Post by Chey on May 18, 2024 1:31:18 GMT -5
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 30 moons
Role: Warrior
word count: 284 || tags: Alchemist Kitsune
A throng of colorful birds flew overhead, standing out against the expanse of grey clouds that blanketed the sky and catching the eye of the silver-furred warrior as she awoke from an afternoon nap. Silverstripe watched the flock disappear over a canopy of trees, their distant chirps and calls fading as they flew further away from the camp. The she-cat rose from her nest, having rested only for a short while after completing her chores for the day, and elected to find herself a source of entertainment rather than sleep the remainder of the day away.
She padded to the middle of the clearing, glancing around to find another cat to interact with when her gaze fell upon Grayflame—alone, as usual. Silverstripe hadn't really conversed much with her reclusive deputy; the prickly cat seemed to prefer keeping to himself when he wasn't training his apprentice whereas the she-cat tended to drift towards the more sociable circles in the Clan. She decided today was going to be the day that she would start attempting to bring him out of his shell. No cat should go through life without friends, and she was determined to become his first.
With resoluteness, Silverstripe trotted over to him, making certain that she was wearing her friendliest smile as she approached the tom in hopes that he wouldn't immediately try to send her away. "Heya Grayflame! Do you have a moment to spare?" The she-cat planted her haunches on the ground before him, her tail brushing along the earth in smooth sweeping motions. "Seeing as we've been clanmates for so long and never really spoken to one another, I figured I'd be the first to break the ice!"
She padded to the middle of the clearing, glancing around to find another cat to interact with when her gaze fell upon Grayflame—alone, as usual. Silverstripe hadn't really conversed much with her reclusive deputy; the prickly cat seemed to prefer keeping to himself when he wasn't training his apprentice whereas the she-cat tended to drift towards the more sociable circles in the Clan. She decided today was going to be the day that she would start attempting to bring him out of his shell. No cat should go through life without friends, and she was determined to become his first.
With resoluteness, Silverstripe trotted over to him, making certain that she was wearing her friendliest smile as she approached the tom in hopes that he wouldn't immediately try to send her away. "Heya Grayflame! Do you have a moment to spare?" The she-cat planted her haunches on the ground before him, her tail brushing along the earth in smooth sweeping motions. "Seeing as we've been clanmates for so long and never really spoken to one another, I figured I'd be the first to break the ice!"