not cold enough for a snowstorm [open]

[TANSYMiST !]

TANSYMiST

snow glittered down from the sky as the gray tabby sat in awe. she looked up to the cloudy expanse of white, eyes blinking methodically as she let the soft, cold, droplets of ice land on her face. a flake landed on her ear, and she shook it off quickly, a bit frightened as the cold water touched the pink part of her ear.
tansymist twitched her tail softly. back and forth, back and forth, just observing. some cats were out and about, mostly warriors wanting to get a head start on the day as the invisible sun started to come through the clouds. part of the white moved, and a ray of sunlight hit her face and blinded it for a second. for a moment she realized what it would be like to be without her sight, to be without the one thing that she could rely on to get her out of any situation. without sight, she would be nothing. she couldn't imagine being there in AshClan without it.
Behind her in the nursery, tansymist could hear the quiet mewing of tiny kits. newborns, by the sound of it. she had not had a litter yet, although she was getting up there in age. none of the toms had taken a particular liking to her. she had always been loyal, and she believed herself to be quite pretty, but none of the other males have made a move. she sighed lightly, and got up from her sitting position. it was getting cold in the shade by the nursery, and she couldn't take the constant mewing anymore. that was what nannies were for, to take care of those precious kits until they were old enough to start their apprenticeship.
tansymist looked over to the leader and deputy den. they were supposedly still sleeping, but she couldn't see in all the way. blinking again, she stood up, stretching quickly, and walked over toward the warrior den. she sat outside the den, strategically, waiting for one of the warriors to come out that she could make conversation with. tansymist was the most loyal and respectful young queen, and she didn't care for any of those other femmes that had run away from the Clan, and killing the huntresses that had gone after them. they were not part of the Clan any more. not part of her life at all. they were just memories. they were like the snow, as it flitted down to the ground on a leaf-bare day that wasn't quite cold enough. it just melted into the ground...gone forever.
tansymist looked down at the ground as one of the the snowflakes melted. "gone forever." she whispered, as she ran her paw over the patch where the droplet had disappeared.

iNSPiRATiON: ill stand by you (glee cast version)
MUSE: average
DiRECTED TO: open, especially toms
WORD COUNT: 460

[[.final.fire.]]

[.Finalfire.]
[.jump on the stage makes me goin crazy.]
[.afterwards myself and one of them gorgeous ladies.]
[.there is no need to be actin shady.]

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An orange puffball opened golden amber eyes and blinked lazily. Finalfire uncurled himself and streatched, then almost fell asleep again. He groomed his fur, trying to calm the soft, fine orange hairs. When he was sure he looked presentable, he walked out past the rest of the dens, blinking as the harsh winter sunlight shone down on his fur. Exiting the den, he spotted a grey tabby sitting by herself in the falling snow.

Finalfire had alwas been smooth with the she-cats. As a kit, he had been the one teasing them and it just gradually grew to being a big flirt. He didn't care that the suffregettes were making a stand right now and that all she-cats could be dangerous; everyone was his firned, so why would they turn on him? This she-cat however, he had never talked to before. Why was that? Finalfire didnt know. He decided to make an appearance; after all, she looked like she needed someone to talk to.

"Gone forever," he heard her mew softly. Finalfire smiled his warm, genuine smile and padded over to where she sat.

"Nothin's ever gone forever," he said as he lifted her paw off the ground with his. He crouched over the spot where her hand had layed.

"What were you looking at?" he asked, his charming smile fading to a more curious expression. It was another thing that Finalfire did well; show all his emotions in highly exxagerated fomat. When he was curious, he looked really curious, and when he was excited about something, he was really excited about something. It made him have a friendly, playful appearancethat seemed to brighten any cat's gloomy mood.

[TANSYMiST !]

TANSYMiST

she was a bit surprised when finalfire came out of the den. she hadn't talked to him before, even though he seemed nice enough he was certainly handsome, and tansymist could never turn down a conversation with a tom anyway. except for the fact thta he was 10 moons younger than she, she found him quite attractive. to her, he was just a child. inexperienced and youthful. but of course, she could never tell him this. he would just need to do his thing, and get on with his life. whatever finalfire wanted, she was good with. that was the type of cat she was, loyal and inferior.
tansymist put on her biggest smile, and spoke in her airy voice. "Oh, hello Finalfire!" she spoke with a strange confidence that only came when she was flirting. "You're right. About nothing ever being gone forever. I was just talking to myself. But I'm not crazy, just contemplating.
she smiled, yet this time genuinely. he was a nice child. one that seemed caring, and compassionate. yet all she wanted in her life at that moment was kits, and she would do anything to get to that point. even if that meant mating with a younger cat...yet he was handsome and kind, and in the few minutes tansymist had known him, she had taken a strange liking to him.
he asked what she was looking at, and she looked back up into his bright amber orbs. he was about the same size as she was, which was saying something for a 14 moon old cat, for she was muscular and large in build. she looked down at where the snowflake had melted, and then back up at him. "I was just realizing how beautiful the snow was, and how they are almost as wonderful as your eyes." her voice was bright and cheery, and she smiled as she spoke, raising the pitch of her already high voice. his eyes showed his brave and bold personality, the way they shone with confidence. he had done this before, although he was young. he was the flirting type of cat, not the settling down kind. tansymist sighed a little, but not enough for the male to hear. she only wanted to please him, and if that meant acting happy and elated in his presence, then she would do it.
"How was your sleep?" she asked, changing the subject to a lighter note. she wanted to keep talking to him, but at the same time she knew it was a little strange. there was not reallly a connection, as hard as she tried to make it work. yet still, she would talk until her jaw fell off if that is what he wanted her to do.

iNSPiRATiON: mary's song (oh my my my) - taylor swift
MUSE: good
DiRECTED TO: finalfire && open
WORD COUNT: 460

[[.final.fire.]]

"Oh, hello Finalfire!"

Finalfire held back a laugh. So this was one of those she-cats...Oh, well.

"You're right. About nothing ever being gone forever. I was just talking to myself. But I'm not crazy, just contemplating."

At this he could not stifle a laugh. "Oh course you're not crazy," he said, laughing. She seemed to evaluate him, and he said nothing but looked right on back. Does she think I'm here to... no, she couldn't be that narrow-minded, he thought. And yet, in the back of his mind, something itched. You shouldn't lead her on like this, you know, it whispered, and Finalfire started t get a little nervous.

The probalem with him, was that there weren't lots of cats like him. Yu were either nervous or shy around she-cats, or you were arrogant and mean to them. And if you decided to flirt, it usually meant mating. Finalfire thought of she-cats as equals; you just had to come around them in a different. way. Talking to she-cats just like you'd talk to toms was hardly reasonable, so of course Finalfire had to flirt to enter a conversation. Besides, this she-cat looked ten moons older and she still wanted to pick him up!

"I was just realizing how beautiful the snow was, and how they are almost as wonderful as your eyes."

Finalfire rolled his eyes. "Oh, yarrow, save me," he said comically as he shook his head. But the words held a deeper meaning. What had he gotten into? Obviously, this wasn't one of the smart she-cats.

He went into the nursery often, because he was friendy, and he noticed that there were two kinds of she-cats; the flirty kind, and the kind that just wanted to get away and out of here. He liked both, but he found that the she-cats with less brains were more often than not in the flirty kind.

"How was your sleep?"

At this, Finalfire had to back off. Fist, he stated the obvious.

"Boy, I know what some she-cats think about all day."

Then, he burst out laughing.

"I was just wondering what you were doing, doll. C'amon, you must be nine moons older!" he said, still laughing. "Look; I'm realy sorry and stuff, but how else do you expect me to talk to you? The Blackpaw manouver just doesn't work with me." By that, he had to recall how Blackpaw talked to she-cats- seriously and deeply. That just wasn't going to cut it for Finalfire.

"How come you know my name and I don't know yours?" asked Finalfire. After all, it wsa the reason he had come up to see this she-cat after all; to meet her, and find out about her. He was friendly, but just because he was didn't man he was looking for a mate.