Posts by Coldnose !?

"That sounds... nice" she'd admit, nodding her head politely. Icy eyes would turn upwards - scanning the receding trees over her own head, and then the open sky just past Roanoke. It truly was a beautiful day - the first one in a long time, or at least the first she'd bothered to notice. Hesitantly, and not quite sure what had come over her, she'd quickly ask, "Would you like to walk together then? On our own sides of the border, of course," the words were awkward, a bit to fast and a bit to high-pitched, and she'd settle for scuffing a paw against the ground as she kept her face blank. She wanted to make friends, she really did. but it just... it was so hard, opening up like that.

Having felt to awkward to speak during that conversation, she'd nod - beginning to escort the group of apprentices back. The only thing she'd say was "I'll follow behind you, just in case." after all, it was better safe than sorry.

Cole wasnt sure how things had ended up like this. When had her life gone so wrong? She'd finally come home, finally found herself. She'd made friends. And then shed been ripped away from it all yet again.

She wasnt even sure how it'd happened - shed been told it was a dog that had caught her, but the memory of such an event still wasnt there even after nearly six moons.

But the proof was written in the scars that covered her body, in the broken jaw and missing ear, in the twist of her back leg which hung awkwardly as she limped along. She'd grown used to it, adapted to it. She'd healed and learned, and she had survived.

But that didnt stop the ache, the burn in her heart. She'd made a new home, only to watch it be torn from her grasp again. The one person she'd thoight she'd not lose had turned his back on her. Hed replaced her as easily as he had found her.

And so she'd come home, hoping to seek forgivness, hoping to see her mother, or her siblings . To see someone - anyone. She wanted to remember her old life, and she wanted to forget.

Her nose twitched, jaws parting as she scented the air. Deapite it all, her nose was as keen as ever - her tracking skills had seen her coming all the way across a large farmland, back through the twolegplace, and all the way here, to thunderclans borders.

Back home, where she felt a small, long forgotten part of her hum in happiness ay the familiar sights and scents of the territory.

There was a patrol nearby - she could taste them, and faintly she could just make out a slight rustle of leaf litter nearby if she listened hard enough. "Hello?" Shed call, voice soft and slow and gentle.

It seemed Cole was as blank as ever - no visible reaction towards the smaller, rather rude apprentie who first spoke, other than a slight narrowing of her eyes.

And then they'd soften at the forst familiar face to arrive. "Silentkit? Or... -paw?" she assumed he was an apprentice by now - shed been gone so long, and if he was out of camp.

Tears welled up in icy blue eyes, and the oddly-patterned torbie would step forward, aiming to press her slightly crooked muzzle into the younger toms fur. A soft, bitter laugh - a releived sigh. "How are you? Are you alright? Is mother still here? Or-?" the words were still slow and even, but the worry was clear in her eyes as she pulled away.

A single, slow blink was the only sign of surprise. She'd grieved Pebbleclouds death once, mistakenly, so unfortunately hearing of his true demise no didnt effect her much. She'd mourned once, and it had been a terrible, horrible, long process, and she would not do so again. She's miss him dearly, sure, but the pain was numbed by time and by her own tattered state of mind right now. Instead she focused on the next thing he'd said - that she had more siblings. While Cole had finally opened up the dam within her mind which had for so long left her feeling empty, the habit of hiding those emotions from others had never quite left. She'd scan him over - the ginger fur ought to have been a dead give away if she was honest... though none of her own litter had been blessed with it, many of Silentpaws litter had. She'd flick an ear, before softly murmuring "Asphodelpaw? Wasn't that-" she had the faint memory of a very angry medicine cat, with pale fur, though he'd... died? before she'd even been apprenticed. She'd remembered him only because she'd once been interested in the path of a medicine cat, and truth be told she had been put off by the rather rude tom. "Well it is... nice to meet you. I'm coldnose." her words were well spoken, and her manner proper, though silently she was wondering who his father must be then, if Pebblecloud was truly gone. Or perhaps he'd died while mother was pregnant - really, it wasn't her place to ask. Turning her attention to Crimsoncry, she'd give the slightest hint of a smile. They'd hardly interacted, and surely never gotten along - after all, despite his younger age she'd become a warrior before him for his hunting skills and the lack of trouble she'd gotten into as an apprentice, being as uptight as she had at the time. "It's good to see you too. I've.... come to rejoin thunderclan, if the current leader will allow?"

A small hum at her mothers touch, and the faintest tug of a frown upon her lips at the words - what exactly had gone on in her absence? with that worried thought, the long-legged tortoiseshell would nod her head in agreement, limping forwards in order to follow her mother back to camp. Icey eyes would take one last look at her siblings, and then she'd focus on the walk ahead.

With a blank face, Coldnose would pad over, nodding politely in greeting towards Adderstrike, having heard the other warriors call. Ice blue eyes would peer at the brown tabby, and after a moment the scarred she-cat would speak up, words polite and well-spoken, her tone cordial and even despite it's soft volume. "I'll go, I might be a bit slow though." she'd admit the last part with a short glance and nod at her crooked leg, before awaiting a response.

It was the stench of fox and blood that had caught Cole's attention - within a few moments, the she-cat had emerged from nearby, a skin-and-bones squirrel held in her jaws from her attempt at hunting. Ice-blue eyes scanned over her brothers figure, wincing at the sight. She'd nod in agreement, silently moving to attempt to support him on his other-side if necessary as they waited a response to the previously spoken question. All the while, her gaze was wary - nose scenting in the hopes of preventing anything else troubling from happening to them on their way to camp.

Cole hardly remembered his days as a kit - she'd been quite and reserved, her only interactions were collecting her objects and playing games with stormkit behind the nursery. but now she was Coldnose not coldkit, and her and her siblings were all grown up. Watching the children carefully, the molly would gaze longingly, though her face was guarded. She'd thought she'd had a chance at family once - she was wrong of course, but still. Sighing, the tortoiseshell she-cat would be content to simply observe unless spoken to - silently standing guard in case anything went wrong because who knew?

Cole was proud of her family. even as disfigured as she was now, the smile on his face was unmistakeable. "Hazelflame!" she'd cheer, and then "Sunflowerpaw!" Her sisters had come so far - they all had really, though cole felt pride that bordered on a motherly instinct as she peered at sunflower especially - she'd gone through so much soul searching that Cole couldn't help but empathize with her after her own struggles, and she'd pad over, aiming to give her younger sister a gentle shoulder nudge.

Cole was worried for her mother, but unfortunately she wasn't feeling the best either. She'd sicked-up again tonight - but this time their was blood. Distracted by her own worries it took her a moment to return to camp. Weaving her way into the den, her weary gaze focused onto her mother - and fear quickly coursed through her veins. "What's wrong, what happened?" she'd ask, her usually calm voice loud and panicked. Her family was literally everything for her, and suddenly her own illness these past few weeks had vanished from her mind entirely.

Cole was sick - again. The tall tortoiseshell had been forced to stop mid-hunt today, literally stopping in the middle of her pursuit of a squirrel to vomit in the bushes, her chest heaving and stomach doing what she could only describe as flips. For the second time in as many days, she couldn't help but wonder what was happening to her? She just hoped the others on patrol hadn't noticed - she didn't want their pity or their worry, she could take care of herself. "bliss is a kiss on the forehead."

Blinking - her only outward show of surprise - the long-legged tortoiseshell would nod slowly. Standing up with a quick stretch, she'd glance around slowly, ice hued gaze wandering. She'd been a quiet kit of course, but fond memories of storm's rambunctious adventures and games brought fond memories to the forefront of her mind. She'd been lucky enough to be born after the great fire - she'd lived in this camp her whole life, explored it even as it was still being created around her. "well... behind the nursery-bush is a nice spot, but only when the ground is dry - it gets muddy easily due to the soft soil here." she'd start, remembering fondly the times she'd stealthily snuck up behind her brother to give him a fright - no one would have believed their eyes had they seen those moments, with as withdrawn and studious as she had outwardly been. "Obviously though, the camp is around our tree - The Great Sycamore. It used to be a place for apprentices to come and attempt to climb on dares, long before this was our camp, and legend has it the first thunderclan cat learned to hunt at night from the owl that lived in it - see that hole up there? " Her speech was slow and thought out, though she was a bit uneasy at the daunting task of teaching kits. She'd been made a warrior so young, and kidnapped twice now by twolegs to where she'd never taught another other than herself. No apprentice - no friends. Not even her younger siblings. The scarred molly tried not to follow that trail of thoughts though.