The name basically explains everything you need to know. It's an abandon two-leg's garden that has an old wooden fence surronding it. The nest is broken and weared down and the windows are shattered. No two-leg has lived in it for ages. The grass within the garden is very tall and a lot of small shrubs have grown in there. Other than that, the place is empty. During colder weather, however, the nest does provide a bit of shelter from the bitter winds and that attracts a few creatures that seek warmth from the Leaf-bare's snow.
Hawkfrost laid silently on one of the windowsills. The glass of the window was completely shattered, but at least it was better than lying on the cold and hard ground below him. A storm was approaching and he didn't want to be caught in the middle of it. The junkyard had provided a bit of protection, but this place would shield him from any strong winds. His frosty blue eyes narrowed as he watched the forest in the distance. He was almost diguested with himself for giving up so easily, but what could he have done? They were out numbered by who knows how much. [And I just let Blackstar go? Who just does that! I had a chance to kill her right then and there.] He rumbled a growl to himself.
Last Edit: Jan 1, 2013 23:15:30 GMT -5 by ~Coldeh~
Cesario mewled as she pounced on a rabbit that was hopping. The young kitten quickly darted over the fence, mewling softly as she chased after the rabbit - her only sighting of food in days! The little kit was good at catching mice, but rabbits were out of her league. They hopped so fast! The kitten jumps off the fence and tackles the rabbit, making an attempt to grab onto the animals back leg. She fails, being she's never been properly taught. As the rabbit kicked the kit in the face, Cesario scrambles backwards with a hiss, her golden-brown fur bristling. "Bad hopper!" She mewls softly, pawing at her face; it hurt! The hopper had hurt her!
An angry squeak broke Hawkfrost's attention on his thoughts and his gaze slipped downwards as he searched the ground below him. His ears perked foward as his sharp orbs caught movement under a dead bush and he watched as a rabbit zipped across the open space and under another part of the fence. "Who's there?" He rumbled the demand, his voice low. He was assuming it was one of the members from his group. Giggle, or perhaps Owl.
Cesario darted from the bush, stopping as her aqua gaze found Hawkfrost. The kitten's bristling fur simply fluffed out, and she pawed her face, scratches running down the left side of her soft-furred face. The rabbit really had kicked her hard. "I am Cesario." She mewls, loud enough for the tomcat to hear. The little kitten was as bold as a kit could get. "Who are you?" Her aqua orbs never left the male, and she readied herself to run, her prey scared away.
His own posture relaxed at the sight of the kit. "My name is Hawkfrost." He murmured, his gaze taking in the recent scratches the kit had suffered. He admired the boldness of the young she-cat enough to ask, "Do you wish for me to put something on those scratches? They'll get infected if I don't." His tone didn't have the demanding in it anymore, but it was still gruff. He wasn't one to show much concern, but moons of code packed into his skull had made him soft enough to help a kit in need.
Last Edit: Jan 1, 2013 23:45:41 GMT -5 by ~Coldeh~
Cesario shuffles her paws. "Okay, will it hurt?" The young she-cat gazed upward at the tomcat. "Hawkfrost.. Are you a clan-cat?" Her eyes lit up; Cesario knew all about clans from the old cat at her old home, but that cat had died from something; a bad cough. The kitten would settle down, her distrust seeming to fade behind her; as if she let her guard down.
"I used to be. A long time ago." Hawkfrost replied, slowly standing up. He stretched out and shook out his tabby brown fur before he leaped down from the windowsill. "And it might sting a bit, but it shouldn't hurt that badly." He searched through the withered plants around the old nest, most of them were dying due to the frost that came the night before. However, under the nest where the frost was unable to reach there was a few flowers that survived. Marigold. Hawkfrost snatched one of the flowers and padded over to Cesario. He chewed up the leaves and petals of the herb before he applied them across the scratches on her soft face.
Cesario mewls quietly, "I wanna be a clan-cat someday." She moved to press against the tomcat as he applied the marigold. It's different from what she was used to - different than the chemicals her humans had used, and she liked it! "What is that, Hawkfrost?" She questions, giving a quiet cough. The little kit shifts herself, and moved to crawl under the tomcat. "It's cold." She didn't care the tomcat was a stranger, he had warmth.
"It's called marigold. It'll prevent any infection and it should help the scratches heal faster." He answered. A gust of chilly breeze whipped up his pelt, it was indeed colder than usual. "I'm sensing there's going to be a harsh Leaf-bare coming up this season. It's going to be cold for a long time." Hawkfrost murmured lowly as he watched the thickening clouds that loomed over the distant territories of the clans. "That's why I came here. The old nest will block out the worst of winds and snow."
Cesario shivered, and questioned, "Why aren't you a clan cat anymore?" Her head tilted. "I thought they had the best life ever! I don't understand how someone can leave it." Cesario's head peeks out between Hawkfrost's front legs, and she questions, "Can you tell me stories about your old clan? Please?"
"I never wanted to leave. You are correct, clan life is much better than being a kittypet or loner. They chose to not accept me anymore." Hawkfrost replied, turning his attention back to the kit. "My old clan lives far from the clans that live around here. It's called RiverClan. I had a sister, she was the medicine cat at the time and her name was Mothpelt. That's how I know most of the herbs."
Cesario purred upward, softly. "I don't know if I have any siblings." She curled on the tomcat's paws, her fur fluffing up slightly. "How come you don't start your own? Or go to one of the others, aren't there more?" The kitten was rather interested.
From the look of Cesario, one could assume if they did not know her name or scent, that she was a clan-cat -- the kit was lean and well-muscled, not over fed like most. The golden-brown kit shifted herself, to nestle against the larger cat. "Can I stay with you?" She questions.
"Starting my own up would take awhile." Hawkfrost mused thoughtfully, "But the thought did cross my mind. And yes there's plenty of clans for me to chose from. There was RiverClan, ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan; but none of them were interest in having me. Rivalry between the clans were too great. Loyalty is one of the main terms that is taught within the clans. If a cat would decide to change clans they will look down upon them and call them disloyal." Hawkfrost explained, "And the clans here don't trust me. So you can see that it is hard to just jump into a clan without them being suspicious of you."
Cesario's ears flick. "I wonder what I would be called if I were to get into a clan." The kits golden-brown tail twitches, and she questions, "Can you teach me to be a clan-cat?" Her head tilts to one side, as she rolls onto her back, revealing a white belly. "I think the clans should be nicer! Old Puppet said around leaf-bare they need more cats and prey and stuff. Puppet taught me to hunt mice, but there aren't a lot of them out." She reaches to paw the males face softly, "It is not right that they don't like you. Couldn't you try?"
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Coal: I know this is ded now, but looking back on this brings back memories. (this Coldfrost/star btw - aka Hurricane on HL) I have no idea what email/pass I used for my old account but I miss RPing with yall.
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