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Post by -- Desolation. on Jul 24, 2011 10:19:47 GMT -5
disappointing, change in seasons
the cold has come again
streets are flooded with excuses
stories never end
snow twirled steadily from the pale, monotonous sky. the chill was in the air, ruffling the pure white fur of the lone, young white she-cat. pale, milky blue eyes that seemed blind in all but the flash of sight in them took in the snow, the crags of the mountains around her, while her ears strained for any noises.
life was dead up here. snow was death; its chill sometimes sent kits to early deaths. Silence knew that. oh, yes. she was sometimes forgotten, as she was a shadow of a cat, only not as dark; no, she was a negative shadow, white where it was black.
hey, have you seen the blind man in disguise,
lookin' for his eyes?
but up here, shadows should have been white anyway. there was no black, except for when the Tribe of Endless Hunting was running free. then only the sky was black; the world below, where the Tribe of Falling Snow lived, was still white.
Silence was destined to be a Cave-Guard, despite her slight build and nonexistent ferocity. she dreaded the day her to-be status would end, but what of it? she had been chosen because it was her destiny. her father was a thick-set, powerful tom; her mother was a muscular she-cat. her brothers were -- had been -- mirror images of their parents.
hey, have you seen the rain man
lookin' to the skies, beggin' for sunlight
only Silence was the outcast. white, thin, scrawny, and now... frozen.
she did not walk on the world of snow; she caught the chill that drove up cats' fur and trapped it inside of her, held it in like a breath before a dive. it coated her insides, cold and hard, and gave her a comfort she didn't know where else to get.
life was dead up here. Silence wasn't sure if it was because of the wolves, the eagles, the sky, the snow, the cold, or the Tribe of Falling Snow themselves, but with every exhaled, pluming breath, she wasn't sure she cared.
the darkest time ain't always at night
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Post by &. SHADiE on Aug 1, 2011 23:01:43 GMT -5
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She was glad it was summer. Though the mountains were always cold, at least summer didn't bring the endless blizzards of winter. Again, she was thankful for her thick pelt.
Song scanned her surroundings with leaf-green gaze as she made her way up a rarely used path that wound its way to the mountain's peak. She made her way slowly and carefully, staying as close to the rocks as she could. The usual feelings of snow biting her paws and wind whispering in her ears didn't distract her in the least, she was used to these things. Nothing was going to distract her from her hunt. Today was going for the big prey; she was going for the hawks. Her eyes trailed the sky searing for the familiar dark shapes.
Nothing. They were probably down lower, closer to the bottom of the mountain. Song let out a sigh, more of content than anything else. The mountains always made her feel like home. There was nothing like being at the top of the world, alone and surrounded by glistening snow. She shook her fur, dislodging the endless white flakes that had settled there, and turned to go back the way she had come.
Suddenly, she stopped, and her breath caught in her throat. Her mind registered only one word, Ghost. But instinct told otherwise. There was a cat, just a couple fox-lengths away, that she hadn't noticed until now. She was snow-white, with strange, milky blue eyes. Song blinked, making sure it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her, but the cat was very much real. Silence, she thought, after a moment. Her name is Silence. Song knew every cat in the Tribe by name, it was something she had felt the need to know. This cat, however, she didn't think she had ever personally met.
She stood there, looking at the other cat, and realized how incredibly awkward the situation must be. "Hello," Song said quietly, unsure if Silence would welcome a conversation.
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Post by -- Desolation. on Aug 2, 2011 14:15:36 GMT -5
if it weren't for the subtle crunch of somewhat-melty snow, Silence wouldn't have heard the other feline. she turned, noting the tortoiseshell-like pattern and the sharp green eyes. a Tribe cat, she knew. she couldn't make herself bring about a reaction, as nothing inside stirred.
"Hello," the other cat said. it was a quiet greeting, somewhat unsure. Silence didn't know why, but she supposed it was because she had been hunting. Silence had not been making noise outside, but as a future Cave-Guard, it was not her job to hunt. she supposed she had been ruining things for the other she-cat.
Song, she suddenly remembered. Song of bird in tree. I don't think I've spoken to her. not exactly an odd occurrence. not many Tribe cats sought one another out for company in the first place, but when they did, they went for cats of similar types.
she almost couldn't find her words, as she stared at Song, her light-filled eyes unblinking. she finally found what she was looking for. "Hello." she lowered her head. "I hope I haven't scared any of your prey; I did not mean to, if I did."
perhaps she overspoke. she retreated into herself, looking away from Song.
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Post by &. SHADiE on Aug 4, 2011 13:52:20 GMT -5
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The usual small, subtle signs of prey were absent. They were alone. Song sighed inwardly. She wouldn't find anything up here. However, it was in her nature to not show her disappointment. I can always hunt later, seeing how there weren't any hawks up here in the first place.
The hair along her spine rose slightly. It was strange how she hadn't noticed, hadn't even detected, Silence. As a prey-hunter, she usually had a good sense of her surroundings. She felt a flicker of admiration for the other cat.
Moments passes with only the sound of the constant blowing of wind and snow. Her leaf-green eyes met Silence's pale ones. If she hadn't known any better, she would assume Silence was blind.
"I hope I haven't scared any of your prey; I did not mean to, if I did."
"Oh, it's ok." she meowed. Maybe she did scare the prey away, maybe she didn't. It wasn't something to start an argument over. She smiled slightly. I'll probably have better luck closer to the ground, anyway. Song could tell that Silence wasn't one to talk a lot.
She took in the she-cats thin frame and small size. Common sense told her that Silence was a prey-hunter, like her. However, something nagged in the corner of her mind. "You're a cave-guard, aren't you?" she asked, curious.
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Post by -- Desolation. on Aug 4, 2011 19:16:46 GMT -5
"Oh, it's ok. I'll probably have better luck closer to the ground, anyway."
Silence thought about it, then nodded, deciding she was probably right. unless she had been planning on hunting only hawks, rather than small prey and hawks, as was custom, than Song was correct. she dipped her head in acceptance.
she thought perhaps Song wanted more conversation. Silence didn't know what to think or do, so she flung her eyes back to Song. she was surprised to meet their verdant vibrancy. it was as though she'd gone below the mountains, to the forest, and witnessed the changing of the seasons, a velvety leaf scrap underpaw.
Silence's own eyes weren't so pretty or impressive; she knew they were pale and odd. even for a white cat, blue eyes were fairly uncommon, and especially light blind-like eyes.
"You're a cave-guard, aren't you?"
she couldn't help but shuffle her forepaws. she was a little surprised. many cats didn't identify her as a cave-guard so fast if they hadn't known her already.
"Yes. I am a cave-guard." she raised a paw and licked the cold moisture from it. "I suppose I was chosen to be one because my parents were, and my brothers. They were all built for it. It was suspected I would be, as well."
she'd said too much again, but her mind had pushed away her inhibitions. Song had spoken to her first. she supposed she wasn't bothering the prey-hunter.
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