who are you to me | lace

[➽ silvertide]

the heat of the day seemed to set the entire marsh on a low simmer. it was a particularly hot day, the air was muggy and worse yet, bugs filled the air. silvertide was not a huge fan of insects herself, particularly mosquitos. they bred easily in the stagnant water that surrounded camp, gangly bodies buzzing annoyingly around your head in the day time, and feasting on you relentlessly at night. if you weren't careful, they would literally eat you alive. the pretty femme currently had large bite to her neck, a tender area that was one of the most annoying. it constantly itched, and she could find no relief from the impulsive scratching that the lump compelled. she'd been trying to ignore it all day - hunting in the morning, taking snowpaw out at sun-high, and then now taking a seat in the shadows. silently she cursed tempestclan's location, and everything within its borders.

even the shade was warm, much to her annoyance. at least its not cold. how silvertide hated the cold. her thinner pelt failed miserably during the deepest times of leaf-bare, the terrible chills and unshakeable numbness that settled into her limbs almost unbearable. she'd much rather suffer the heat than have no way of warming up in the cold. a dip in the stream didn't sound so bad, she could ask Icetalon if he wanted to come along. Light blue gaze sweeping slowly around camp, he was no where to be seen. Out being mischievous, no doubt. it didn't matter - she would wait for his return. raising a hind leg the pale she-cat froze, and threw it to the ground. damn mosquitos! how would it ever heal if she kept messing with it?

[→ kestrelflight]

kestrelflight

Perhaps sun-high had not been the best time to surface from the den and socialize. A petite tortoiseshell worked her way out of the warriors den, her fur instantly heating up as the harsh rays from the sun dug through. She split her maw for a yawn, momentarily breaking the smile she always seemed to be wearing. Twitching her whiskers, the black and orange she-cat padded around the clearing, toward the fresh-kill pile. She would take the smallest kill she could find- leave the better for the weak and the hungry- and replenish it two fold later. That's one thing she had always been good at- giving more than she took. Taking long strides to stretch out her spine, the still-sleepy she-cat mulled around the different dens, calling her hi's and hello's to her clanmates.


The fluffy she-cat gave way to her thoughts as she approached the pile, noticing how the camp was well awake with a buzz- except the buzzing was not from her clanmates. Being sun-high, most of her clanmates were out and about on hunting and border patrols. Most of the warriors had apprentices to train, as well. Nosing past a plump shrew and stocky bird, Kestrelflight enjoyed the look of fresh prey from new-leaf, though the leaves themselves weren't quite new. Finally settling on a small mouse, the warrior picked it up gently, and padded to the side of the clearing. Just as she was about to sit down and muse to herself, she spotted her clanmates Silvertide sitting by herself.


Mouse in maw, the female warrior padded over to the silver she-cat with a friendly air about her. She approached quietly, but made sure to kick up dirt to announce her presence. The dirt formed a small dust cloud behind her, revealing just how hot it was- though the air was saturated with water, the ground was crying out in thirst. Pausing for a moment, the she-cat dropped the mouse gingerly and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws. "Good day, Silvertide." She noticed the she-cat reaching up to scratch what appeared to be a largely swollen bug bite, before realizing her mistake and thrusting her foot into the dirt. Blinking against the dirt from her thud, Kestrelflight leaned in closer, narrowing her eyes. "Perhaps you should get that checked out. It looks as if it may be getting infect. Have you been scratching it a lot recently?"  Unable to seize her rambling, the tortoiseshell continued. "Maybe we can put some dressing on it to protect it. I can clean it for you if you'd like.' Flicking her whiskers, the patched she-cat blinked her wide, green eyes up to Silvertide, nothing but motherly concern and friendliness detectable. 

[➽ silvertide]

Her mind rarely had a chance to wonder. She was always busying herself somehow, always to the benefit of the clan. Or, if one looked more closely, she also vigilantly tended to her large and ever-growing family that seemed to dominate Tempestclan, for the most part. Silvertide was fiercely protective of them all, distant or immediate. That's what family was for, wasn't it? Even now her mind lingered on her kin; Dreamstar had told her she and Longshadow made it official. He was queer and reclusive, and she'd heard him make a bitter comment more than once. He had little to offer in bloodline or genetics, and personally the she-cat wished her half sister had chosen better. Starclan knew she could of picked anyone in the forest. But, all the same, it was out of her paws - surely if they decided to have kits they would come out like their mother, so her worries were pointless.

The beautiful warrior hadn't noticed the sleepy Kestrelflight, and gazed distantly out into the hot fen with frosty blue eyes. It was only when a cloud of dust was scratched into existence was her attention shifted. Her initial reaction was surprise, which quickly led into guarded curiosity. She'd not spoken much to the tortoiseshell, and knew little about her. She watched quaintly as the mouse rolled from the petite other's jaws to plop onto the dusty ground, scooting back an inch from it. The fresh scent stirred her hunger, but Silvertide had little interest in eating with a stranger. "Good day, Silvertide."  Slowly she paid the other a nod. As her clan mate leaned in, the silver cat bristled slightly, growing wary. What was the big idea, getting involved with her personal space? "Perhaps you should get that checked out. It looks as if it may be getting infect. Have you been scratching it a lot recently?" "I'm pretty sure I'm fine." The she-cat's tone was as dry as the clearing around them.  "Maybe we can put some dressing on it to protect it. I can clean it for you if you'd like." "Really," Is she dense? "I'm okay." Pale blue gave a reproachful look at green. The resting warrior wanted just that - rest. It was nice and all, the offer, but she could take care of herself.