Camp RC Seasons are changing and waves are crashing // PINEHEART

[Torrentsky]

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Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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Torrentsky's thick fur ruffled against the cold, his paws beginning to sting from the seemingly frozen ground that pressed against his pads. He was grateful for how dense his pelt had grown, blocking the freezing sting from reaching the skin beneath it, even when his paw-pads began to suffer.

Ignoring the feeling that nipped and pricked, he padded onward into Riverclan's camp, across the river that had become frozen at the edges. As the rest of the border patrol dispersed, Torrentsky found his gaze remaining on Pineheart, a question burning in the front of his mind. He parted his jaws to call after him, but quickly shut it, picking up the pace to a quick jog to reach his former mentor, who had settled down near the edge of camp in a patch of sunlight.

Slowing to a halt in front of the tom, Torrentsky dipped his head briskly, his eyes holding a look Pineheart was certain to recognize. The young warrior settled onto his haunches, then on his side onto the ground, his gaze traveling across camp as he suddenly became lost in thought.

"Pineheart," He meowed after a moment, his eyes fluttering towards his paws before tilting his head towards the warrior. "I've been meaning to ask you something, about…" Torrentsky trailed off, his muzzle twisting slightly in thought as he tried, for once, to choose his words carefully.

How could he explain how he was feeling if he barely understood it himself? Torrentsky looked away, his eyes solely focused on his thoughts.

"How do you know…" The young tom continued slowly, drawing his paws forward to fiddle with them self-consciously. "When you love someone?" He asked, the movement of his paws coming to halt as the sentence left his muzzle.

"And, it's a different kind of love," Torrentsky continued quickly, finally meeting Pineheart's gaze once more as the pace of his voice quickened. "I love Riverclan, I love the family we built here, and our clanmates, but this is different." He explained, a look of confusion clouding his golden gaze.

Would Pineheart know the answer? Was there even a difference? Torrentsky's whiskers twitched. There had to be, because this was a feeling he had only felt for one cat.

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  TORRENTSKY‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Warrior‎
  

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  ‎ A rosetted charcoal bengal with a sturdy build and thick, short fur. Torrentsky is usually seen with a determined smile and always stands tall.
  

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  ‎ ‎ "speech" // thoughts
  

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  ‎ ‎ penned by arsynne on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[pineheart]

As soon as Torrentsky approaches Pineheart with that look on his face, he knows he's in for it. He's already making a mental list of possible questions Torrent might have ranging from bad to worse– so when the question is about love, of all things, Pineheart is almost relieved. Almost. As Torrent continues he quickly realizes that this is maybe worse. Pineheart had had kits before, but they never grew to be very old, and so he never had to have this conversation with them. But Torrent was almost an adult now, though he never would be in Pine's eyes. He still sees that scrappy kit he'd met in the shipyard when he looks at him.

Pineheart opens his mouth like he's finally going to say something, then quickly closes it again. He sighs, flopping onto his side next to Torrentsky, his sheer size meaning this action kicks up a rather large dust cloud. He sighs again.

"Well," he says at length, "I think if you already know that what you're feeling is different from familial love, that you know how it feels when you love someone." He looks over at Torrent, blinking.

"Love is… warm. Mutable. Family is family no matter what you do. That love is more… steady. Like the ocean at the shipyard. It's always there, in the same place. But being in love… is more like… a river. You're swept along by the current… and you can try to get out, or you can give in, let it take you away. A river's course can change, it bends and it runs over cliff's edges and it runs into lakes. It's always changing. It changes you too, running water does. It can even change the shape of rocks, smooth out their jagged edges, carve grooves into mountains. Good love will do that. Make you smooth– make you better. Lily made me better. I wouldn't be half the cat I am now without her."

see the life i've had

could make a good man bad

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• PINEHEART : 51 moons
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