seemed to follow him. He sighed. It seemed like not even the forest could help him.
Whitesparrow was hardly paying attention to where he was going anymore, just allowing his paws to carry him in whatever direction they pleased. He was too wrapped up in his own self-deprecating thoughts to care. It wasn't long until his ears were filled with the sound of a rapidly flowing river. It was the Rushing Waters, a large river formed by the waterfall in the GorgeClan camp. He couldn't go any further forwards, as the river was fairly wide and continued of a-ways in both directions. wanting to continue his walk, the tom turned and began walking down the length of the river.
After a bit of walking, a splashing sound caught the pale feline's attention. Hesitantly, he sniffed the air, trying to decipher whether or not he was in danger. The scents of the forest and river masked the scent, making it hard to separate, but Whitesparrow caught the faint scent of another GorgeClanner. Relaxing his body and putting on a more confident, self-assured mask, White continued in the direction of the scent.
Whitesparrow caught a glimpse of a tabby-calico pelt calmly paddling in a pocket of calmer riverwater. It didn't take the warrior long at all to recognize the she-cat as Briarstar, leader of GorgeClan. "Having fun?" he mewed with a smile, before quickly dipping his head. Though his voice was calm and friendly, his mind was racing. Would she mind that he was interrupting her personal time? Would she wonder what he was doing out of the camp? Shaking the thoughts from his head, he sat down by the water's edge and curled his brown tail over his paws.
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Tigertalon, had made her way out of the Gorgeclan camp, of course, she'd done her chores. She already had fed the elders, and had hunted well from the morning, until then. Her muscules where aching, yet, she didn't paid attention to it. For her, there was nothing to worry about her muscules, a little walk would be enough.
Tigertalon was walking, looking at her paws. When she heard the sound of rushing water, she lifted her head, and her tufted and ragged ears twitched. She hadn'r realized she had gone far from the Gorgeclan camp, she was close to the Rushing Water. The tabby she-cat noticed a tortoiseshell pelt, and she recognized Briarstar's pelt. ANd then, she recognized WHitesparrow's pelt too
I didn't knew Briarstar liked this spot. I should walk with her, just in case. And maybe joining Whitesparrow can't be bad.
Not that Tigertalon doubted her leader's fighting skills, no. She padded and appeared from some bush. She bowed her head at Briarstar, in signal of respect.
"Briarstar, Whitesparrow,"she meowed in her usual coldly-formal greeting."It's good to see you here. May I join you?", she said. Gorgeclan cats knew that Tigertalon only showed respect towards Briarstar, her deputy and the Medicine cat or warriors she though as great fighters and worth of respecting.
While the water masked the scent of her impending company, Briarstar did notice her Brilliant drifting after drawing her attention, letting her know she was not alone.
Without a fear for who might approach, the molly swam gracefully toward the bank, just in time to spot the snowy pelt of her companion. Whitesparrow. A smile touched the molly’s face and she met his icy blue gaze with her own pools of green as the turquoise ball of light retreated toward her in what Briarstar could only presume was relief. The orb was much more cautious than herself, it seemed, but it knew well enough to recognise her clanmates as she did.
“Having fun?” Whitesparrow’s tone was calm, she noted, as he sat himself on the bank. However, the way he dipped his head and the slight worry she swore she’d seen flicker across his face...
An extra warmth lit Briarstar’s expression to make up for any doubt he might feel, ears pricked as she stood up in the shallows, not quite ready to leave the water just yet. “Certainly, it’s always lovely to get out of camp and take a nice dip now and again” she purred sweetly, hopping she was reassuring her warrior. “You’re most welcome to join me, Whitesparrow. The stars know I could use some company.”
It would seem Briarstar wasn’t alone in this need, for her Brilliant could be seen floating toward Whitesparrow’s. Part of Briarstar wondered curiously if they could speak to one another. What would they be saying? Perhaps they were having a good old laugh about them, a little gossip session they knew the warriors would’t hear. The thought brought an amused smirk to the tortoisehsell’s maw before she cast it aside in favour of glancing toward the rustle of a nearby bush.
Tigertalon. She wasn’t quite as friendly and loving as other Gorgeclanners, but she was still a good warrior, and Briarstar cared for her all the same, just as she did all her clanmates. The respectful bow of the head still made Briarstar feel a little alienated, but she accepted it graciously and smiled fondly toward the molly, giving her a nod of greeting in return.
“Briarstar, Whitesparrow.” Briarstar noticed Whitesparrow did not recive a respectful greeting as such, and found herself quietly wondering if he had yet to prove himself to Tigertalon. It was a shame such was a requirement of respect from the molly, but she supposed there wasn’t really much to be done about it. Perhaps in time she’d learn that all her clanmates are worthy, but until then, it was down to her and her alone. “It’s good to see you here, may I join you?”
“Of course you may, Tigertalon” Briarstar said, a warm smile cast easily in her direction despite the colder tone of the warrior. The best that could be done, was for Briarstar to lead by example, and she would do just that.
Upon glimpsing the geniality in the multicolored female's expression as he met her gaze, Whitesparrow felt more at ease, even if it was only a bit. He couldn't help feeling anxious- after all, he was in the presence of one of, if not the, most powerful cat in his clan. But it didn't seem like he was bothering his leader at all and she seemed rather welcoming, which aided him in relaxing and quieting his thoughts.
"Certainly, it’s always lovely to get out of camp and take a nice dip now and again,” the she-cat purred “You’re most welcome to join me, Whitesparrow. The stars know I could use some company.” At this point, Whitesparrow was much calmer, his worries lost. "I'd think so. We could all use a break every now and then," he chimed. "Ah, thank you. I'd be glad to stay for a while." Though he had left the camp to remove himself from the everyday clan life and struggles, he surely wouldn't mind relaxing with another cat for a bit. Perhaps it was something he needed. He looked sideways as Briarstar's flame-colored Brilliant swooped in close to 'greet' his own, a ghost of a smile forming on his features. He doubted he'd ever know what they were saying, if the were communicating at all, but that wasn't all that important. At least some companionship was found, even between two guiding orbs.
The warrior sat quietly for some time, allowing the soothing sounds of the flowing river to drown out everything else as he watched the rhythmic rippling of this calmer portion of water. Even without experiencing the sensation of swimming in this area as his leader was, it was still a relaxing and beautiful place to be and Whitesparrow could enjoy it just the same. Shifting to a more comfortable position, the pale feline laid restfully on the riverbank, cooling his furry body on the cool, damp sand.
A rusting sound in the bushes caused Whitesparrow's ears to perk, the tomcat's icy gaze turning to the source of the noise. From the shrub, appeared another GorgeClan warrior, Tigertalon. White hadn't really interacted with the tabby she-cat out of necessity, and found her rather intimidating. Nonetheless, he flicked his tail in acknowledgement and greeting to his fellow clanmate.
"Briarstar, Whitesparrow," she greeted in a cold but effective manner. "It's good to see you here. May I join you?" Whitesparrow left that decision up to Briarstar, though he cast Tigertalon a small smile. Though he did not receive as respectful of a greeting as Briarstar did, marked with a dip of the head, he did not blame the warrior. He didn't see himself as worthy of esteem as his leader, and would hardly mind if other cats didn't either.
Whitesparrow turned back as his leader spoke. “Of course you may, Tigertalon.” Then it was settled. Another would be joining them. Not that he minded, it was just that he hadn't expected anyone else to be coming this way and wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the cold warrior. But she was his clanmate, and Briarstar didn't mind. At least he could start some friendly small-talk. He turned towards Tigertalon. "Hello, Tigertalon! How has your morning been so far?"
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Tigertalon, nodded curtly over the Whitesparrow and Briarstar. She sat not so far away, her icy glare locked over the water. Tigertalon's coldness was thing of murmurs, Moorclan and Gorgeclan cats, mostly thought that Tigertalon's reason of being cold was because being evil-hearted. Yet, Gorgeclanners stopped murmuring about this, as they soon saw igertalon's grief for her dead kin. Now she was treated with respect.
And Nightstorm started those things..., she thought, grief pierced her heart , but he was right when he said it was my fault that Sharpclaw and Treekit and Icekit died.
She was drowning into dark memories, when Whitesparrow's kinda cheerful meow almost startled her. Her emotionless glare pierced Whitesparrow, as she flicked her ragged and tufted ears.
"It was a bit busy,"she meowed.But the elders are well fed, and the fresh-kill pile is stocked. I renewed some bedding, and renewed the scent markers in all the borders. I might hunt, and patrol later." Tigertalon surely was pushing herself around, but no cat would dare to say she was being lazy lately. Everyone knew how much Tigertalon was doing to be trusted as her father, Nightstorm. Yet, they didn't know how much Tigertalon had resentment had towards him, and at the same time, the fact she couldn't be forgiven by him. Briarstar had done much for her, and Tigertalon owed her, and Whitesparrow mostly didn't said anything bad, so, she didn't care. She flicked her bushy and dark stripped tail, before locking her gaze into the water. Tigertalon's amber gaze was creepy; she gazed to the nowhere, as if she was seeing horrors. Gorgeclanners knew very well that Tigertalon didn't said anything of what she felt, and never demonstrated it. This was another topic for Gorgeclan to discuss, was it really Tigertalon that evil? She sighed, and gave herself a imaginary cuff to herself. She was being too dramatic.
”I'd think so. We could all use a break every now and then," Whitesparrow seemed to be relaxing slightly as he settled into a more comfortable position on the sand, and Briarstar smiled as she lay herself down in the shallows, enjoying the feel of the water lapping lazily at her sides and dragging at her tail "Ah, thank you. I'd be glad to stay for a while.”
“Yes, a good break can do wonders. A refreshed warrior does much better for their clan than a tired warrior.”
It was true indeed, though Briarstar had to admit to herself that quite often, it was her that needed reminding of this fact. Even without words, Briarstar was certain she could tell when her Brilliant was reminding her to rest. After spending her whole life with the floating orb of light, she could understand its silent, bodiless form of communication. Assuming it felt concern and care for her, she most certainly appreciated that. After all, it was a guide, a constant companion, and one of her many anscestors.
As Briarstar’s attention drifted toward Tigertalon, she noticed with concern the haunted look on her face. She always did get too deep into her thoughts, and Briarstar knew well enough she still grieved. She bottled it up and grieved alone, she wouldn’t let anyone in. She was respected, but she was alone, and it saddened Briarstar. She wanted nothing more than to help her, but she couldn’t do so unless Tigertalon opened up and let her in.
Whitesparrow’s words startled the tabby warrior back to reality. “Hello, Tigertalon! How has your morning been so far?”
Curious for the answer also, Briarstar drew her smile back to her face, warm and comforting in every way, before turning her full, undivided attention to her subject. Listening. It was the least she could do.
“It was a bit busy,” unsurprising, considering the molly before her. “But the elders are well fed, and the fresh-kill pile is stocked. I renewed some bedding, and renewed the scent markers in all the borders. I might hunt, and patrol later.”
Eyes widening in surprise, for she hadn’t expected such a list, Briarstar aimed to meet Tigertalon’s gaze with concern. However, the haunted pools of amber had turned their attentions coolly back to the water, and there was nothing for Briarstar to meet. Still, making her bet that Tigertalon would look up when addressed, Briarstar did her best to result in meeting the molly’s gaze when she looked up once more.
“All in one morning?” the molly started incredulously, voice more so surprised and concerned than anything else as she lifted her head a little higher from her position. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself so much, Tigertalon. That is a lot to do in such little time, you ought to rest a while. Exhausting yourself will do neither you or the clan any good.” Briarstar could only hope the tabby warrior would listen to her council. She would not force her, even if she knew she could.
Frowning slightly in thought, driving herself to mild anxiety in what she was certain was mere overthinking without any true base, Briarstar turned her gaze to Whitesparrow now. “You aren’t working yourself this much too, are you?”
What if all her warriors were doing this? Was she not paying enough attention? Sure, Tigertalon’s list of activities - inclusive of a patrol or hunt in the evening - was perfectly acceptable for a day’s course, in the space of one short morning it certainly was excessive. Tigertalon seemed fine, but perhaps that was partially the source of some of her troubles. Was she overworking herself as a distraction, keeping herself busy to keep wandering thoughts at bay? Briarstar couldn’t deny she would do the same.
‘Perhaps I should assign her an apprentice instead, that’s a much healthier distraction...I really should be paying more attention, shouldn’t I?’
Whitesparrow took note of the tabby warrior's near-startled reaction, how his words almost seemed to have jolted her out of a half-conscious state or trance of some sort. He brushed it off, deciding not to dwell on the matter any further. It was likely that she was lost in her own thoughts, something that many cats tended to do from time to time. Even himself had done so prior to meeting up with the two she-cats. He flicked a darkened ear and focused on what his clanmate had to say as she began to speak.
"It was a bit busy," she meowed."But the elders are well fed, and the fresh-kill pile is stocked. I renewed some bedding, and renewed the scent markers in all the borders. I might hunt, and patrol later." His eyes widened as she recalled her morning's accomplishments. Sure, he had been doing some extra work as of late as a coping method and to reassure himself, but it wasn't exactly as much Tigertalon had been doing. Maybe close, but not quite. He somewhat admired her ability to work herself so hard and still be fresh and ready to continue and do more. The warrior hadn't realized how hard she worked, and perhaps it was slightly worrying. Perhaps there was a reason for it?
Whitesparrow thought back to several moons before, when rumors had started to spread about the then-Tigerpaw after the death of her mother and brothers. The whole debacle was nearly forgotten by the majority of GorgeClan, but it still was something that occurred and thus could possibly be faintly recalled by those who were there at the time. There was only a moon's difference between the two, so they had been apprentices around the same time, but Whitepaw was too caught up in his own issues, albeit smaller, to pay much attention to the clan conflict. He remembered bits and pieces of the issue, but that was all. Whether or not that was why the she-cat seemed to be overworking herself he didn't know, but it was possible.
Perhaps the she-cat could use a friend. Whitesparrow doubted he would be the best for that, but he could try. He could use some companionship himself as well, after all. “All in one morning?” he heard Briarstar respond in a surprised to tone. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself so much, Tigertalon. That is a lot to do in such little time, you ought to rest a while. Exhausting yourself will do neither you or the clan any good.” Whitesparrow nodded, glancing away briefly. The leader's words did hold some merit, though he knew from experience that sometimes it was hard to help it, depending on the situation.
Whitesparrow perked up as Briarstar turned to address him. “You aren’t working yourself this much too, are you?” she inquired. "No, no, not at all." Maybe just a little... he thought to himself. He almost felt like admitting it but the multi-hued she-cat already seemed rather worried, and didn't want to upset her further. The white tom turned back to Tigertalon. "If you'd like to patrol some other time, I'd be more than glad to join you. So you won't be putting all that responsibility on yourself, and you'll have someone to talk with."
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Tigertalon looked coldly towards the she-cat, and the gray-ish tom. Her pools of intense, and burning amber pierced in both cats. Her tail flicked.
"I'm fine, Briarstar."she meowed."I'm not tired."
Lie, a perfect lie. Her grave voice and her eye bags had maybe revealed she hadn't get proper sleep. But, why should she care? The clan needed food, and it's borders well-marked. And all the Gorgeclanners knew that nobody did more patrols in that days than her, than the tabby warrior, with closed mind.
Her cold gaze pierced Whitesparrow alone, as he moewed about his suggestion. She narrowed her eyes, and it became slits.
"No, thanks Whitesparrow, I can manage doing it alone."Her mew was just as rough as a rock."But, I may consider your offer."
There was no expression in her words or face. No cat could say if she was lying or being honest. She flexed her long curved claws out and in, a bit frustrated, but didn't let it be too obvious.
Why do they worry?, she thought, I'm in perfect state, and I can do it all by myself...And I don't want to talk about nothing with no one! What if they start asking awkard questions? Such as if I'am evil? Or what I truly want?
“I’m fine, Briarstar” Tigertalon said, “I’m not tired.”
Briarstar could tell the warrior was lying. She wasn’t sure how tired Tigertalon felt, but she most certainly looked tired. She sounded tired, too. She needed to rest. She needed to stop working herself so hard. However, Briarstar knew better than to demand it. That wouldn’t get her anywhere.
Sighing softly, Briarstar turned her attention toward Whitesparrow as he spoke. “No, no, not at all.”
Briarstar couldn’t be entirely certain he was being honest, but she let herself be relieved all the same. Perhaps that was selfish, to let herself believe him. Yet was accusing him of dishonesty she couldn’t be sure of any better?
Ears flicking slightly as Whitesparrow offered his help, which was quickly turned down by the cold tones of Tigertalon, Briarstar tried to convince herself to relax again as she listened. Perhaps she should have turned down their company after all. She’d wanted company, but she had no want to worry. Now that was all she could seem to do. No. She needed to make some kind of offer, some kind of suggestion, to be brought into consideration at least.
After wracking her brain for a moment, Briarstar turned her softened emerald gaze back to the tabby warrior.
“I understand the need for something to do, to occupy your mind. However, I can tell you’re more tired than you say, so I want to offer an alternative that is better for both you, and the clan” she began, claws kneading lightly into the soft sand beneath the water. “Perhaps, instead of tiring yourself out on constant patrols that we have more than enough warriors to do, you could go on less and turn your attentions to fishing as well, or even overseeing and helping out with apprentice training. There are many ways you can focus your mind on duty without exhausting yourself to the bone, Tigertalon.”
Tigertalon would shook her head. She knew Gorgeclan's leader was perfectly in the truth, but, she didn't let it show it. Her bushy, tabby tail was lashing so hard, that dust was traveling with the wind.
Cool and intense amber eyes locked on Briarstar; suprisingly, her expression was stern, not furious.
"I told you, Briarstar, I'am fine,"she meowed."I don't need anyone to do my work."
Her long, curved claws easily unstheathed and sheathed. Her ears flicked sightly, as if she was trying to hear a vague voice's talking to her, maybe, she wanted to hear voiced of certain cats....
"I perfectly know how to maintain all my energies up,"Tigertalon's mew became stressed."And I don't need to focus myself in hunting now; I have to do more things to do later, before hunting." C
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