Down by the willow || AstraDrop

by Astral on Sun Oct 25, 2020 8:09 pm

Soft white paws creep delicately away from the warmth and security of a occupied den. Where most would be reluctant to leave a nest so comfortable, she had never been reassured by relaxation. The life, though young as it was, she'd lived was one turbulent with independence. Certainty and security where weaknesses in this stormy existence, and it was a hard habit for her to shake off - trusting people again. As the dawn crept gentle over the sky, Astral would make her way through the underbrush, feeling a mental tug on her leg, as though a red string forbade her to travel too far. She looks down at her paw, confirming it's lack of existence, before resuming her journey up a small hill, a clearing opening it to the dim golden sunlight. It wasn't yet high enough to warm her face, but bright nontheless to force her pale yellow hues to squint as she gazed out over the territory so vast and uncertain. As she watched nothing in particular, she reflects quietly on the realization that she's not tempted to follow it. That ghost of a trail, whisper of a new sight - she wasn't a creature of curiosity, not one who enjoyed travel, but she liked perusing the horizon. If the world was so unpredictable, she could at least control when it surprised her. But...not today, it seemed. Today, she was okay with just watching. For once...no, for a while now, she was okay with waiting.

She may have some bad habits to shake off, but she had learned a thing or two.
Looking over her shoulder, she wondered how long it would take Mapledrop to wake.

by **.nico.** on Sun Oct 25, 2020 9:05 pm

MAPLEDROP

LONER / WANDERER / A LILAC TABBY AMERICAN CURL

With a yawn, the former ShadowClanner awoke. The sun bright in her eyes as they fluttered open. Her best friend, her love had been awake for an unknown amount of time. Astral was staring at the horizon until she looked back at her over her shoulder. A smile curled her lips as she rose to her paws. Stretching for a moment, the tabby padded towards the dilute caliby. Her heart fluttered every time she saw the tough feline, the love in her heart overtaking her. Yet to say the words, Mapledrop always wanted to confess the truth. For now, it was unspoken. One day, the molly would confess. They could maybe find a place to live and start a life together. "Hey, Astral." The large feline found herself sitting beside Astral, smile down at her happily.

"How long have you been awake?" The question was friendly, curious. "Hopefully, you haven't been up too long waiting on me. Sound have woken me up when you did." The cool chill in the air was a reminder that soon it would be leaf-bare and the two of them had to survive together. That meant Mapledrop stepping up to the plate. "Want to go for a hunt? We'll need some food before we continue to travel."

by Astral on Fri Nov 06, 2020 8:42 pm

ASTRAL
Loner | Petite dilute torbie | she-cat | tags

”speech”
The former thunderclanner would hear her companion's - her partner's - approach. Not feeling the need to look back, she'd listen to Mapledrop as her heavier paws gently and easily crackled leaves and crushed grass. There was strength in those paws, danger behind those sheathed talons. An old habit - Astral felt the fur along her spine rise. She was suddenly thrust back in time, sobbing beneath a twoleg trash box as paws just as heavy and fearsome clawed for her, reaching closer and closer - she opens a tear-blurry eye to see a face glaring right back --

Full of adoration and joy, Mapledrop stares at Astral, shocking the smaller woman out of her memories. She sags ever so slightly, a ghost of a smile whispering along her maw though it never quite fully softened her gaze. She feels, instead a prickle of nervousness, a cold sweep of bitterness. How? How can someone like Maple look at Astral with such...such...that? Astral searches her partner (in crime, in journey, in...)'s face, but she finds no answer in that golden glow face as Maple babbles inquiries. "Not long, and no, ” she responds to the joy with clipped neutrality - another bad habit. She swollows, glancing away, and mews, "You looked peaceful” she thinks back to waking up, to looking down at the softly snoring giantess. The softness in her cheeks, the life in her rising chest. Gentle as much in sleep as she is in waking. Astral feels a warm bubble surface from her chest, which she quickly nudges away when Mapledrop asks about hunting.

All business again, Astral rises to her feet, "Good idea. I'm certain I saw an acorn tree nearby, we should start there” she suggests, turning on her paws and heading in the direction she remembered. Again, she felt no need to look back. She never has to, knowing Mapledrop. That makes Astral smile to herself - this time, it reaches her gaze.

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