There was an Opportunity, so I took it || Tagged! Dec 14, 2017 10:23:54 GMT
Post by Carotius on Dec 14, 2017 10:23:54 GMT
Nyara I saw the event when I came on the site, so thought I'd slap a thread for Frost and Web here. Didn't see whether it'd be canon or non-canon, though lol
Webfire sprinted along the banks of the river in excitement, his black paws thrumming against the earth and sending clumps of earth and snow flying in his wake. His black-tipped tail streamed behind him, lending him balance as he navigated the hilly terrain, his breaths escaping his nostrils in clouds of vapour that shouldn't be there in the season of newleaf. Only StarClan knows why the Clans were being subjected to the strange mixture of weather. The tom snorted, flicking his tail in amusement. Whatever! I've got something better to think about!
Onward the splotched warrior raced, following the river's route as it meandered away from the familiar meadows of RippleClan and etched its way cheekily close to DawnClan's border, just before it steered away into the rocky edges of the Quarry. Webfire ground himself to a halt right at the lip. From here, the river dove into the Quarry's depths, becoming a sparkling cascade of water filling the place with a subtle song of serenity. Blue eyes surveyed the Quarry, glinting hopefully as it studied the colourful mingling of pelts, ranging from dark pelts taken from the night to those bright and pale ones bathed in the glorious sunlight. Cats from all four Clans were gathering on this odd day of celebration; together in the mix were rogues, loners and kittypets from every other walk of life, ears perked and tails high as they gently pushed past each other until they met the one they seemed to be looking for.
Normally, these cats would be leaping at each other with claws unsheathed and splitting the air with their high-pitched yowls. But, as earlier mentioned, today was a day of celebration that seemed to command absolute and undeniable peace for all. I won't be the one to complain about that, his thoughts were carried into an elated mood as he spotted a familiar tabby pelt weaving amongst the felines. Not when the perfect opportunity to see her freely pops right up for the taking!
The large warrior, barely holding in his anticipation, scrabbled down into the Quarry without second thought; alarmed regret and shame fired through his body when his paws slipped on a loose stone, sending him sliding down the wall and onto the slope in a fluid (and frankly terrifying) motion. His descent only came to a stop once he was at the bottom of the incline, cross-eyed and muzzle in the dirt. ...Oops. Webfire sat up as quickly as he could, casting his eyes downwards to the object between his lips, praying fervently scratches remained absent from its beauty. StarClan damn him if he damaged it before she got it...
Speaking of which, there she was.
"F'rstfvaw, o'fer h're!" Webfire's call was muffled by the pretty thing in his muzzle, but he countered it by lifting a black and waving forward as a brown tabby pelt came into view. He then realise how silly he probably looked, and set his gift down just behind his planted paw before calling again, "Frostpaw, I'm here! I've been looking for you!"