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Post by jamie103 on Sept 15, 2008 18:47:09 GMT -5
Blackfur beamed in excitement. Finally, she would get to share her idea with Woodstripe! But then she cast glances at Tawnyfur and Frozenheart. She wasn't exactly sure of their beliefs yet. The she-cat wouldn't risk a revolt this soon.
"I'd rather speak to you in private, Woodstripe," Blackfur mewed. She didn't want to sound too straight-forward; better to be polite and calm about it. Otherwise Tawnyfur and Frozenheart might suspect something.
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Post by neffy on Sept 15, 2008 19:59:09 GMT -5
Tawnyfur glanced up. She watched as Woodstripe pressed against her brother, and as his eyes averted and flickered to the tabby beside him. Her answer wasn't important now.
The she-cat was taken aback when Woodstripe addressed Blackfur so casually regarding the deceased. The calico paced a ways back, but still remained in earshot of the two she-cats. Her ears trembled when Blackfur responded. She wanted to speak with her in private? There was anything but privacy in the edifice. And what's more—what could Blackfur offer that Tawnyfur was incapable of hearing?
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Post by Ten on Sept 16, 2008 17:12:03 GMT -5
"What, are you worried Frozenheart will overhear something?" Woodstripe teased. He happened to be looking at her when she said it and pawed her ear. Flinching, she continued without breaking eye contact with Blackfur. "I understand that you'd be uncomfortable sharing your thoughts on this subject, though I'm not convinced that's necessary. Are you worried someone will disagree, get angry and attack you? In that case I'll assure you that you're in no danger."
She then glanced at Tawnyfur, who looked concerned. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by neffy on Sept 16, 2008 18:49:23 GMT -5
Woodstripe's voiced concern pulled the black reality into her now-alert face. Thin eyes grazed the brown tabby's posture, and then sought Blackfur's eager one. Her stare paused on a white figure before returning to the cat who had spoken.
"Not at all," she replied. Tawnyfur's tone waved, but did not betray anything more. A quick smile crossed her features, but as soon as it had come, it disappeared, and with it brought the too-familiar emotionless façade the cats were only accustomed to.
The smile had been automatic. Rarely was such a gesture performed; in fact, Tawnyfur thought nothing of it, and returned casually to her solitude. Her tail flicked once, stirred a drizzle of dust, and then lay limp on her forepaws.
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Post by Ten on Sept 16, 2008 19:07:23 GMT -5
Woodstripe nodded. She took the calico's word for it.
Frozenheart, though he missed the waver in her voice, was paying ample enough attention to notice what seemed to be hidden uncertainty. The tom tilted his head. Despite his excellent vision, he couldn't see why she would lie. He let his eyes ask the question.
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 17, 2008 14:52:33 GMT -5
Frustration heated Blackfur's paws. Why couldn't Woodstripe understand that this needed to be private? "Please, Woodstripe," she begged. "I'd really rather share this with you alone." To herself, she thought, And the subject I'm reffering to has nothing to do with the dead.
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Post by Ten on Sept 17, 2008 18:14:47 GMT -5
Brief confusion muddled her yellow-green eyes. Woodstripe blinked, then gave a small smile. "Alone as we can get, then." Padding to a new location, the tabby wondered why Blackfur had been so adamant about it. ooc| She went here. |
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Post by neffy on Sept 18, 2008 18:08:51 GMT -5
Tawnyfur observed an ant as it moved across some pebbles around her feet. The black insect paused, climbed over a few small rocks, and then disappeared into the fur on her left forepaw. She stood, and then flicked the foot the ant had crawled into. The tickle of the leggy creature's curiosity ebbed and the silly satisfaction made her eyes glow.
Just as she prepared to lie down, a familiar prickling erupted on the nape of her neck. Frowning, she turned and caught Frozenheart's gaze. In their blue mass, question sorted his face into an identical façade.
Her own eyes sought an understanding. What had he heard—and then she scolded her ignorance. Had he perhaps caught something in her posture, the lack of truth in her eyes? She found his face again and remembered something Woodstripe had told her: "He can read mouths."
Tawnyfur's ears flapped mildly as Blackfur and Woodstripe walked past. They gained their privacy with each pawstep taken. There were cats in earshot; Tawnyfur tilted her chin up and murmured silent words:
'I don't know how you know, but you do, so I'm just going to mouth it. I don't agree with your sister.' Tawnyfur pursed her lips; she faintly recalled Brushface prattling on about how she pursed her lips quite often and it was usually when she was concerned or nervous over something. "I guess that's all the time then, huh," Tawnyfur had replied nonchalantly to her great-grandmother. Brushface only laughed and rolled around in the sand.
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Post by Ten on Sept 18, 2008 20:31:12 GMT -5
His expression didn't change. She hadn't answered his question. That she disagreed with his sister was no surprise; he didn't either. Yet she seemed so concerned about it. Disagreement between cats was nothing new, she knew that.
Frozenheart stepped closer and pressed his large form against hers in an affectionate rub. Turning his head, he gave her the same confused look, asking for clarification.
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Post by neffy on Sept 21, 2008 19:41:27 GMT -5
Tawnyfur shuffled her paws and pressed her lips into a formidable line. His blunt affection surprised her; and yet, she did not shy away. They were both aware she hadn't answered his question in full but hedged and applied the obvious. Why had she lied? She'd never cared what the others thought of her–that was apparent whenever she talked with Brushface.
She found his gaze; her forehead gathered in discursive folds. "I don't know, really. Maybe it was instictive, or perhaps I didn't want to arouse something that could be avoided," she said. Tawnyfur didn't bother mouthing this, as it wouldn't matter if her words were silent or loud.
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