searchin' for a little seratonin / blizzard

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    with blue eyes half-closed and a skip in her step, the cream she-cat traipsed right across the border. careless, nonchalant, nothing mattered, especially not these scent lines. they weren't real, not in the way the breeze that blew across her face and ruffled her fur was, not in the way the grass that prickled her paws was. these lines were products of their own creation, meant to cage and confine them. and for what? a false sense of security? hiding in fear of your own kind was no way to live.


    daisyfrost relished her new surroundings; the forest's dense greenness, the moist sponginess of fallen leaves underfoot, the fresh pinewood scent. it was a forest not unlike skyclan's territory, but there was something about being on thunderclan's side of the border for the first time that made her heart flip with excitement.

    i got scrapes on my heart from all the battles

    it's written in the scars — tags

    Being finished with all his duties for the day till the evening patrol, Blizzard had decided to go out for some fresh air and let the stress caused by the events of the last couple days melt away. Though he chose to avoid the Riverclan border and head up further to where he knew a small pond was. It was delightful really, a place he could go where rarely anyone else did. Where he wouldn’t have to be under the keen eyes of his clanmates.


    But as he approached his destination, there seemed to be someone else nearby. Being that he was downwind of course, her scent filled his maw. “Who’s there?”                                                     "let me live."

    nothing in the world could bother daisyfrost at this point in her life, not even the questioning voice of a stranger whose territory she most certainly was trespassing on. the young warrior waved her tail casually and, instead of respectfully walking away, headed straight towards the source of the voice. "i'm daisyfrost. from skyclan," she answered unapologetically. it seemed a bit rude to leave things at that, so she decided to tack on an explanation. "just lookin' around, wasn't gonna steal prey or anything." blue eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the cat who spoke.

    i got scrapes on my heart from all the battles

    it's written in the scars — tags


    Blizzard chuckled, revealing his presence above her.


    The silver charcoal bengal had leaped up into the shroud of the tree branches. It was nothing difficult after all. It was in his blood.


    Was he that intimidating to warrant such a response? Probably not. He wasn’t like his brother who was strict on the code and would berate those who would break it. No. He was a free-spirit. He goes wherever his desires were. Emerald greens studied the molly before him. “Daisyfrost? A flower dusted with the cold frost of winter? What an oddity. I can’t really judge, my name is Blizzardcry, though originally born as merely Blizzard. I don’t intend to be angry for your presence. As a matter of fact, I actually could careless for boundaries.” The silver bengal smirked, showing her a toothy grin. “Stop an smell the roses. Whatever you wish. I merely wish to go for a swim over in that pond yonder.”                                                      "let me live."


    daisyfrost felt something akin to a crisp breeze in the presence of this tom which sent prickles down her spine. blizzardcry was an accurate name. silver-spotted gray fur, the color of winter, so chillingly beautiful. the cream tabby couldn't believe her luck at stumbling across such a handsome tom; she wasn't just gonna let him go. she grasped for the right words to say. "a pond? mind if i join? i was in riverclan as an apprentice, i love swimming."

    i got scrapes on my heart from all the battles

    it's written in the scars — tags

    The silver tom flashed a charming grin. “Why sweets, didn’t I say I could care less what you do? I do not dictate others. Swim, fly, cry, climb a tree; it doesn’t matter.” His cool emerald gaze shifted into a playful one, as he padded off towards the pond that was just past the cluster of tall birches ahead of them. Gracefully slipping into the still crystalline waters he ducked his head underneath the surface, relishing in the coldness of it. A moment later he poked his head above the water, noticing she was still there. “So miss. Do you come to Thunderclan lands often? Cause’ a pretty little thing like you may get caught one day by some not so lenient.” He smirked. "let me live."