Private You fill my lungs with sweetness||maple frost

[hyacinthrain]

Light sprinkled through the gaps of the leaves in the trees, long streams of rays that felt warm as they passed through, hyacinthrain felt at peace. not entirely, because the overwhelming fear that something was going to go wrong lingered and nagged at the back of their mind. That suddenly a predator would jump from the bushes they carefully stepped beside, or that Shadowclan would raid their camp while they were out hunting- and there would be more reason for hyacinthrain to feel guilty... Even maplefrost.

Maplefrost guarded himself differently then hyacinth did. Where they would guise under positivity, through anxious laughs, and clearly damaged eyes- maplefrost remained stoic, emotions lackluster comparitively. Hya envied that, that he didn't break and tumble as they did, and though they didn't know the secrets he held, nor did he know theirs, they felt compelled to believe there was a reason he was so uptight seeming.

"The warmth is so... Inviting," they murmur softly, casting a gentle smile to their fellow warrior. "I look forward to bountiful harvests and full bellies at long last..." They glance towards him again, before back forward, carefully glancing around with blue and gold eyes, before suddenly stopping. Their body drew down, tail lifting up suddenly in front of maplefrost to signal upwards.

A squirrel sat perched above them aways, halfway in a twist of wood in the trees, clearly storing or making a nest- either way distracted. They would take the advantage, drawing themselves up a tree and seeming to begin to climb with ease. @maplefrost
​

 

[maplefrost]

❄︎

The early new leaf sun is falling in thin beams of light through the canopy of the trees above, and Maplefrost is padding a few mouse-lengths behind his fellow warrior, Hyacinthrain. He doesn't know the other cat particularly well, though this can be said for most of his clan mates– he hadn't spoken to most of them more than a few times. He was trying, he was trying to be more… social, to reach out, but it was not in his nature. For so long he'd had only his sister, Rowanpaw, and now he was losing her to herbs and healing… he shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about it.

Then Hyacinthrain speaks up, and Maplefrost blinks, listening.

"Yes," he says vaguely. "It's… it's nice."

He speaks with the tone of someone who hasn't made casual conversation in a year, out of practice, awkward. He's grateful at the interruption of the appearance of prey, but as soon as Hyacinthrain looks up, looks ready to begin climbing, panic builds up in his chest, and when they reach for the bark, Maplefrost acts before he can finish his thought, the panic filled bubble bursting quite suddenly. He jumps ahead of Hyacinthrain and blocks their path, eyes wide.

"No!" Maplefrost near shouts, hackles raised, fully in fight or flight mode. He doesn't see Hyacinthrain in front of him, but Rowanpaw, unscarred as she was before the fall– if he'd… if he'd been there, if he'd noticed her sneaking out… He opens his mouth to say his sister's name, but catches himself, catches the one blue eye and the grey patches of fur– "I– sorry, I… it's dangerous, and…"

And I thought if I could protect you, it would make up for the fact that I couldn't protect her.

would you stare forever at the sun

and never watch the moon rising?

• ooc: -
• 

  MAPLEFROST, he/him, 24 moons / thunderclan warrior
  large tortoiseshell tom cat, lawful good
  healing and soft powerplay allowed