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° 32 Moons ° years old
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Post by ♡ Witheredrose ♡ on Oct 4, 2021 17:40:28 GMT -5Tag, Words "What is a King to a God?" To many, a ghost is how this little feline appeared. Materializing into existence from seemingly thin air, only to disappear with the blink of an eye, the flicker of a heartbeat. And yet to Witheredrose, this was merely speculation. Of course the tom had heard the stories of such a creature within his lands, and of course he too was curious of it’s origin, but standing here before the little she-cat it was all too clear that she was of the same as he. Flesh and blood. As crimson optics first laid upon her, he noticed something unfitting of her title of ’Ghost.’ A billow of vapor escaping her maw, a sign of warmth, a sign of life within the chilly night air. This kit was not one from beyond the grave, and upon this amused realization, the deputy saw no threat in approaching her. What a delightful turn of events that seemed to be~ His presence appeared to startle the young one all for but a moment, widened hues relaxing to that of unbothered within heartbeats of registering him. How peculiar you are~ Witheredrose mused to himself silently as the white-furred feline studied him nonchalantly. It was strange to say in the least, how carelessly she pattered towards him, how fearlessly she stood tall in front of a tom over triple her meager size, and lest we forget he didn’t appear to be the most inviting tom to address due to the impressive scar knarling upon the right side of his body. Yet there she was, a paw raising to place it gently upon the vibrant pink of his heart-shaped nose, a single word spoken from the lips of a child was all the albino tom needed to confirm his assumption. ”What a surprise,” He murmured in amusement, his own curanium tipping as she inspected the area around him, the echos of a friendly smile painting upon his features. ”May I have the pleasure of hearing your name, lost one?” A question gifted with polite curiosity, and with it, the deputy allowed his form to rise once again to step out of her path, head tilting to motion her to follow. The little kit was far from well-fed, that alone led Witheredrose to the assumption that she traveled alone, it was quite impressive that she made it thus far if such a thing was the case. Crimson hues shifted up to gaze at the moon, as he contemplated in silence, the gentle breeze within the night offering petals gifted from the wisteria trees the decorated the forest around them, hues of purple, blue and pink drifting around the pale-furred felines in a dance, swirling and mixing upon the outskirts of their figures before creating ripples as they settled upon the water. It was a quiet night, a peaceful night for catching stray spirits. Alas, his mind was made up, and with a comforting hum, the tom glanced down to the little figure before him. ”Perhaps a lovely lady such as yourself would like to accompany to a meal? I would enjoy the company.” With the whisk of his tail, Witheredrose turned, glancing back to offer a playful wink. ”Perhaps you could aid me in bringing home my prey load? A strong kit such as the likes of you would be perfect for such a difficult task, and who knows~ you might just find comfort within our camp walls yes?” Witheredrose ○ He/Him ○ Deputy ○ 32 Moons |
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Post by ghost on Nov 6, 2021 11:54:57 GMT -5
If there was any fear present in her little heart it did not show - or perhaps she wasn't quite so familiar with the sensation. Once her paw had come into contact with the shape of the larger feline's nose she seemed satisfied and dropped back down onto her haunches before him, head tipping to one side as he remained before her. The young alabaster she hadn't always been alone, but it was clear she was a bit too young to properly navigate the trials of it now that she was. Little ribs had began to show at her sides and she only really had luck in catching fireflies on her own, most actual food was out of the question.
Her naivety to the world around her also extended to even the simplest of questions - what was her name? Her mind drifted back to the days the caretakers would come to see her, a mixture of strained guardianship and resentment. Socialization was foreign to her, she wasn't familiar with what they had called her, so she repeated the same word she had heard over and over again whenever the moon cats thought they had spotted her. "I'm Ghost."
Her ears immediately flicked forward and she rose to all fours as the white warrior stood and turned away, anxious paws shifting her weight at the thought of being all alone again. Except, he seemed to be beckoning her forward, pausing to look back for her instead of merely leaving and disappearing into the fog like the caretakers had.
The little feline hesitated, not wanting to spend any more time in uncertain isolation and the hunger in an empty belly meeting the uncertainty of following the stranger into the unknown head on. The battle in her head was turbulent but brief as her paws finally carried her forward to his side. "I follow." She confirmed, pale gray eyes watching him carefully as her heart skipped a few beats in her chest in anticipation for what was to come.
Her naivety to the world around her also extended to even the simplest of questions - what was her name? Her mind drifted back to the days the caretakers would come to see her, a mixture of strained guardianship and resentment. Socialization was foreign to her, she wasn't familiar with what they had called her, so she repeated the same word she had heard over and over again whenever the moon cats thought they had spotted her. "I'm Ghost."
Her ears immediately flicked forward and she rose to all fours as the white warrior stood and turned away, anxious paws shifting her weight at the thought of being all alone again. Except, he seemed to be beckoning her forward, pausing to look back for her instead of merely leaving and disappearing into the fog like the caretakers had.
The little feline hesitated, not wanting to spend any more time in uncertain isolation and the hunger in an empty belly meeting the uncertainty of following the stranger into the unknown head on. The battle in her head was turbulent but brief as her paws finally carried her forward to his side. "I follow." She confirmed, pale gray eyes watching him carefully as her heart skipped a few beats in her chest in anticipation for what was to come.
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