Two Colors Shine in the Light [Open]

[Fox]

12th of Sturgeon Moon(August 12th) | Dusk/Moonrise | Open to whoever wants to join

ORION

Claws slid along the rough surface of the dark gray rocks, orange and gray paws padding across the boulders. Light green eyes stared up towards the sky, where everything above was changing colors. Light blue of the normal day sky began fading to a light orange, then changing to dark orange, red, a light purple, and slowly turned to darker blue. It wasn't yet moonrise, but the sky was still changing colors. The half gray and orange she-cat loved this time of day, mostly because she could blend into the land around her much easier than she can during the day or the night. The femme took a seat on one of the many large boulders, staring up at the sky with her tail curling and sliding across the smooth surface. She didn't really pay much attention to what was going on around her, but she did note the few fish swimming through the water below her, a rabbit down the stream a ways, and the sun slowly going down past the distant mountains.

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She-Cat

31 Moons

OWL

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Coal | Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue 

Coal had no regrets over moving to the moor. It had taken some getting used to after living among trees for most of his adult life, but he never felt freer than he did out in the open. He called a sandy hollow surrounded by gorse bushes home now. There was no trace left of the cats who once lived there so long ago, but somehow he knew it was where he needed to be. He shared the area with a skinny ginger and white tom named Rex, but he hadn’t seen the tabby in a few days and was beginning to wonder if he should be worried or not. He still wasn’t quite used to sharing space with someone else, but if he wanted to participate in a Clan someday he might as well get used to it now. 

He decided to check the forest first, pointedly ignoring the Twolegplace. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before his stomach began snarling persistently in hunger. The sky was growing darker and Coal decided to give it a rest for the night. He’d catch something to eat and then return to his old forest den for the night. As he advanced toward the river in the hopes of catching a vole, he was surprised to pick up rabbit scent. They didn’t usually venture so far into the woods, but he wasn’t complaining. He crept up as close as he could get unnoticed before lunging forward. The unknowing rabbit didn’t detect him until the last minute, nibbling away without a care before the sound of pounding pawsteps filled its ears. It let out a shriek of fear that was swiftly cut off as teeth closed around its throat and ended it in a single sharp bite.

[Fox]

ORION

This was what Orion considered amazing. The bright colors of the sky fading into a very dark blue, almost black, and a light breeze coming along with the moon. But that breeze also brought a familiar scent. Rabbit. And it wasn't very far away either. As her ears perked and listened, she could tell that the rabbit was right down the hill from her. But it didn't take long for another scent to fill her nose, one that wasn't familiar to her. As far as she could tell, it was another cat, but whether it was a tom or a she-cat or where they came from was unclear. But before she could even try to determine any of this, she heard footsteps and the squealing of a rabbit. That was closer than I thought that scent was, she thought, hovering close to the ground and moving up to the top of the stone, peeking over the edge of the boulder. The first thing she saw on the other side of the river was a rabbit being killed by a black cat. Staying close to the surface of the border, the femme watched as the tom hunted the rabbit. It wasn't like that was her rabbit, nor was the area her's, so she couldn't stop the tom from eating the rabbit. But she was interested. She had never seen this tom before, or at least if she did she didn't remember him. She merely watched as the male killed the rodent, not saying anything or moving or showing any sign that she was there. But an issue that she didn't notice, was the fact that she was in an open area where once the moon came up, light would be shining down on her. But she didn't really care.

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She-Cat

31 Moons

OWL

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Coal | Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue 

Luck must be with him to manage such an easy catch. Coal stared down at the limp body proudly for a moment before snatching it up, prepared to drag it back to his old den for supper when a brief flicker of movement spotted out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He dropped the rabbit, head turning and pale green eyes searching for evidence of another cat in the area before Orion came into sight, the gray parts of her tortoiseshell pelt gleaming with a silver sheen under the moonlight. Only a queen then? His tense muscles relaxed marginally and he raised his long-furred tail in greeting before letting it fall back to its former position. Glancing between the rabbit and the newcomer, he realized it was a bit much for one cat to finish on their own. "Do you want to share?"

[Fox]

ORION

As she watched the tom, she didn't bother stay hidden, but also didn't show herself. She didn't know this tom, so she wasn't going to instantly say hello to him. But when she saw him turn his head and look at her, she slunk back behind the rock, moving out of sight. She moved as quickly as she could up into the trees, climbing up them and trying to move through them without being seen. She then jumped to a tree right next to the river and beside the rocks, looking down at the tom. She had heard his question before she moved from the rocks, but she had no intensions of accepting his offer.
"I would rather not, " she stated plainly, looking down at the tom. She didn't know him, so why would she accept his prey from him, even if he was friendly.

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She-Cat

31 Moons

OWL

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Coal | Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue  

The queen was gone nearly the moment he acknowledged her, ducking back behind the rocks. Coal caught a glimpse of her mottled pelt racing up the nearest tree only seconds later, seeking safety among the branches above. 'Well that was an overreaction,' he thought privately, though Coal supposed he was still an intimidating sight for a stranger even when trying to be friendly. He moved to stand beneath the tree Orion had taken refuge in, staring up at her with non-hostile eyes as she proceeded to decline his offer. "Alright. Suit yourself then," he replied with a shrug of his broad shoulders, padding back to where his rabbit was still waiting for him.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should ask the tortoiseshell if she had seen Rex around the forest, but decided against it a moment later. She clearly wanted him to leave and he wasn't the sort to stick around uninvited. Snatching the rabbit up by the back of the neck, he dragged it away deeper into the forest, cursing under his breath every time he tripped over the limp body or caught his paw on a root or tangle of weeds. Eventually he arrived at his old forest den and was pleased to see it had remained undisturbed.

He dropped the rabbit to remark the area and check to make certain nothing else was lurking around before settling down in front of the entrance to tuck into his prey. His mind drifted back to the unknown queen briefly, but eventually he pushed her from his mind. He didn't have time to try and convince cats he wasn't a threat. If she changed her mind his scent trail should be easy enough to follow.  

[Fox]

ORION

After the tom had disappeared, the gray and orange femme had climbed down from her tree in which she had previously climbed for protection. She watched as he left with the rabbit, curious as to where he was going. But at the same time, she had no desire to know anything about the tom. He was just another loner, like herself. She had actually completely forgotten about the tom for a long period of time. The moon was becoming more visible as it rose into the sky, once again shining down on the queen when she eventually returned back to the stones she had been laying on before. As she walked into the clearing, the thought of the tom she had seen before didn't even cross her mind. It was as if he were never there. She had looked directly at where the rabbit had been standing when the tom killed it and still didn't bother remember the black cat. She had laid on those same rocks again, looking up at the moon. One half of her fur seemed to glow a light orange while the other gleamed a dark gray-blue color. But as she looked up at the sky, that tom did appear in her mind for some reason. It wasn't that she was purposely thinking of him, she just had started to wander something. Why was he here? I've never seen him near the river or the forest before, so where did he even come from? The marshes? The fields?

She-Cat

31 Moons

OWL

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[ Coal ] 

Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue

Coal curled up in his old nest, not bothering to try and rearrange the dried grass and leaves into a more comfortable bed, exhaustion suddenly pulling at his limbs. He made sure to discard the remains of his rabbit first to keep from attracting any predators and fell into a mostly dreamless sleep before the familiar shapes of a thick-furred brown tabby and a black she-cat danced across his vision.

Plunged full force into a dream where the feeling of peace his rest brought was quickly wiped away by terror and strife. Cats hissed with hatred and lunged at one another with claws unsheathed. Kits mewled in fright while their mothers tried to shield them from the violence. Toms and she-cats carrying herbs hurried about, trying to tend to the injured. The scent of fear and blood mingled in the air. Then everything was quiet.

Whispers from every which direction filled his ears so Coal could not tell where they were coming from until two voices became more distinct. A black she-cat and brown tabby tom stood at the crest of a hill together, staring down at what looked like the destroyed remains of a camp. 'Is this really the end of the Clans?' The black she-cat asked sadly. Three kits, two black like her and the third a brown tabby like her father, sat quivering between her paws. '

'It seems so Ravenwing. We can't stay here any longer, it's time to move on,' the brown tabby replied grimly, turning away from the camp. He paused and glanced back over his shoulder upon noticing the she-cat and kits were not following him.

'We have lived here our whole lives Oakstripe! How can we give up so easily!?' Ravenwing hissed, her claws tearing up grass in frustration.

'There is nothing left. No cat can make it in this land any longer. If we want to survive we must leave. Think of the kits.' Oakstripe pleaded, but the black she-cat held her ground.

'This is my home. I'm not leaving!'

Oakstripe bristled and took a step closer. 'Then the kits are coming with me!' Ravenwing huddled over the kittens protectively, but one of the black kits slipped between her paws and hurried over to his father.

'I don't want to die!' He squeaked, cowering behind one of Oakstripe's front legs.

Ravenwing stood again with a look on her face as if she'd been struck. 'Nightkit, you won't die. I'll take care of you.'

Nightkit just shook his head and scrunched his eyes shut. The two remaining kits, both she-kits, looked up at their mother hopelessly. 'We want to go with Oakstripe too. Please come with us Ravenwing!'

The black she-cat just shook her head. 'I can't leave, but I won't make you stay if...if it's truly not want you want. Nightkit, Spiderkit, Acornkit...please, just always remember that you were loved,' she murmured before turning and running back down the hill to the destroyed camp as if she couldn't bare to stay with them any longer. The kits called after her, but she ignored their cries, sliding under the remnants of a crushed den and curling up into a tight ball. Forcing her eyes closed.

When she awoke again night had fallen and she was alone. She padded out into the darkness, the cold night air sending a chill down her spine. 'They really left me...' She whispered softly, overcome with despair.

Coal jolted awake, but the dream no longer disturbed him as much as it once had. He'd had it nearly seven times now. It had prompted him to do some digging. That was how he had first learned of the Clans. Oakstripe and Ravenwing must have once belonged to the one called WindClan. It might seem a ridiculous notion to some perhaps, but he'd always felt this dream so often repeated itself because these cats of the past wanted him to do something. "You can't expect me to bring back a whole Clan you know," he had yowled at the sky once, after only the third dream. "I'm just one cat!"

Now officially certain he wouldn't be getting any further sleep, Coal shook out his thick coat, stretched out his paws and headed for the moor, taking the same path by the riverside. It wasn't long before Orion's lovely dappled coat caught his eye again and he decided this time around he might try again at making a good impression. He purposefully stepped on a twig and snapped it in half so she would hear him coming, giving her enough time to scoot back up her tree should she wish it. "Hello again," he called once he reached the rocks. "I promise this is the last you'll see of me for awhile. I'm on my way out of here."