BRIGHTNOSE ──
skyclan | warrior
Brightnose has been restless, to say the least, from having to wait around for her paw to heal before she can get back to pulling her usual amount of weight as a SkyClan warrior. She didn't regret joining the fight at the ThunderClan border by any means, but it's still incredibly annoying to have to avoid her wound reopening from using her paw too much, especially when her hunting skills are needed to prepare for leaf-bare…
Regardless, Brightnose was out in the territory now, half-limping around just to get some fresh air for a while. She values her solitude, and while she enjoys time with her Clanmates, sometimes she just needs a break. She'll just go to the RiverClan border for a drink of water, maybe look for some moss or herbs to make up for those that Swallowbreeze had used for Brightnose's wound, and then she'll go back to camp. Just a quick back and forth, or so she thought.
When she arrives at the border, she's a bit surprised to find a lone RiverClanner already at the river, leaning down to drink from the sparkling, crisp water. Brightnose stops, watching the other she-cat from the treeline - and the longer she looks, the more she can feel something stirring within her that makes her heart flutter and her ears burn.
Perhaps it's just the way that the sun makes this RiverClanner's sleek, cinnamon fur glisten in a way Brightnose has never seen before. Maybe it's the way her tail idly swishes, a brillant white plume that mesmerizes Brightnose, green eyes following it back and forth. Why did she come here again? Does it matter? This is quite possibly the most beautiful cat that Brightnose has ever seen.
But, as it often does for her, panic begins to set in when Brightnose considers approaching the other cat. She suddenly feels very small, and the back of her throat is dry. Oh, right. Water, she remembers suddenly. I came here for, um… water.
She feels more nervous than a skittering field mouse, but she wills herself to pad forward, trying not to make her limp look weird. How a limp can look 'weird', she's not sure, but if there was ever a time that she'd make it so then she doesn't want it to be now. Maintaining a reasonable distance from the cat across the river, she sits near the edge of the bank where its current is slower. She flicks her tail in simple greeting while trying not to stare. StarClan, please don't let me look dumb right now, she thinks in silent prayer.
"Looks like somecat had the same idea as me," she mews, trying to make her smile the most polite it's ever been. Her heart threatens to leap from her chest when she steals another glance at the RiverClan beauty; she's even prettier up close. Brightnose leans down to lap up some of the cold river water before her ears turn red with infatuation, and its chill is at least somewhat grounding.
"Are you on patrol?" she asks; she can't see anycat else with her. Please say no, she thinks. She wants to talk to this cat, to learn her name, anything. Somehow, her thoughts of restlessness and leaf-bare and ThunderClan feel like nothing but distant memories now…
Regardless, Brightnose was out in the territory now, half-limping around just to get some fresh air for a while. She values her solitude, and while she enjoys time with her Clanmates, sometimes she just needs a break. She'll just go to the RiverClan border for a drink of water, maybe look for some moss or herbs to make up for those that Swallowbreeze had used for Brightnose's wound, and then she'll go back to camp. Just a quick back and forth, or so she thought.
When she arrives at the border, she's a bit surprised to find a lone RiverClanner already at the river, leaning down to drink from the sparkling, crisp water. Brightnose stops, watching the other she-cat from the treeline - and the longer she looks, the more she can feel something stirring within her that makes her heart flutter and her ears burn.
Perhaps it's just the way that the sun makes this RiverClanner's sleek, cinnamon fur glisten in a way Brightnose has never seen before. Maybe it's the way her tail idly swishes, a brillant white plume that mesmerizes Brightnose, green eyes following it back and forth. Why did she come here again? Does it matter? This is quite possibly the most beautiful cat that Brightnose has ever seen.
But, as it often does for her, panic begins to set in when Brightnose considers approaching the other cat. She suddenly feels very small, and the back of her throat is dry. Oh, right. Water, she remembers suddenly. I came here for, um… water.
She feels more nervous than a skittering field mouse, but she wills herself to pad forward, trying not to make her limp look weird. How a limp can look 'weird', she's not sure, but if there was ever a time that she'd make it so then she doesn't want it to be now. Maintaining a reasonable distance from the cat across the river, she sits near the edge of the bank where its current is slower. She flicks her tail in simple greeting while trying not to stare. StarClan, please don't let me look dumb right now, she thinks in silent prayer.
"Looks like somecat had the same idea as me," she mews, trying to make her smile the most polite it's ever been. Her heart threatens to leap from her chest when she steals another glance at the RiverClan beauty; she's even prettier up close. Brightnose leans down to lap up some of the cold river water before her ears turn red with infatuation, and its chill is at least somewhat grounding.
"Are you on patrol?" she asks; she can't see anycat else with her. Please say no, she thinks. She wants to talk to this cat, to learn her name, anything. Somehow, her thoughts of restlessness and leaf-bare and ThunderClan feel like nothing but distant memories now…
now i will tell you what i've done for you
- ooc: @Coyoteclaw
- "speaking" | thinking | action