Posts by DUSKPAW.

*:･ﾟ✦ saturated streaks of dawn light trickled through the trees and speckled the ground below, bits of dead foliage giving away as zephyrs from the North picked up gradually amongst the territory. it was a unusually calm day, the sound of trickling water accompanying such solitude as eyes peered out from the shore, hushed voices rising as paws gingerly scraped over the pebbles that adorned the bank.

the day was quite leisurely, with nothing much happening. everything seemed quiet, as it should have been. suddenly, an abrupt screech of pure ecstasy resonated throughout the forest, light paws thundering against the sodden Earth until finally extensive limbs propelled the lanky form of the apprentice into the river. indignant stares averted to the young she-cat as she gathered up the nearest driftwood, while as trying to find the fastest current. of course, duskpaw was there to ruin the moment, as usual.

*:･ﾟ✦ diminishing streaks of light filtered through the trees and littered the ground below in ignited, creating a pool of illumination near the bottom as it ignited the territory with golden light. shadows had managed to loomed over small pieces of the forest they were kept confined to, but as extensive limbs carried the apprentice carefully amongst the edge of a cliff, she was able to spend more time trudging through the sun then spending most of her time laying wait for the day to end.

upon her arrival to her favorite stunt spot, she was able to acknowledge another figure in the distance and ultimate the apprentice's fur fluffed up, an indignant glint flaring up within glacial pools and she quickly stomped over, fur fluffing up as she eyed the older tom. "hey you!" she hissed, claws extending into the sodden earth. "you're in my way, so please be kind as to move."

duskpaw wasn't as pleasant towards new members, or at least more then how she would mostly treat her clanmates. as she pushed past the colorpoint tom, she extended her forelimbs outwards and pulled out a chunk of driftwood from a protective covering of brambles and undergrowth.

*:??? unlike the opposing individual, duskpaw was oblivious, drawn to the things that were down to earth as she had found herself exploiting such careless acts as she went on enjoying life instead of being lost in her own thoughts. it was funny how many cats were always lost in their own assortment of thoughts, observant in their ways, always taking the time to taper each and every individual. duskpaw disliked everyone, each and every person was the same in her wake, no one was different then the other. each had one moral, which was to survive and reproduce, it was basically that same cycle over and over, but in her own mind, everything was happening at light speed, racing to reach whatever barrier between her and death before flinging herself back into life.

as duskpaw brushed off the thorns that littered the flattened wood, she was quick to acknowledge the tom's lingering presence and sneered up at him. why was he still standing there? in the next couple of seconds, the urge to yell at him to leave was beginning to rise, but when his question reached her, she scoffed. "it's wood, can't you tell?" she mused. rogues really are stupid.

*:･ﾟ✦ Suspicion clouded the she-cat's glacial vision as gelid irises bore into the former rogue's face. For a moment, she could almost feel a sense of empathy for him, but in that moment, her emotions were arid and all she could feel was the perpetual need to get going. "Ah, well, uh, you'll see!" The apprentice retorted.

Grasping the wood between her claws, she would situate it near the edge of the cliff, testing it's stability with a few, edging movements. She glanced back over at the pale tom, before moving her weight forwards, propelling her forwards and spiraling down the cliff. The sound of wind buffeting the Tufts of her ears resonated into her heart as a rush of adrenaline course through her body, bouts of laughter rising from her vocals as she reached the bottom, cascades of mud and debris falling around her once she had descended, before once again.

Of course, a sharp pain had coursed through her left paw from the impact of the fall, and Duskpaw could only imagine that she had broken a bone. Again, though in all honesty, she hadn't cared, and moved the paw onto the slab of wood's surface and averted her attention to the edge of the cliff to see if the tom was there.