Finding peace [Open~ :3] Week 4

[survvie]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2w4zh2d.jpg] It was a crisp morning, a cold, clear morning, that made the blue of the sky that much bluer and the view of Bright Peak much... brighter. Crowning the top of the monstrous landmark was the lithe form of a Frostclan feline- colored as dark as the mountain rocks surrounding him, and sitting as quietly and still as those same ice-dusted boulders. Pale green eyes peeked out beneath furry eyelids, gazing out at the terrain in glimpses and peeks, attempting to avoid the cutting wind that prickled at his eyes and made the tips of his small ears the slightest bit numb. He shifted in position the tiniest bit- sending the layer of new, powdery snow that had formed on his back since he had come to the vantage point, tumbling to mix with the blank canvas on the ground. The black cat stirred once more, as if waking himself from a deep sleep, and blinked slitted eyes open, despite the icy fingers of the wind that made him want to close his eyes once more. His gaze, despite the raising and lowering of eyelids, never faltered from the great view, however- he couldn't bring himself to look away. Before him stretched their territory, and at the edges of that, the territory of the fellow clans. It was enough to send such a wave of pride and boastfulness through his body, that the tom cat puffed out his chest appreciatively, and let out a rumbling purr. Their clan- it's lengths of frosted terrain, and the impressive mountains they claimed as home- all were breathtaking things to behold. His musing over the blank canvas that stretched forward was interrupted by the clamor of paw-steps coming up the slop, and the faint patter of loosened snow tumbling down the mountain. Pantherstrike didn't bother to turn, for he knew it had to be one of his own clan members- after all, what mouse-brain from the other clans would even want to attempt coming up into their icy world, rather than remaining in the warmth of their own lands? So the tom merely settled back, as calm and easy going as always, and waited for whoever had wandered up to greet him- or, if words were not their way, to simply move forward or move off. pantherstrike does pantherstrike speaks pantherstrike thinks ooc; not my best starting post, but i felt like doing something with my frostclan boy. c: soooo... come one and all, cats of frostclan, and bother this feline~ table (c) survvie, stock credit goes to M.Z. of flickr

[harmony]

Delicate, silver paws padded through the forest, trotting. The she-cat bearing them sighed deeply, breathing in the open air around her and her lips curling up in a sweet, slight smile. She had been hesitant to come out this morning, but now she was glad that she did. The air was as fresh as could be. It was crisp and gorgeous, and so fresh. You can't get this air anywhere else... she thought with pride, her eyes widening at every dewy leaf and gazing up in wonder at the blue sky. There was no other place in the world that could ever be as wonderful.

Silentpaw was technically not supposed to be out this early by herself. She was only 8 moons, after all. She was barely able to call herself an apprentice. But if age was based on maturity, and the things we see in every day life, she'd be the wisest elder. She could be trusted. She just hoped that her clanmates realized that. She could never speak to them about it, after all. It was an honnors system, really. For Silentpaw didn't get her name for nothing. She couldn't speak. At all. And it was the most lonely thing in the world. She hoped that no one else ever had to go through the lonliness she often felt.

Nearing the camp, her paw steps crunching in the fresh snow, she approached the dens, about to hop into the one for apprentices. But she had no idea that the large black tom was standing right there.

She took an intake of breath, so sharp and quick it hurt the back of her throat. Silentpaw's dread grew a bit, like a shadow in the back of her heart. The apprentice backed up a bit, her sorrowful blue eyes glittering up at the large warrior before her. She looked at him with a curiosity that said "I want to know you, but I can't be the one to ask questions". It was a familiar look to her, and she displayed it well as she gazed up at his strong eyes.

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