Stoatstream Stoatstream
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
ShadowClan
Thief
SOMETHING SACRED
HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW
Stars, Stoatstream had no idea how long it had been since she sought her friend for some quality time. Then again, when had she last spent time with her friends? The thought left a bitter taste in her maw, something she promptly decided not to stew on. Rather, she decided to seek time with her friend instead, greeting Sealdawn with a smile and purr.
"Seal!" She headbutted her friend with her usual greeting, tail flickering behind her. "Are you free of any patrols for today? I thought maybe we could go poke about the twoleg place together, if you'd like?" Stoatstream did not utter the obvious, the fact that they had both been so caught up in responsibilities. Seal had graduated moons before she did, and by the time Stoat had, the famine had already sunk its fangs into the clan. Any free time had been spent hunting or caring for her siblings.
But the reassurance of her father's survival had struck the molly with the notion of not taking cats for granted. They may find prey out there, but that was a bonus. Really, for once, Stoatstream just wanted some small joy in the company of a dear friend. Sealdawn had changed a lot since they were both apprentices, after all, the marring of her pelt was impossible to ignore, something though she did not breathe a word of. Things had changed; that was inevitable, but Seal would always be the kind cat Stoat grew up with, that apprentice with glittering eyes and an admiration for the world would always be there.
She rose to her paws, face crinkling with a smile. "Maybe we can find some keepsakes, or better yet, catch more of those mice I saw." Even if they did not come back with pray, Stoatstream thought that--for once--the two of them deserved to be a tiny bit selfish. Seal was a lot like Stoat in that way, a little too fast to put others before themselves. And, if they did get in trouble, she would take the blame for them any day, because oh, the Star's knew how much Seal deserved a little respite. Stoatstream knew, that was for certain.
"Seal!" She headbutted her friend with her usual greeting, tail flickering behind her. "Are you free of any patrols for today? I thought maybe we could go poke about the twoleg place together, if you'd like?" Stoatstream did not utter the obvious, the fact that they had both been so caught up in responsibilities. Seal had graduated moons before she did, and by the time Stoat had, the famine had already sunk its fangs into the clan. Any free time had been spent hunting or caring for her siblings.
But the reassurance of her father's survival had struck the molly with the notion of not taking cats for granted. They may find prey out there, but that was a bonus. Really, for once, Stoatstream just wanted some small joy in the company of a dear friend. Sealdawn had changed a lot since they were both apprentices, after all, the marring of her pelt was impossible to ignore, something though she did not breathe a word of. Things had changed; that was inevitable, but Seal would always be the kind cat Stoat grew up with, that apprentice with glittering eyes and an admiration for the world would always be there.
She rose to her paws, face crinkling with a smile. "Maybe we can find some keepsakes, or better yet, catch more of those mice I saw." Even if they did not come back with pray, Stoatstream thought that--for once--the two of them deserved to be a tiny bit selfish. Seal was a lot like Stoat in that way, a little too fast to put others before themselves. And, if they did get in trouble, she would take the blame for them any day, because oh, the Star's knew how much Seal deserved a little respite. Stoatstream knew, that was for certain.
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YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS
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YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH
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STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw & Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.