And The Arms Of The Ocean~~She-cat Needed, PAFP~~Were Carrying Me

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    Seasalt, a cream tom, was sitting patiently in the warriors' den for the sun to come up. His instincts told him to go back to sleep, but...that wasn't really a thing he listened to most of the time. When it came to sleeping, that is. Of course, he was smiling, and the sun was rising, his kind, emerald irises peeking through the exit.

    A she cat know as RavenFeather, was padding across the empty clearing, carrying a limp vole to the FK pile. Her ebony black felt shimmered like a raven's feather, giving her her name. Her deep sapphire blue eyes glimmered in the early light, excitement pricking at her paws as she knew, no felt, something special would happen that day.

    OOC: Okay, so, what I kinda planned is that they get together, then their clan goes to war and they get separated in all the chaos. Then, eventually, they find each other by the sea...and maybe raise a family. We can change that if you want, though.


    IC:


    Seasalt almost squealed in excitement as he ran out of the warriors' den to greet Ravenfeather. "GOOD MORNING!" he practically yelled, his pupils darting back and forth in excitement. He did have a crush on the pretty she-cat, but he was a bit different when it came to talking to people he liked. He didn't get a stomach full of butterflies, nor did he avoid all conversation. He treated them like everyone else and showed extra emotion in everything he said until he felt comfortable with them. Then, he would tell him how he felt. As in, he literally would just walk up and tell them what he felt and ask them about it.

    OOC no, that's sounds wonderful well, outside the war part


    RavenFeather looked to him, a quick dip of her head said she would talk in a moment as she quickly dropped off her catch. "Hey Seasalt, but you know you don't have to yell right?" She asked softly, all to aware the others still asleep. She had always been the first awake in the clan since apprenticeship. She smiled gently to the tom, an old friend really.

    "Oh, yeah...sorry!" he said in a regular, not-so-extremely-loud tone. "Anyways, how are you? Good hunting out there?" Of course, as always, he was practically bouncing off of trees at that point and was ecstatic to be talking to anyone at this hour.

    She blinked at him, wandering what he seemed so excited for. "You sound and look as if you just saw Starclan in flesh and bone. Are you alright?" She asked cautiously, her usual gentle tone seeming worried.

    The tom giggled and simply said, "I'm just excited, that's all. Oh, I don't know why, though. I just feel all...SHINY AND SPARKLY INSIDE!" He didn't actually yell at this point, but talked loud enough to separate it from regular words.

    Still unsure, she let her fur lie down flat again as early rp mist clung to it. She smiled though, briefly shaking herself. "Anyway, the hunting is good, would you like to come back out with me?" She asked him gently.

    Seasalt, finally calming down a bit, replied, "Sure!" and began to walk toward the exit of camp. His explosive personality was toned down now, since he had to keep quiet for hunting. "Thank goodness Greenleaf is starting," he smiled.

    She agreed with a silently nod, looking around for any prey scents, instantly crouching down and stealthily stepped forward, her weight on her haunches before she sprung at the Phaesant.

    He sprung silently into action, lurking through the bushes and smelling for prey. Catching the scent of a squirrel, he lunged at it as it climbed, and caught it, twisting and breaking its small neck.

    Carding the pheasant easily she turned, unable to really hide the large bird as she went to drag it quickly back to camp, afraid to say she was and scare away prey, so she went silently.

    Seasalt, continuing to stalk a sparrow as the sun finally rose, didn't notice Ravenfeather going back to camp. He also didn't notice how high the sun was, inviting everyone to wake and come out of their dens.

    She had dropped off the large bird, a few warriors and queens coming into the sun light as it streamed into dens. "Good morning." She beckoned to most who were up and about, but made her way back to where she last saw Seasalt.

    By the time he had actually realized Ravenfeather was gone, Seasalt had already caught the sparrow and hidden the mouse. "Ravenfeather?!" The sunshine streaking through the new buds of the trees was a welcome sight to Seasalt, but a 'missing' friend was not.

    "Oh," he smiled. "So, Ravenfeather..." he smelled the air, scenting a mouse and beginning to stalk it. "I was excited about getting up this morning for a reason other than just feeling happy."


    ~And All This Devotion Was Rushing Out of Me~