Darkfeather's Wonderings ((ANY))

[+: Alixa :+]

Yet another restless night has passed the dark silvered tom. Nothing but shifting in his mossy bed in the warrior's den, silently jealous of how peacefully everyone else was sleeping. It wasn't fair for him... He had done nothing wrong, only ever wandered about love. And the one thing that kept him from his slumber? The image of a beautiful she-cat dancing across his thoughts, smiling that beautiful smile, her eyes of blue shining with a hidden desire... She was perhaps the most beautiful she-cat in the whole clan... And Darkfeather knew he wanted her as his mate. But what if she already had her heart saved for one of the other toms? What if she was wrong about what, exactly, that hidden desire of hers was? There were soo many possiblities, it was enough to make Darkfeather's head spin. And on top of all that, he had to try and act like everything was normal, like he wasn't lovesick... Why? Well, the answer is really quite simple. He had an apprentice he now had to train. She no doubt was expecting great things to learn from Darkfeather. And this made his fur tingle with anxiety and nervousness. What if he messed up around her? Taught her something wrong?

Finally, before the first rays of the sun shoen down on Windclan's moor, he rose from his bed and shook himself gently, hoping it would help ease the many thoughts and feelings that were overwhelming him. Then, he moved out of the warrior den, and moved toward the entrance of the camp. Once out, he took off at a sprint toward Skygrass. The one place he felt calm and at ease in. The sounds of the many stirring mice and rabbits,a small and short hunt shoudl smoothe over his nervousness. His thick fur rippled as he ran. The last thing anyone would think of him would be that he was of Winclan. Most Windclan cats had sleek pelts and limber bodies. But beneath his thick her, he was muscular as well as limber. It was odd to even him, but he was proud of who he was and what he looked like.

He reached Skygrass, and pushed his way through about a yard or so into the tall grasses. There, he spotted his one place of calm tranquility. A good sized boulder. He leapt unto it, and settled upon his haunches, wrapping his feathery tail about his left flank and resting the tip upon his paws. And there, he took in deep breaths, and let them out slowly, beginning the calming process with his jade eyes closed, letting the thoughts ebb away slowly...

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[riku16]

Ice blue eyes glowed as the last dying rays of light hit her eyes.The shecat`s fur was sleek and healthy and it gleamed as she passed under the moon`s light.This was the perfect time to be out.There was nothing wrong with going out now was there?She padded out silently,once clear breaking into a full sprint.Silverleaf narrowed her icy eyes,flattening her ears,felt the wind flattening her fur.Her paws only gave very muted thuds as she ran.She leaped over a tree that loomed ahead suddenlu,just in time,eyes glimmering with exhiliration.She was enjoying her run,as a bird enjoys it`s carefree flight.If she could fly,she`d be called the most dangerouse bird of prey.Her mind and heart flicked to the Riverclan tomcats,but mainly focused on one.Darkfeather,the cat who had recently been given a apprentice.Under her pelt sudden emotions set her tingling.You could see the muscles ripple under her sleek coat.Silverleaf felt elated,her paws barely touched the ground,she seemed to be flying.

[+: Alixa :+]

There was something magical about the moon, the stars, and the blue-black sky... Something that made life look pure and beautiful, despite whatever stresses and troubled rested within the roots and over the treetops of reality. He knew that life wasn't always peaceful, and was more often than not, ugly. But despite the world and the harsh reality, there was always something beautiful about life. About living. Whether it be a rose in the early morning, its crimson petals kissed tenderly with the morning light, the drops of dew shining like star-rocks (diamonds), or perhaps the beautiful and alluring glacier blue gaze of the one she-cat he would give his life for to love and to cheriish, life was beautiful. But his heart ached just thinking of what she might think of him. She was oh so beautiful. And he was, in his own perspective, oh so normal. There were plenty of toms that were similar to him in appearance. His jade eyes were what really set him apart from the rest of the other cats around here in the forest, though of course he'd seen more pale eyes. But oh, poor Darkfeather... He hadn't the slightest idea of what he would say to her, what he should do around her. In truth, she frightened him. He was fearful that his feelings for her were only a waste of his time and life, only to be rejected. Maybe she felt something for the black deputy, Shadowscar. The black tom had a rugged look, but Darkfeather had seen a softness in his eyes a few times before when he was watching the clan go about daily routine in peace and contentment. What she-cat wouldn't want a strong, rugged-looking yet perhaps secretly soft and romantic tom like Shadowscar? After all, there was a reason he was deputy, and Darkfeather only a warrior.

There were other she-cats in the clan, but he only ever saw Silverleaf... Only ever saw her... As he sat there, the night now over the forest, with Starclan shining brightly, looking down on him, he heard the rapid yet soft padding of another cat. he turned, wondering who it might be, and what they were doing. And when he did so, he spotted the one thing that could steal his breath from his lungs. There she was, her silver fur bathed breath-takingly in moonlight as she streaked across the open moorland. She was a sight to be admired. And for a moment, his paws itched to race after her, to meet up with her and try to start up a conversation. But at the same time, his paws seemed like they were glued in place. He knew that he would only struggle and trip over himself to try and catch up to her, and once he got close enough to her, he would lose all ideas of what to say, what to even talk about... He would only look like a fool... So, he just sat there, watching her seemingly gliding over the flat moorland, his eyes following her both desperately and lovingly, with full fondness and admiration.

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[riku16]

Oh, what were those little things that gave her pleasure every day?The taste of prey,the moonlight,acceptance by her leader,and maybe most of all a certain Windclan tom. Silverleaf`s whiskers flattened against her face, until she caught a scent and stopped.She scented the air,filtering through the scents.All were familiar,many close by.Prey,hernbs,and a single fresh Windclan scent.A Windclan tom.A very familiar scent.Darkfeather!Did he enjoy regular outings like herself?Darkfeather with those enchanting green eyes....Silverleaf turned her black masked face to the shadows.

[+: Alixa :+]

Everything in Darkfeather's life was a bliss and a splendor. He never took a single thing for granted. Despite never relaly being able to know what it felt like to be part of one of the other clans, he was certain that Windclan was where he would have wanted to be, anyhow. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else but in Windclan territory. he was happiest when he himself was dashing across the more after a hare, or wrestling and treking around in Skygrass for mice and voles. And even, if he was lucky on a hunting patrol in the early morning, a quail. They didn't enter Windclan territory often, but when they did, that was the one place he would ever manage to find one. But that was a rare finding. He enjoyed patrolling the borders, remarking the boundaries and everything. But there was one thing in his life that both stole the air from his lungs, yet caused his heart to ache... Silverleaf. She was perhaps the most beautiful she-cat he'd ever seen. Anyone who asked him who he thought the most dazzling would get the same answer. Silverleaf. He held his secret passion and love for her to himself, never really having shared anything more than a few conversations with her. But he always became tongue-tied. And that was why he avoided going on hunting and border patrols with her. She would cause him to trip over himself, or say something stupid that would make the other cats question his sanity or intellegence. So, though it stung him to avoid her during duties such as those, he loved being with her any other moment, even if he did trip over his own sentences or even his own paws...

His heart nearly stopped when she halted, testing the air around her. Had she detected him? What should he do? Should he walk over there and talk with her? Or perhaps run the other way, and try and hide from her? Act like he was never there? His breathing quickened, his thoughts raced, his whiskers grew hot. And when she turned her beautiful face, her gaze falling on his own jade eyes, he mearly fainted, but remained standing on his paws. So, taking a deep breath, figuring he had nothing else to lose, he walked over to her, whiskers twitching a few times before finally he was somewhat calm. His voice was a bit cracked, and obviously raked with nervous emotion, but what choice did he have now?

" H-Hello, Silverleaf. Enjoying the night?"

Shifting uneasily, he settled upon his haunches, curling his tail around hisa right flank, letting the tip rest upon his semi-large paws as he waited for her reply, hoping she didn't just turn around now and walk away like she never saw him.

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[riku16]

Silverleaf thought more about Darkfeather,and the other toms.She was frightened lately,had she been doing enough for the clan?The silver tabby stood,tail curling into a question mark shape.How could she tell if she was doing enough.The mere thought of Darkfeather......"Oh,hello Darkfeather.Um..am I doing good for the clan"?She turned her icey gaze to Starclan,the fur on her shoulder bristling."Do you also enjoy late night outings"?She dipped her head to Darkfeather and the bristling shoulders flattened.Weird how she had been thinking about him and he just appeared.Windclan gave her much more respect than those old twolegs.The food tasted better here too.Her whiskers twitched as she caught the distant scent of rabbit and the much closer scent of mouse.She twitched her ears,heard the scrabbling but kept her attention on Darkfeather.She didn`t want him to think she was ignoring him,right?As far as she was concerned the mouse was far away.She sat down and neatly curled her tail over her paws."Yes,Starclan`s shining bright".

[+: Alixa :+]

Darkfeather had always wondered what it would be like to have a family of his own. To have kits to raise and teach, and watch them grow. Some had preferences as to what gender they preferred... If there was ever only one kit in his future mate's litter, he would pray to Starclan for a daughter... He wanted a chance to be that overprotective father. He wanted to be the one that provided her with that fatherly love, making her daddy's little girl. But perhaps it would be best to have a son? So that this way, he could be proud of his son's developing strength and courage? Darkfeather, unlike some, didn't truly care, being glad just to have a kit or two of his own. And the mother of his kits... Oh, he could only dream that the mother would be Silverleaf. But was that inappropriate? Or wishing for too much? He managed to withhold a sigh as he watched her, shifting on his haunches slightly, the tip of his tail rising and falling from time to time. But when her voice reached him, her words caught him off guard. He cleared his throat.

" Of course you are, Silverleaf. You're a great warrior."

He shifted, becoming slightly more uncomfortable. That was the oddest question. But perhaps it was who she was, and the unique character she had that attracted him even further. She watched her icy gaze move to Starclan. He smiled softly, knowing that she would never do anything that was bad for her clan, or against the will of Starclan. She was the last cat he would ever suspect of doing the wrong thing, but then again everyone made mistakes. That's what made everyone mortal and living. Her next words reached his ears, and he twitched his whiskers.

" I do. The night is a beautiful time of the day, I think."

Again, he fell silent, as he watched her move into a sitting positon. He couldn't think of any way that was ever possible for her to be less attractive to him. And surely, that was how the other toms felt, too... But he remained under control, not letting his thoughts spiral out of his power, when he heard her speak once more. He nodded, smiling, his jade eyes reflecting the soft light of the moon and stars.

" Indeed they are..."

A gentle pause, his eyes still upon her own.

" So, what brought you out on this night?"

Was their meeting purely coincidence? Or was it fate? Either way, he waited ther patiently, knowing her sweet voice would soon ring in his ears again.

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