Three for the wind, four for the clover [tagged]

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Fleetfoot
Oneclan
Apr 21, 2020 2:55:11 GMT
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The stretch of moorland past the marsh appeared unfamiliar, but the smells and grasses felt a little like home. Her paws, damp from tredding the soggy terrain before, met the plush soil eagerly, her stride gaining length and momentum in her starry-eyed excitement. Almost like home was home enough, and she could finally stretch her legs! Skidding to and fro, much like an eager bee, Fleetfoot took in the scenery with kitlike whimsy. "Isn't it lovely?" she marveled, staring at the reeds, the heather, the sky, listening to the familiar whispering hiss of wind threading through the bladed carpet at her feet.

Though the air still carried the faintest nip of bitter winter, gentle rays of sunlight bathed the moore in golden light. Finally stilling her eager bouncing about, Fleetfoot flopped to the ground and rolled to her back, paws facing the sky. Her tail sickled long stalks as it swished back and forth, never truly at rest. Wriggling around in her spot, she stuck her front legs up and stretched, absorbing the warmth hitting her belly.

"Hey, don't you wanna lay down? Relax a little tiny bit? It's super nice," she purred, trying to goad her companions into sunbathing with her. They had come all this way, hadn't they? Here, it seemed dangerously easy to forget the grievances of the sickness and merely enjoy the atmosphere, and Fleetfoot adored it. 
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Locustswarm
Oneclan
Apr 21, 2020 3:55:14 GMT
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The sodden marsh edged up right against the familiar scent of home. A heavy fog blurred the sights, it was so thick one could use claws to slice right through it. The marsh was spacious though; memories of home and the exposed open fields flooded his mind. He released a slow sigh. Although the clans had merged for what was the greater good, Locustswarm couldn't help but long for his homeland, his old clan, his own lifestyle. Admittedly the merge had not changed a great deal, but still...It just didn't feel right in his mind.

The inky male was tailing behind, as usual. He was never one to be leading the group. Especially as he was the slowest of the three. However, he watched Fleetfoot skip around the moor; her energy was contagious and brought a big smile to the male's expression. Fleetfoot seemed happy to be in a spacious environment. Perhaps all of the former Moorclan warriors were feeling a little trapped in such sheltered forests. The tom's damp paws picked up in speed, he hopped after the others, not wanting to be left too far behind.

"Almost like being back at home," he said as he gazed around the sodden marsh. The male's ears flicked as the sound of squelching and deep croaks sounded in the distance, beyond some gathered rush. As his companion flopped to the ground and rolled, her paws pointed up to the sky, he too - less than gracefully, sat down and rolled onto his back. Sticky stalks and stems clung to his flowing fur as he rolled around, trying to get comfortable. The male gazed up at the sky; his bright luminous yellow eyes twinkled as they hopped from cloud to cloud. There were some pretty ones up there, he thought. However, he waited for Ibischirp before pointing them out as he knew his best friend would want to see them too.

"Do you guys miss home, err.. MoorClan too?" He asked as he flicked his tail back and forth; again catching sticky stems on his long fur.

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Bi
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Ibischirp
Oneclan
Apr 21, 2020 6:11:27 GMT

The croak of frogs and melody of the cicadas was a welcome relief for they were the sounds of home. The Sodden Marsh though not ideal in Ibischirps mind was nonetheless the closest he'd get to home. Creekclan was too wet and a little on the crowded side, not in just numbers, but in undergrowth as well. The small tom wasn't a huge fan of the bodies of water constantly surround Creekclan nor was the heaviness the air had when it grew staggeringly hot out. It made his fur itch and left his radiant pelt something to be less than desired. He knew the merger of the three great clan's was for the better good of everyone; a temporary solution that would greater guarantee their survival out of this dark age. For everyone had lost someone and many had lost their will along with the lives of their treasured. Ibischirp couldn't bear the thought of losing one of his friends, even the idea sent a tremor through his lithe body. One that had him glancing up, dazed from his thoughts as his mercury colored eyes glanced around for his friends.

His eyes quickly landed on Fleetfoot's extravagant body language, watching her blitz from one direction to the other and taking in the colors of life. A small, restrained smile graced his lips, her endless amounts of energy going beyond Ibischirp sometimes. Just as quickly though his eyes glided towards his other friend. The tom was huge when compared to himself, even Fleetfoot toward over Ibischirp's demure stature. However, the black fur that while dull when compared directly to Ibischirp's radiant pelage, it was no less beautiful. The illustrious fur reminded him of a moonless night, pitch black and just as mysterious. Thick, warm, and smelling of home. His heart panged with an emotion he couldn't identify, one that sent his blood on fire and his heart pittering. No. Losing this tom before him would ultimately crush him. They were family and given his track record with family, Ibischirp held on all the tighter to them.

To be ever truthful Ibischirp found himself to be in a bit of a sticky situation. The tall bladed grass and cat-tails swallowed him whole, leaving him to have to stick close to Fleetfoot since Locustswarm was tailing behind them, always the slowest one. And let him tell you keeping up with the lanky exotic looking she-cat was a challenge of itself, one he nonetheless didn't mind. A rather undignified snort came from him in response to Fleetfoot's question. "Yes... Drowning in grass is definitely lovely." He couldn't help but quip politely, though there was affection buried under the icy tone. Fleetfoot knew him long enough to know he had no real bite to his words.

And then finally he could see. The small little clearing was comfortable and cozy looking. If he had to guess it looked like a deer and her fawn flattened the tall blades of grass and reeds to sleep here. The sun shown brightly, lighting up his frosty spotted pelt and warming his back with the sun's gentle caress. Like a lover's touch after basking in the afterglow of ecstasy. Ah, yes. This spot will do them nicely. It was secluded and offered privacy. It's own life safe haven. A place to get away from the stress of the pandemic and the heartache he carried and escape into the solace of his mind. A hideaway.

The tom watched Fleetfoot plop down onto a sunny pat, rolling onto her pack to peer up into the big blue sky, paws stretching before her as she murmured and muttered about the beauty of the place, moaning all the while about joining her. Just like a kit. Ibischirp thought fondly. The great timbre of Locustswarm's voice shook him to his core. He could feel the vibrations of the tom's voice in his very bones. It curled around his heart and left a warm feeling. That warmth expanded more as he watched the hulking tom less than gracefully rolled onto his back, mimicking Fleetfoot's earlier actions. A mirthful, almost shy giggle erupted from his throat at the comedic display. Brush, leaves, and grass clung to Locustswarm's feather-like fur, leaving it in an utter disarray. "Yes... It certainly is nice." He said in a melodic voice, gentleness carrying his words softly; the earlier frigid-ness had disappeared and gave way to benevolence and affection.

No one could doubt that Ibischirp loved and treasured his friends, his actions spoke volumes. With a smile on his face, the small tom swiftly trotted over to his laying companions and quickly stole the spot between them. Unlike Locustswarm's inelegant flop and Fleetfoot's careless one, Ibischirp was the epitome of grace. His movements were confident and fluid and he quickly found himself tucked neatly away against the Fleetfoot's side and the inky tom's thick fur. His blue gaze peered up at the sky, watching the clouds flutter by. Home is where ever you guys are. Ibischirp thought silently to himself and while he did miss the open expanse of Moorclan, it was only home because Fleetfoot, Locustswarm and Cliffhopper were there. Without them and it was be like living hell. The pressure he felt trying to live up to his mother's expectations left him feeling exhausted and like a shell. Breathing but not really living.

A gentle soft sigh escaped his lips, barely audible for it was so soft.

This moment of peace had him closing his eyes, a small but nonetheless happy smile gracing his lips as he laid contently against his two best friends. So comfortable he was he even started to doze off only to snap to attention at the husky voice of Locustswarm, ear flicking in his direction. Ibischirp made a show of thinking before he cranked his neck towards the older tom, a blinding grin stretching onto his muzzle. "Nope!" He crowed happily, "home is wherever you, Fleetfoot, and Cliffhopper are." The bengal purred out affectionately before butting his head into the other warriors neck, content to just lay there.


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Fleetfoot
Oneclan
Apr 22, 2020 2:59:46 GMT
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"You shush," she snipped lightheartedly to Ibischirp, scrunching her nose in his direction. In her opinion, the new experience of running blind through a sea of reeds, directionless, awaiting the moment where they finally split and the sun spilled like the sea before her, was a thrill she'd never trade away...though perhaps it helped that her legs were so long as not to stumble. She did understand the stifling feeling, however, of being surrounded on all side with foliage, seemingly unable to breathe; CreekClan territory, for all it's wet and fishy charm, felt too sheltered from the sky. How could they feel close to StarClan with so much tree in the way?

Fleetfoot cheered in victory as Locustswarm joined her, unable to stifle an undignified laugh as the grasses and debris clung to his long fur as he settled into his spot. This was just like those days in MoorClan, running off to explore the broad expanse of rolling hills and tickling grasses, and during sunny afternoons lying just like this, staring at the sky, freer than the highest flying bird. A beetle of some sort buzzed before her eyes and landed on her nose; she sneezed, and it took to the air once again.

Blinking, she took in the state of Locustswarm beside her once again, cracking a grin. "You look like a bird nest," she teased, batting the fluffball beside her with a paw. "Someone might mistake you for a nice soft spot to snooze one day, y'know." And lo and behold! Ibischirp, graceful as ever, decided to take advantage of Locustswarm's cuddly coat and stretched between them, letting out a sigh that Fleetfoot could feel rather than hear as his lungs compressed at her side. Sometimes she forgot how small he was behind that mature demeanor she admired so. Running her tongue once across his cheek, she accepted the close proximity heartily and nestled her head at the crook of his neck.

She'd almost dozed off, too, encompassed in the comfort of familiar frog chirps and scents, but Locustswarm's question pulled her out of her daydreams. Facing the clouds once more, Fleetfoot pondered. Of course she missed the moorlands. Her blood ran with the need to run, to bolt across the open ground, chasing rabbits, and CreekClan's marshy, messy forests felt far too foreign to ever be comfortable. But did that answer seem too shallow? Ibischirp, as always, had a thoughtful and heartwarming answer that lit a little fire of warmth in her chest.

She sighed dramatically and closed her eyes, the fuzzy darkness befalling her vision. "Aww, that's so sweet, but now my answer's super lame," she groaned. "I was gonna say CreekClan is way too stuffy, so of course I miss the old territory and that big old tree in camp, but I'd live anywhere if you two were there. And Cliffhopper too. Forever and ever."
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23 M
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Locustswarm
Oneclan
Apr 23, 2020 21:40:36 GMT

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The moonless fluffy animal shifted again in his spot. Although leaves, sticks and all sorts of brush clung to his fur, he didn't at all seemed phased. It was a little itchy, but Locustswarm was used to it. Back in MoorClan, he often enjoyed lazing around in the grass. His stomach exposed to the large glowing orb in the sky. Cloud-watching, grass-baths, it was all very relaxing and oozed tranquility for the moonless tom.

An exotic feline beside him commented on his fur. Locustswarm turned his head, settling his golden hues on the agile feline. An image of a birds nest came to mind and he felt the corners of his muzzle widen, a stifled laugh followed. "I'd like to see a bird try claim me as their nest...Oh boy, they would be in for a surprise," he said; watching the events unfold in his mind like a dream. He laughed louder as a paw came flying towards him; in turn, he swatted it away, shaking his head at Fleetfoot's silliness.

Fleetfoot was definitely the one who made the most jokes, she was vibrant and amusing. Always keeping the two toms on their paws. However, he wouldn't have her any other way.

The tom's eyes glinted warmly as he watched the graceful rosette tom lay down between both himself and Fleetfoot. Ibischirp moved with such confidence, such grace and agility; everything he did was smooth and near flawless. In this moment, while the three lay silent in the grass, their eyes fixated on the sky above..Everything felt perfect. The world around them could be burning down, but Locustswarm could not care for in this moment, all was right in his mind. Memories of apprenticeship crept through his mind like a panther stalking it's prey.

The sunrises of playing and escaping training sessions to hang out were some of the best and most fondest memories of his life. The way the three would laugh and giggle at each other's funny antics, the way they would snuggle together like three beans as a cold breeze whipped through the exposed moors.

The tom continued to reminisce, so much so that a smile danced across his muzzle. He was oblivious of the other two who had closed their eyes and began to doze, absorbing the sun and the tranquility like a moss to water. The gentle nudge of his best friend roused him from his thoughts of past days. Ibischirp seemed content enough with life as is, claiming home was where they all were. It made Locustswarm swell with delight. Although the mention of Cliffhopper made him pause, he knew the russet figure was not among them at this point. He did not matter at the moment. Locustswarm ran his salmon colored tongue gently across the bengal's cheek, purring in satisfaction at his answer.

Locustswarm missed his home. He really did. But, in many ways, what Ibischirp had said was true. Did it really matter where they were, if they had each other? The three had been together for moons, they shared near no secrets. Being together for so long had some value, it really did.

Fleetfoot's chirps of agreement made him smile, even if again the russet male's name was mentioned. Cliffhopper truly bugged Locustswarm, but he knew that the tom was not here in this moment...He was not around to relish and cheerish this peaceful moment. "I suppose you guys are right. I guess I just miss what used to be. Having one leader, knowing who everyone was, the spacious moors..But, of course where you guys are is what matters most though," he said.


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Ibischirp
Oneclan
May 12, 2020 21:42:56 GMT

The lick across his cheek, while welcomed, caused a delighted shriek to escape from him, his whiskers twitching in amusement as he pushed Fleetfoot's head away. He gave her a mischevious look before he snuggled up to her, momentarily abandoning Locustswarm's side in replace of cozying up to his other friend. "Too bad you all are just too loveable that I couldn't dream of being without you," Ibischirp purred out affectionately, bidding his true feelings when Cliffhopper was mentioned. The Bengal sat up, dry grass, moss, and dirt catching on his pelt. A simple shake rid most of the clinging debris, not caring too much of his appearance Ibischirp turned towards his friends, crouching low to the ground as he wiggled his bum in the air. Before anyone knew it he was pouncing on Locustswarm, burrowing himself on the larger toms stomach fur as he poked the inky males nose. "The moors will always be our home. Nothing can change that and every memory made there will be forever treasured." He made sure to include Fleetfoot with a pointed look before snuggling as deep as humanely possible into Locustswarm's fur.

"Ah Fleetfoot you're right! Locustswarm is the perfect nest," the accompanying giggle rocked his body as the small tom nuzzled his head into Locustswarm's chest fur. "You're like a bear with all this fur! What I'd do to have all this fluff."


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