you take my heart and make it dance // hydra

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ivytwist

i'm a big name in deep space
RiverClan
Weaver
14
1
Freshkill
175

Ivytwist hurried away from the border to wash the scent of fresh prey from his snout. It wasn't wrong to have a little snack between patrols, but he didn't want to set a poor example to any of the apprentices when he would be returning home without anything for those in camp. No matter how small it was.

But even as his heart hammered in his chest over it, the space between his ribs still felt light like a bird and ready to take off after meeting Heather. She was a kind face and... different, from the cats here. She wasn't one of them at all. A loner drifting with wherever the wind took her. So free from anything like borders and social etiquette. He hadn't had a life like that even before RiverClan, the shipyard wasn't a land of loners or rogues. They were all neighborly, many family, he had family.

Ivytwist had took to looking into his reflection while the water dripped down his whiskers and dotted the surface tension in ripples. I'm still me. He thought, staring into the shades of his eyes. The scars that split above his eye that he earned moons before the Clan's birth, the old pink tissue hardened and numbed. Another face appeared in the rippling water and he nearly jumped, relaxing when he turned his head.

"Oh, it's you." Ivytwist sounded relieved, pressing his nose into Hydrangeobloom's neck. "I've had the worst day today. I didn't catch a single thing... I didn't want to come home for everyone to see that." The tabby sighed as he sank further into his mate's fur.

  • ooc: @Hydrangeabloom
  • ≋ riverclan warrior
    ≋ mate to hydrangeabloom
    ≋ mentor to boapaw
 

Hydrangea found himself pacing the camp a little, the cooling weather and Ivy being so busy, the tom started to feel a little lonely, rather antsy. He had busied himself plenty with weaving, freshened baskets for Jinglemoon, trying to finish the trinkets for Thunder and Gale. As always, he knit his own worry into the weaves of what he created, making something for others filled the subtle ache in his chest.

It's why he wandered from camp, out into the territory, seeking more reeds. They were growing scarce in the cooling of the moons; perhaps he would stock up over the coming days and preserve what he and the other weavers had, use them more sparingly. Trinkets would be more of a commodity as it grew harder to scavenge the extra materials for them; he would rather they be used for dens or in case Jingle needed them.

But as the grey tom was lost in his thoughts, approaching the border, the silhouette of a familiar figure caught his attention. A smile tugged on his maw, though confusion still knit his brow as it seemed the other was lost in thought. Hydra approached curiously, cocking his head as he looked into the water, where Ivy seemed entranced in his own face before his eyes widened in surprise. Hydrangea's maw upturned in a smile as he breathed to playfully tease his mate, but was taken aback by Ivy burying his face into his fur.

"Oh, Ivy." He hummed, tucking his mate close as he placed his chin atop the other comfortingly. "There's no shame in it, prey is growing scarce and you tried, that's all that matters, love." It felt rare Ivy initiated any sort of affection, nonetheless seeking comfort from Hydra, so the least he could do was reassure his mate.

Clearly, it had been weighing on him if he had dread to come home without any prey; perhaps it had been what drove him from home for so long recently. How foolish he had been to dread the loneliness. "Perhaps we could fish together if you are still up to try one last time before we head back?" He offered, accompanied by a warm smile as he pulled away to tenderly inspect the other's face, hoping to see the other smile too.
HYDRANGEABLOOM He/Him, Riverclan Weaver, 22 moons.
A white and blue-grey tabby with light blue eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Hyacinth and Wisteriablossom
NPC x NPC / parent to a none / mated to Ivytwist
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.