you're about to bloom, open.

[Argusclaw]

be immortals

immortals, just not for long, for long

he had been this way before; on a quiet night that had no other sound save for the gentle sway of the wind. it had rushed him in a sense, driven him from the place with his tale between his legs and his ears flat on his skull. it had been so unsettling, so unnerving that when he had finally decided to return - nearly four moons later - on his own behave, he had been shocked and almost relieved that the feeling no longer lingered. but his reasoning for today's trip, and so late at night? the older warrior had not been able to fall asleep after setting up the dawn patrol, a task he had grown used to in the last few moons under his leader's command. 

argusclaw, as cats had come to known him since his 12th moon. brushing his way along the brushes that set forth the entrance to this hidden grove, the elderly tom seemed to carry himself rather proudly, his shoulders squared until he had to duck and soon he was bathed in the soft glow of the lightning bugs. 'fireflies, they are called fireflies' he thought to himself, remembering the lecture he had been given, at age forty by his dying father that those lightning bugs as he so affectionately called the little bugs with the glowing behinds, were called fireflies. to say that it was hard to crush the sole thought of a forty moon old tom, was a difficult defeat must have been there when argusclaw literally pouted and turned away from his ailing father muttering something about how fireflies was a stupid name.

now he stared at his lightning bugs, and smiled fondly. there was no feeling of that odd feeling known by many as love, in his chest. no, it was simply a wave of utter wonder that lapped at his chest. wide amber eyes casted around him he moved forward, pulling into the little grove and settling down to watch the lightning bugs lights bounce off the stone walls. "a pity i did not think to bring beecloud here, she would of enjoyed a pretty sight." he meowed softly under breath, long fluffy tail swaying as his eyes followed the secret dance that these lightning bugs displayed to him.

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[Hemlockfang]

There was something to be said about a cat who could be caught out of camp so late at night, with little or no purpose. Off white, dirtied paws were placed in a steady, quick paced rhythm upon the ground in a quiet pap, pap, pap, pap, a soft beat of her greyed, and cracked paw-pads upon the soft dirt beneath them. The white pelted she-cat paused, parting her jaws, and swaying her thickly plumed tail slowly from side to side as she inhaled, drawing air over the ever important Jacobson's Organ in the roof of her mouth. Hazel eyes flashed in the dim light, as a familiar scent was brought to her. Hemlockfang tilted her head to the side, ever so slightly.

"What are you doing out here, Argusclaw?"

Of course, there was no-one to hear her words as of yet, so, her speaking was more of a rhetoric thing. She decided, on a whim, that she would follow the tom to see where he was going so late. It was none of her business, sure Hemlockfang knew this, but, she wasn't antisocial, and she was a cat of a clan, she had a right to be just a little curious about where her clanmate was going. Besides, it seemed he was alone, and while there was the risk of the tom getting angered by being followed, it was a risk that the snow-pelted she-cat was willing to take in the darkness of the night, even though her bright colored pelt shone a deep, rich silver in the moonlight that managed to reach the ground that she was currently standing upon with those dirtied paws of hers.

She set off.

Once reaching him, she peered through the bushes, into the clearing that she and her brothers had once found, and proclaimed to be the most spectacular of places to visit in the dead of night. This, of course, had been when they were thicker than thieves, attached at the hips, and more than willing to break a few rules as apprentices to slip off and have an assortment of adventures before slipping back into camp, and pretending that the rule-breakage hadn't happened in the first place, and that they had halos floating above their ears. With apprentices though, that was never true, and thinking of her own apprentice slumbering away back at camp, she knew that the young tom, Elkpaw, would have his fair share of adventures without her knowledge - it was what apprentices did, after all.

Then again... There were always exceptions to every rule, and this particular unspoken rule among the apprentices was not one without those exceptions. "Argusclaw," she stated to alert her presence, even though she was almost positive that he had to know she was there, because only a heartbeat's breath before she'd spoken, the wind had decided to raise the fur along her spine, as it pushed against her, taking along with it, her scent. The element of surprise was ruined, but then, not that it was needed. This was no enemy, no foe, this was only the Riverclan deputy, and Hemlockfang had had conversations with the thick coated tabby before, the time of night made no real difference, or at least she didn't think so.

Hemlockfang concluded that if he showed that he didn't want her there, that she would leave without complaint. He deserved that respect, at least, didn't he? Of course he did. "Enjoying watching the light-bugs?"


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