July 14, 2020 at 1:17 am #7311ShyParticipant
The Deputy of Windclan
Smiling at his description of Runningwolf, she carefully stored each bit of information, deciding to keep every little detail of who Eveningstorm was tucked away inside her memory. Hopefully everything she learned about him would help her better understand him. Desertrose frowned as she heard him speak of Thistleheart’s passing, the magnitude of his loss sweeping over her.
Behind the masked smile he wore, his eyes told a different story; one that was plain and clear. “Neither was I, but I do remember the incident now that you speak of it,” her voice was barely above a whisper as she faintly recalled that day. It was very hard for her to understand exactly he felt, though. Emotions weren’t her strong suit, and she didn’t have any close relationships with her kin. If tragedy were to ever befall them, she’d be unaffected by it. Not wanting to make things awkward, however, she let him change the subject.
The light of day had begun to change from baby blues to hues of orange and scarlet, soon darkening to obsidian. In the place of fluffy clouds were now small flecks of starlight. She’d been so absorbed in their conversation that she‘d hardly realized how much time had passed between them. Strange. Time never slipped away from her like this when she was with anyone else.
Desertrose offered him a reassuring smile. “You’re not boring me at all, Eveningstorm,” her laugh was soft and lighthearted as she considered his question, soon answering him after a moment of thought. “Hm. Rabbit fur. I’d imagine the quills would end up poking me in my sleep,” she grinned, “And you?” she asked, taking the opportunity to drink him in before turning away to look back at the twinkling sky.July 21, 2020 at 6:02 pm #7460FearedParticipant
Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior
He blinked slowly as he noticed that Desertrose was respecting his space and she wasn’t dwelling on his feelings, which was a relief. He was a tough tomcat but he also knew that he could be quite emotional, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle talking about sweet Thistleheart for too long. At least he had Startledcrow. Breathing in deeply, his breath was rumbling from the mucus that quickly hovered over his lungs, beginning him to cry so that he would release his emotions and clear his nasal ways. However, he was not taking the bait and took a moment to smile in the she-cats direction. Although, he felt himself freeze up when he gazed upon her. Desertrose was a very beautiful she-cat, and with the sun beginning to set and hide behind the mountains, the color of the sky only made her golden and rose gold colored pelt stand out that much more against the moor grass. His cheeks were aflame as he realized that perhaps he was staring at her for too long, clearing his throat of the mucus and looked away from the she-cat before she could catch him.
Thin ears twitched slightly as he caught the soft sound of a laugh, his dark amber eyes instantly moving towards the molly with interest. Her laugh was most certainly intriguing, he had never heard it before and right then he knew that he wanted to hear it over and over again. His gaze subconsciously softened as he watched Desertrose think about his question, his steps slowing to where he was now walking beside of her. She may have been uncomfortable with whatever she was feeling for him, but he wasn’t going anywhere. A chuckle slipped past his ivory lips as she proclaimed that she would like her nest with rabbit fur, causing him to smile. “That was the correct answer.” He winked, looking ahead of himself before he shrugged as she questioned him. “Uhhh… neither. I’ve always been a push over for the fur of a squirrels tail.” He admitted sheepishly with a grin, glancing towards her.July 27, 2020 at 2:07 am #7577ShyParticipant
The Deputy of Windclan
When she heard him say neither, she laughed even louder this time, amused that he would present two choices that weren’t even his own. Desertrose looked over at him, her eyes practically glowing in the fading light. “You’re one peculiar tom, Eveningstorm,” she purred, her voice warm and full of laughter. Eyes meeting with his, she found him staring at her with an expression she hadn’t seen before. There was something about the way he looked at her now that seemed much softer than before. At that, everything inside her suddenly twisted into a mess of emotions and vibrating anxiety, and she turned away. She had no idea what she was doing with him or why she felt this way around him, only that she couldn’t stop how she was feeling even if she wanted to.
Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to the setting sun as it sank beneath the tree line. “Pretty, isn’t it?” she asked him, slowing to a stop to admire each and every color. Her eyes were steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays of dusk before twilight called upon the stars. A calmness settled over her with the wind that softly ruffled her fur. Normally this was something she would do alone, but today she shared this quiet little moment with Eveningstorm, and it felt nice. As night deepened, fireflies began to blink in green embers all around them. One in particular drifted close to Desertrose’s face, and with curious eyes, she slowly reached out a paw, careful not to hurt it as it landed on her nose.
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