Posts by honeydrop

Through the midst of fog and moss in a dusky November evening, a small female calico could be seen lazily dragging her ivory paws across the forest floor. Her long fur was matted and tangled, flowers and twigs askew in her pelt, and her short maw was lifted at the corners in a nonchalant little smile. She was always smiling, as she seen the beauty in all life - from the smallest insect, to the largest tree. After spending recent months travelling, finding herself and appreciating the beauty of the world around her; she had decided it was time for her to settle down in a forever home.

"Hellooo~" The fairy-esque femme called out in a Jamaican accent, "I'm Islapaw . . . and I would like to join."

Laying on a nearby rock, the apprentice female flickered open her mismatched orbs to the commotion coming from the kittens. Odd lanterns of forest green and baby-blue gazed lazily at the growing formation of her clan mates. Being a vegan and strictly anti-violence, she yearned to scoop the fish back up and return it to the river . . . but that would have been hopeless, being that the creature was already dead, her ears lowered to her skull as she peered at the blood that stained the bright white snow.

"Spread the love, kid." She purred softly, sliding lazily from her perch on a nearby rock. "Practice your hugs instead." Islapaw's maw was lifted in to a careless, nonchalant smile.

Islapaw and Tigerkit were worlds apart when it came to their personas - she had seen the adventerous child out and about before, his vigour and boldness was hard to forget. Watching him tear around camp made the laid-back, lazy girl exhausted just by watching. Sliding each petite little paw in front of the other, padding carefully as not to slip on the icy forest floor, Islapaw was slowly on the search of berries for her lunch as she stayed well away from the freshkill pile, but munched on fruit and vegetables instead; explaining her under-grown physique.

Her rosy-pink nose was snuffling through the leaves when a cry for help caused her fluffy, ivory ears to perk up in worry. In an instant, the young femme’s short legs burst in to a panicked run towards the commotion. She was not a fast feline, and her thick matted fur only slowed her down further. Worry fermented in her mind, scenarios of her clan mates in danger caused her mismatched orbs to well up in fear.

Islapaw skidded to a clumsy halt at the edge of the river, the sound of crashing waves loud and crisp in the air. She scanned the area . . . eyes squinting desperately to find where the cries were coming from. “Tigerkit!” Islapaw yowled out in shock as she spotted the young kit clinging on to dear life.

Carefully placing one paw in front of the other at the edge of the river back, she tip toed closer. . . one wrong move could cause her to go flailing in to the river and be swept away with the waves. She wasn’t strong, she wasn’t athletic, but she wasn’t a coward. The space between them closed, and she was now just an arms length away from him. Tigerkit was a large kitten for his age, probably weighing more than her. But she took her chances - and outstretched her paw to his, crouching at the edge of the river bank, the water splashing in her eyes and the wind cursing through her long, tangled fur.

“Take my paw.” She instructed, holding out her little paw as close as she could to Tigerkit.

{ on mobile, excuse any mistakes :c }

Another apprentice had appeared on the scene, and Islapaw blinked her mismatched gaze in appreciation. As she offered out the vine to her, Islapaw swiftly turned her head back to the kitten - just as she was about to grip on to the vine, his sharp claws became lodged in to her fore-arm and she whimpered softly in pain.

The weight of Tigerkit caused she-cats stance to unstabilse, her body began to tip forward as she struggled to brace herself. The ground was icy, she tried to use her claws to dig in to the dirt and stop herself from slipping but the petite femme was not strong enough to keep ahold of him much longer.

If it weren’t for Onyx, Islapaw probably would have fell in to the rushing river too. Her clan mates paw of assistance helped Islapaw regain her balance and haul the kit to safety. Her chest rose up and down, her heart hammered softly in her rib cage like the wings of a hummingbird. “Oh , Tigerkit.” She murmured, in exhaustion and relief. Odd eyes flickering over the two other females who offered their assistance, she bowed her head in gratitude then fixed her focus back to Tigerkit. “You gotta be more careful , y’know.

In the midst of the apprentice den, lay with the little dilute calico, curled up in to a tight ball. Her tangled, almost dreadlock-like fur kept her cozy in the frosty November evenings and she slept without a sound. The lazy girl was usually a deep-sleeper, but on this night, her ears flickered gently to the stirring coming from around her. Her right eye shot open, revealing a glimmering orb of forest green, soon followed by her blue left eye. A fellow apprentice was flailing in her sleep; Islapaw guessed it would be a nightmare. Gazing upon the pair that now appeared to be awake, Islapaw lifted her head from her paws.

“Bad dream?” Her maw parted in to a wide yawn, “Dreams mean something, y’know. Every single one. What was it about?” Islapaw was deeply spiritual, she saw a symbolic meaning in almost everything that she came across.

In the centre of camp, perched upon a smooth rock, Islapaw was lazily sprawled out. Mismatched orbs of green and blue nonchalantly gazed upon the bustling hustle of the clan - hunting, patrolling, training. Her ears lay flat across her skull, no one ever took the time to relax, and become one with them self. Apart from Islapaw of course, who took perhaps a little too much time to be zen. A yawn parted her lips, and the calico unravelled her limbs that were curled up beneath her to stand to her full height.

“Yoga class, anyone?” The femme chirped in her distinct accent. And with her announcement, whilst waiting for her clan mates to join, she began the warm up with what’s known as the child pose in yoga terms. Her rump high in the air, her fore-arms stretched out as far as they could go and her fluffy chest pressed against the ground.

Islapaw, being a strict vegetarian and an advocate for anti-violence, felt her nose twitch in disgust as the putrid stench of rotting flesh drifted through the air. She had been strolling through the territory as she often did, without any real objective, when the smell began to radiate from the nearby border. Her mismatched blue and green eyes stung from the stench, and she curiously, but worriedly, wandered closer.

“Ugh . . . not cool, man.”

She grumbled, spotting the guts and flesh littered around. In an instant, she knew where it had came from - perhaps only one clan would behave in such a immature, putrid manner. Rolling her eyes, she plopped her rump to the floor, awaiting her clan mates to join.

Perhaps it would have been wise for the young femme to approach with caution, the stranger towered over her and she had to crane her neck for her mismatched gaze to meet his - but being the peaceful, lazy girl she was, Islapaw nonchalant dragged her petite ivory paws towards the ginger tom.

“I’m Islapaw . . nice to meet you.”

Islapaw spoke, her maw curled up in its usual lazy smile. She guessed that he would probably want to join, he had the scent of a loner, and that was usually the reason a loner would be sitting so patiently at the border.

Islapaw spent her days away from the bustling chaos of camp, she usually pranced through the forest - careless and free - one with the river and the nature around her. That’s what she had been doing when her mismatched gaze flickered to a lump of fur amongst the rocks. She tilted her head slightly to the left, squinting to get a better view.

“Hello?” Islapaw called out softly, from what she could make out, it was a younger feline. Her brownish fur stood out amongst the cool tones of the river side. Softly, Islapaw put one little paw in front of the other and approached with morbid curiosity.

The femme gasped, and closed her eyes from the sad sight an arms length away from her. “May you rest in StarClan now.” She whispered softly, lowering her head to press her forehead against the damp, cold fur of the deceased. Islapaw could smell that this was not one of her own clan mates, but that didn’t stop the sensitive girl from shedding a tear for the young life that had been lost.

Islapaw could be spotted at the back of the meeting, nonchalantly playing with a little flower between her ivory paws.

Next to join the group was this small ball of tangled fur, her hardly-groomed pelt was sprinkled with flowers that she had recently been rolling in, and had not bothered to pick out. A little daisy was tucked behind her ear, drooping slightly in front of her left forest-green eye. She was a vegetarian - her under-developed frame, although hidden beneath a mass of fur, was solely due to the fact that her diet lacked the protein a feline truly needed to thrive. This didn’t concern her, she didn’t need strength; she wasn’t a fighter, she couldn’t muster up enough anger to kill a fly.

The gentle, lazy young femme slowly let her rump drift to the floor, and wrapped her thick plume of a tail around her fore-limbs. “I’ll come along . . . I need to forage some more berries.” From what she knew, she was the only one in the clan with this lifestyle, so it was usually down to herself to keep her own personal stock up to date.

Odd heterochromia green and blue eyes shown through the foggy haze of the evening like two lanterns, the thin layer of frost that covered the forestry before her coming into close contrast with the femme’s dilute calico patterned pelt. A harsh wind ruffled through her thick, tangled mass of unkept fur as the soft, pink pads of her paws softly tip-toed back to camp in her fairy-like gait.

Isla, as she placed a single paw in front of the other, smiled downward at the crunching leaves that embedded away in the frost as she walked atop them, leaving a trail of scattered paw-prints behind her. Between her maw, the apprentice carried a collection of berries and nuts, all tied up neatly in a large leaf. With a determination that was rare for the usually lazy and careless girl, Islapaw wanted to expand the horizons of her clan mates, introduce them to her vegetarian lifestyle, allow them to understand her way of life.

“-ellooo,” Islapaw greeted her clan mates, dropping the little feast to her paws, in her thick Jamaican accent. “I got everyone a lil’ treat to try . . . try these blueberries, and these strawberries.”

As her mentor approached, Islapaw craned her neck to meet his eye level. They were an odd pairing for apprentice and mentor, he was macho and brave, always ready to help his clan . . . whilst she spent her days flouncing carelessly in fields of flowers and eating berries. Perhaps that made him perfect to mentor her - although she doubted that her ways could ever be changed. His worry made her maw curl up in to a lazy, crooked grin and a girly giggle left her maw. “See . . . better than eating a squirrels a**.” She chirped to Bearthroat.

Flickering her green and blue eyes away from Bearthroat and towards the other female, Islapaw waited keenly to see how she would like the berries. “You like ‘em?!” Islapaw grinned, unravelling her thick tail from her hind quarters and standing in excitement. “Thank ya, Vixensong.” Islapaw appreciated the older warrior’s approval, she rarely received it - she was more a misfit than a keen apprentice - so when the kind words of a senior feline were given to her, she appreciated it dearly.

“Here ya go, Vixenpaw.” The femme used her petite, ivory paw to push a bundle of the fresh blueberries to her. Although most felines wouldn’t have a taste for berries, preferring fresh meat, she was happy that her clan mates were accepting of her chosen lifestyle.

Her flank was brushed by another female, and Islapaw’s forest-green and midnight-blue odd orbs flickered to meet the gaze of the arrival. If Islapaw wasn’t such a nonchalant and careless soul, she might have noticed the way that she-cats flirted with Bearthroat . . . but the apprentice’s mind was in the clouds, not in the possible love triangles forming in her clan. “Heyyy~,” Her raspy, thickly accented voice sung.

“I’m Islapaw. I don’t eat meat . . . just berries and nuts. I brought some extra for everyone to try.”