look away on this summer day

[cedar !]

It was a calm night.

nothing was going to change that. a few leaves were already falling off the trees, but that was only because of the wind. a cedar form was rushing through the forest, blurring by. she was running, and fast. it was something she enjoyed to do from time to time, even though it didn’t help her much when she hunted. whenever she hunt, she might as well be crawling to her prey. now, fighting, that was where she shone. she almost never lost a battle, and that was something she prided herself with. a lot of her friends loved to tease her because of this, saying she “acts more like a tom than a she-cat” in all honesty, if she wasn’t so shy, she could be mistaken as a tom.

it was quiet, and she liked it that way. not she would mind if her friends were there, but as long as that cocky tomcat wasn't here, she was happy. she knew him ever since he was a kit, and the fact that he was bigger than her now made her upset. she always picked on him for being the runt of the litter, but now look at him! annoyance boiled in her veins as she thought of the tom now.

"come on, cedarpaw. leave 'um alone." meowed a small white apprentice. the larger feline snorted and shook her head. "why should i? he ain't nothin'. why, a fella like 'im will only be good for fetching moss for the elders." despite not wanting to, the white cat laughed. he shook his head with a grin on his face. "it ain't like he don' anything to ya," the brown cat was trembling now, but there was anger in his eyes. "yeah, guess you're right. still, ain't worth nothin'. c'mon now, let's go see if any of 'um got any hay to play in," she meowed happily, bounding away. leafpaw turned around to the other tomcat and sighed. "sorry fella, she's my girl, can't turn my back on 'er.

when she was brought back to the present, her heart was in pain. she thought about her old friend and lover, leafpaw. ”aw, shucks. why'd you gotta go and get yourself killed?” she meowed to herself. he was her best friend, and he just went and died one day. sighing, the she-cat looked around and yawned. ”huh, well. what to do no-” she didn't finish her sentence because of the noise behind her. a dark form was looming behind her, and for a split second, she got scared. when she saw who it was, she got upset. ”aw. what do you want?” she hissed, turning away from the tomcat.

”you come to annoy me? make me mad? gloat? well, c'mon. give me the best ya' got.” she meowed.

”speak”

ooc) i love southern accents. imagine her with one. bahaha.

[zephie]

Sparrow was lying in his nest, the moss seemed particularly irritating this night. It made him uncomfortable and itchy it was just plain infuriating. That and maybe it was because he just couldn't get to sleep while everyone else was sleeping soundly , here he was tossing and turning like a kit. Heaving a sigh he rolled onto his stomach, his long body stretched out, ever so slightly missing a clanmates head. Tucking his form closer he pushed himself to his paws. His blue eyes glowed brilliantly in the darkness, which was the only visible thing on his body at the moment. Everything else was masked by the pitch darkness that loomed in the den. The light of the moon forbidden here from the bramble lining and mud . Lowering his form he pushed his through the opening of the den. Stepping out into the silver tinted light from above. It caressed his pelt making it glow a soft pale cinnamon brown. His lighter colors enhanced in this light, making him look unreal and majestic.

His head was held high, not to seem better, it was just a habit his body formed. His ears were straight up and alert, and his tail swayed behind him with the light breeze all fluid like and enticing. His eyes darted around the camp, it seemed even quieter outside. Why he found it odd he wasn't quite sure. The chill of the night wrapped its frosted fingers around his form causing him to shiver quickly. After a moment he regained his composure knowing perfectly well that just standing here wasn't going to keep him warm, or make him fall asleep any faster. Taking a few steps out into camp, he paused blinking his illuminated eyes at his surroundings as if someone would come out of the shadows to confront him. When he was sure no one was awake he turned and walked briskly towards the entrance. In the blink of an eye he ducked out of camp and down into the forest.

He was instantly enveloped in darkness his form was hidden as he walked under the tree's. He found it peaceful yet depressing at the same time, if that was possible? The forest now looked dull like a painting made in only black and white, and for some reason he missed the vibrant colors of morning. The orange and yellow shades of the leaves were now gone and he only felt trapped, if it weren't for the patches of moonlight flowing through the canopy above he would turn tail and head back into the open camp. The soft calls of the owl made him feel less alone, and so he walked. The ground beneath his paws were cold and wet, brushing almost eerily against his paws. It reminded him of the wind and of the nest that was growing just as cold now. Before he knew it he broke off into a run. His muscle rippled beneath his thinner tabby coat and his eyes narrowed determinedly. His ears instantly flattened against his cranium and the cold slowly melted away.

How Sparrow missed the burn and adrenaline that came with running. He should do night runs more often, but he had been busy with work around the camp. The eerie feeling he felt before was gone and he only felt excited, the blood was pumping through his veins and he never felt better. It was like his own personal escape, which may sound emo, but he wasn't even close to that. He could feel the dirt underneath his paws shift slightly at his force. His gaze landed on a log up ahead and his body tightened and he sprung over it and landed loudly on the other side.

His chest heaved slightly at this sudden exercise, and he knew he could keep going but for his sake later on he slowed down. His chest rose and fell quickly as his body cooled down, the night air helped just a little to speed up the process. To his surprise a scent drifted into his glands, one he recognized all to well. His face grew stone like, emotionless. But before he could turn and walk back he could hear her speak. ”aw. what do you want?”

Sparrow grunted showing his displeasure at the comment, but said nothing. What did he want from her, nothing. Therefore he said, nothing. He never cared much for the female, ever since his apprentice days when she liked to tease and mock him for his smaller size. It pleased him to know how he grew and proved that he was worth more than she thought. Suppressing a smirk at the thought he turned and slowly started to walk away.

”you come to annoy me? make me mad? gloat? well, c'mon. give me the best ya' got.”...."Speak."[/color] He turned his head back to her. His facial expression never changed, but his eyes narrowed. Taking a few steps towards her he walked into a patch of light, it made his colors glow again as before. His blue eyes, however, seemed darker than usual, in color that is. They seemed more grey blue instead of blue now. "Actually I wasn't looking for you at all."[/color] he stated his voice was cool yet cold at the same time. His eyes stayed narrowed his head lowered. "I was out for a run, not that its any of your business."[/color] his voice was kept cool the coldness was dulled ,but it was implied. Raising his head again he turned to walk away, he didn't need to put up with this anymore. That one moon difference that allowed him to become an apprentice before her was the best moon of his life, he slept in a different den and it was that moon he had started to mature.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]