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Post by Ten on Sept 21, 2008 20:16:33 GMT -5
Frozenheart looked down and shook his head at the latter part of her sentence.
Avoided? Ever since he had learned of his sister's intentions, a conflict had seemed inevitable. Still, he did do his best not to arouse an argument.
He understood what she meant. It didn't seem like anything to lie over, though.
The large, white tom plopped himself onto the hard ground and looked up at her. His blue eyes livened with curiosity. The calico seemed to be an able-bodied cat, from what he could see. Why would she reject clan-life?
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Post by neffy on Sept 21, 2008 20:26:33 GMT -5
Tawnyfur watched him settle down into the floor. Again, his eyes swelled with emotion. Such a curious tom, she thought. She observed him quietly, not quite sure what to say. It was obvious by the glow of his eyes he was eager in knowing something.
"What?" she mewed. Ignorance made her wary, and her face warmed in suspicion.
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Post by Ten on Sept 21, 2008 20:38:19 GMT -5
She didn't think she could make him talk, did she?
Frozenheart only stared. It didn't matter what she said. Seeing her mew anything would satisfy him. He liked watching cats talk - and he'd admit he preferred watching she-cats talk. In particular, ones of his own age.
His gaze continued, unrelenting, though more docile than before. He had never known a cat who did not feel uncomfortable under one such gaze.
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Post by neffy on Sept 21, 2008 20:52:14 GMT -5
There was a brief moment in which she thought a hint of arrogance crossed his features, but if it had come, it vanished just the same. She'd questioned him in hopes that he would talk; his mouth barely twitched.
Adamant tom, she thought. Tawnyfur returned his stare and parted her jaws.
"Really, Frozeneart. Not even a hint?" She nudged his shoulder lightly, her eyes glittering.
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Post by Ten on Sept 21, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
"Hint"? So she thought he was holding some mysterious secret in his gaze? His pride swelled. He must have much more handsome eyes than he thought.
In response to her nudge, he gave a half-hearted bat at her ankle without breaking eye-contact. She wanted to know what he was thinking? Let her guess.
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Post by neffy on Sept 21, 2008 22:03:41 GMT -5
Again, that flicker of pride. She pursed her lips and realized she'd have to figure this one out on her own. What really was he so curious about he'd go to such lengths as to create this "guessing game"? Tawnyfur pondered.
"Is it why I hold your gaze unflinchingly for so long?" No, that sounded too simple. Her thoughts wandered past their conversation–if it could be called that–to when he first asked–not in so many words–why she'd lied. She racked her brain. She remembered reading the confusion in his eyes in response to her fib. So why had he been so concerned? Could it be because she wouldn't seem like someone who would reject the structure of Clan-life?
Her eyes glowed; her gaze never wavered once from his.
"Do you think Clan-life is something I'd accept?"
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Post by Ten on Sept 21, 2008 22:10:34 GMT -5
In one slow, small movement, he responded with something between a shrug and a nod. He couldn't see why not. Maybe she just didn't want anyone (Woodstripe) to boss her around. He tried not to smirk thinking that, in that case, she must hate feeling like she had to answer his wordless questions.
The look he gave her was something to the effect of, "Why not?"
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Post by neffy on Sept 29, 2008 21:51:33 GMT -5
She watched him shrug, and then her own shoulders trembled.
"I've grown up all my life as an independent, and the thought of change, in truth, frightens me."
Tawnyfur had never opened up to anyone but Brushface, and she'd only done so mainly because her elder kin didn't secure any sense of mind to comprehend the knowledge behind her words. The she-cat didn't know why she now confessed this to Frozenheart. She squirmed and pawed the ground in aimless movements, all the while searching his face with narrowed eyes.
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Post by Ten on Sept 30, 2008 20:00:35 GMT -5
Frozenheart observed her kneading the ground as if she had crickets in her paws for a few seconds, taking in what she had told him and mulling it over. The white tom then stood and stepped closer to her, meeting her narrowed gaze with his austere blue eyes. The curiosity in them remained. She needed to clarify.
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Post by neffy on Sept 30, 2008 22:29:47 GMT -5
Tawnyfur pursed her lips, and then parted them slightly.
“Persistent and annoying; with such admirable qualities as these, it is a strange thing yours and your sister’s views don’t see eye to eye,” she murmured, her brow folding to firm her stare. Her own curiosities helped delay the elucidation Frozenheart sought, but did not undo the duration of his stare.
“How much more can I clarify?” she pleaded. “The only change throughout my life was not in my control. I’ve heard stories of Clan-life; everyone has. Only, stories are but sticks of light to this dark hole; a morsel of laughter among a mob of grim. Sure, there once lived a Clan; a happy, smiling Clan that swam through water and gazed at a sky. But like all stories, there is an ending, and we are that ending to the story and Clan. The end.”
The she-cat paused, breathed through her nose, and studied his blue, glowing eyes. “For decades, our ancestors survived on this stretch of sealed territory without a Clan; so, why change it now?”
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