Territory WindClan Of sunkissed stones // hollowmumble

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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She knew. Finally... Finally she knew. But for this, for this, she needed the skilled paws of someone above ground. And who better than her dear friend, Hollowmumble? Ever the happy listener. Ever the soft-eyed, steady soul who never minded when Weaselchirp yapped and rambled her heart out.

Now her paws carried her across the moor, dirt still clinging to her wiry fur, the fresh scent of tunnels in every breath. Her bright orange eyes were wide with purpose, nearly glowing in the light as she trotted along. And only when Hollowmumble came into view did she stop, just inches away from her, noses nearly touching, her skrunkly whiskers trembling with excitement. " I've decided, I need your help. " she announced, breathless, as if Hollowmumble had been part of the conversation all along. " See, I dig. I dig dig dig all day. There's so much digging, so much finding to be done. Warm places, safe places, hidden little dreams just beneath our paws! " She leaned in closer, her voice dipping with urgency. " But I do not find the gift. " Her ears twitched. She began to pace a little, tail flicking.

" Many gifts, yes, I find those, little bones, shiny beetle shells, a worm with a twist at the end like a question mark! But not the gift. Not the one I need. " She paused dramatically, locking eyes with Hollowmumble. " My anniversary with Pumpkinspice is coming up… and I need a gift worthy of the warmth she gives me. She is... She is... " her voice lifted, dreamy and adoring. "Sun-kissed! Like she was blessed by the sky itself. A beauty to behold, the very sun, walking among us. " She gave a fond, fluttery sigh. " I need… a sun-kissed stone. Something golden. Something glowing. Something to compliment her. But I find none underground. There is no sun down there, only the night. Only the quiet. Only… me. "

Her gaze softened. " I need you, Hollow. To help me find it. A sun-kissed stone. Something the earth above has saved just for her. "


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[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / 'Windclan' Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Weaselchirp

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Hollowmumble blinked at her companion, taken aback at being approached so out of the blue. She was just preparing to go out on her own, stepping out of camp, paws ready to run across the lush mooreland in search of rabbits and mice for the barn clan cats to feed upon when Weaselchirp appeared not even an inch away from her nose. Large ears perked up, she could smell the dirt still fresh on her, clearly having just returned from the tunnels. Hollowmumble tuned into her words, listening to her ramble, patiently waiting for her to reach her point.

Hollowmumble's face softened as Weaselchirp spoke of her upcoming anniversary, how she needed to find the perfect gift for her beloved, practically speaking in poetry about Pumpkinspice. She let her continue, not wanting to interupt her passionate swooning.

"I don't know what a sun-kissed stone is," Hollowmumble replied, "but I can try my best to help you find something for her." She supposed she wouldn't be hunting today. How easy it would be to find a 'sun-kissed stone' was unknown to her, they could find it within an hour, or it might take until sunset. There was only one way to find out. A place with pretty stones, a place with pretty stones...

Backing up a couple pawsteps, she spoke again, "Maybe we could try and find a pond, or stream? Surely there might be some there..."

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp blinked her huge orange eyes at Hollowmumble, visibly stunned by the question. The silence hung for a beat. " You don't know what a sun-kissed stone is? " she echoed, practically offended by the thought, her whiskers twitching in disbelief. With a little hop, she pranced in place, flicking her thin tail as if that might stir up the answer. " A sun-kissed stone is a... Is a sun-kissed stone! " she declared, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

" They're bright! And warm! Like Pumpkinspice is! " she added with a small stomp of her paw. Then, more uncertainly, she began pacing in tight circles. " I reckon they... they shine a bit? Or maybe they've got that soft honey-yellow, like the sun just before it sets... You know the one? " She shook her head, ears flicking with frustration. " Oh... I don't know. Not for certain. I dig underground, not above! The sun doesn't shine in the dirt, only roots and bones and beetles! " She turned her wide, imploring eyes on Hollowmumble, full of such odd and honest desperation. " You run over the moors! You see what the sun touches! You have to help me, Hollowmumble. I need something good! Something that feels like her! "

As Hollowmumble gently suggested checking the streams, where the sun glimmered on the water like tiny stars, Weaselchirp gasped, eyes going even wider. " That's it! That's it, you genius! " she chirped, leaping forward and giving Hollowmumble a bump of pure, electric joy. " To the shimmer and shine of the water! That's where the sun leaves its treasures. " Without waiting, she toddled ahead, already imagining a stone that gleamed golden in the light, something so perfect she'd tuck it under Pumpkinspice's mossy nest and watch her eyes light up. " C'mon, Hollow! The sun waits for no cat! "

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[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Weaselchirp

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Hollowmumble smiled at her, moving to follow and then overtake her so she could lead, since it was clear Weaselchirp was going in the complete wrong direction if she wanted to find a body of water. "No it doesn't," she replied, "I think I know a place where we can find your... sun-touched stones." The grass parted around them as they walked, and trotted, and then ran as Hollowmumble led them over the grand prairies. The yellow, tall grasses towered over them, flowers of all colours flicked past as they travelled. Shades of red, purples, yellow, blues of all sort. She wondered absentmindedly when Meadowpaw was last taken to pick flowers. Maybe she should bring her some- what was her favourite... ragwart?

As they approached their goal, Hollowmumble slowed, glancing around and tasting the air as she padded across the short grass. As the short bushes in front of them parted, a wide large pond appeared in front of them, water calm near the edges and reflecting the sunlight deeper toward the middle as the small waves moved and danced in the wind. A splash and a ripple spread across the pond as a flog, startled by them, jumped into it to flee.

The dirt was a mix of dusty orange and dark red around the pond. Slick clay and red rocks decorated the edge of the water, along with small plants and small trees that were trying to grow. It was beautiful. Hollowmumble hoped she understood what Weaselchirp wanted, as they looked upon the rocks and dirt that seemed to soak the very sun into them, turning red and orange under it's touch. After taking it in for a moment, she turned to Weaselchirp, "Is any of this what you were looking for?"

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Oh, oh dear! Definitely not that way. No, she would not go that way. Trotting quickly after Hollowmumble, Weaselchirp flashed her friend a wide grin, orange eyes glittering. " You do? " she meowed, bumping her shoulder against Hollowmumble. " Oh, oh, I will be in your debt forever! I'll dig you tunnels, show you secret places, all kinds of little hidey-holes, oooh, I cannot wait to get Pumpkinspice her sun-kissed stone! "

She prattled as they went, yapping about everything and nothing all at once. Hollowmumble, as always, was the runner between them. Weaselchirp only tripped once this time! But she kept pace best she could, her breath coming fast, paws scrambling in the grass. When Hollowmumble finally skidded to a stop, Weaselchirp all but collapsed beside her, chest heaving, eyes wide. " Goodness. " she panted with a giggle. " That running. I do not envy you for it! " She gave a long, theatrical stretch. " Give me earth. Dust. Crumbly places. Mmm… But sometimes, I suppose… feeling the wind tousle your fur is nice. Sometimes. But sometimes it also feels very big. Too big. "

She tilted her head, ears twitching. A pond. They were at a pond. And around it, scattered like offerings, were stones in all shades: dusty orange, deep red, slick clay and sun-baked rock. Her breath caught. " Oh… oh, Hollow… " she whispered, creeping closer, tapping the pond's edge with one careful paw, watching the ripples spread like soft secrets. " This… " she breathed. " You found it. The place where the sun kissed the earth. " Her eyes were wide, her whole body trembling with glee. " These stones, all of them!! They're sun-kissed! "

She turned in a little circle, overwhelmed and overjoyed, then bounded forward, peering intently at each stone. " They've been touched and warmed and turned this color, like Pumpkinspice's eyes when the sun hits just right! Like they're glowing from the inside out! " She was practically dancing now, hopping from stone to stone with sparkling delight. " I knew I couldn't find this underground... " she whispered, more to herself than Hollowmumble. " There's no sun where I dig. No light. But here, this is where she belongs. Her gift should come from here. "

At last she turned, her gaze soft, shining with gratitude. " You're a genius. " she said, voice full of breathless sincerity. " A moor-running, flower-bringing, listening genius. I'm going to find the perfect one. The perfect sun-kissed stone. " She paused, head tilting, whiskers twitching. " Maybe two. In case I love the first one too much to give away. " And with that, she dove into the sun-warmed clay and rocks with a delighted chirrup, tail flicking wildly behind her.

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[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Weaselchirp

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Hollowmumble smiled at her as she dove down onto the pond's shore, watching the she-cat dance around between the deep red stones, studying every single one to try and find the perfect one. Hollowmumble heaved a deep breath, catching it from their run, and took a seat. It was nice here. There were some herons at the opposite side of the pond that scattered when Weaselchirp approached the waterline. She turned her head up to watch them fly across the sky, white and beautiful in the sunlight.

She licked down some of her fur that had been ruffled by the run. She was lucky enough to not have long fur that would get tangled and caught in the sharp grasses and plants. Shaking her head, she looked back down at where her friend was still going between stones indecisively. Standing to approach the mud and clay, she started looking through rocks too, knowing quite a few of them were more clay than rock and would crumble if handled too roughly. Finding one that did that would most certainly disappoint Weaselchirp, so she needed to find ones that were solid.

Overturning a few to test their small weight, she combed through many of them, just as she other she-cat was doing. It only took a couple minutes to find a good solid one, a deep red that could almost tint pink under the right lighting. Pushing it around with her paw for a moment, she called, "What about this one?"

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

.

Pitter-pattering toward Hollowmumble on dainty paws, Weaselchirp's wide orange eyes fixated on the stone the she-cat presented to her. It was beautiful, truly beautiful. That perfect shade of red, warm and rich, like a secret sunset held in the palm of the earth. And if the light touched it just right… maybe it could be more. Just like Pumpkinspice was always more to her. Always more. A gentle smile softened her muzzle as she turned the stone carefully, slowly, around and around, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. It had to be perfect. Perfect. Were there any cracks? A scratch? Anything that might make it less than worthy of her mate?

She paused, then gently pressed her paw to one edge, watching as a sliver of gold shimmered faintly along the surface. An almost-yellow glow, like a buried sun. Yes. Yes. This was the one. She gave a quiet, approving nod, and when she looked up again, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

" Hollow… this is it. This is the stone. "


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