|| elective affinities {open}

[finitefox]

MYRRH

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

the wind caressed the foliage in one tender breath, sending a chorus of leafy whispers rippling though and cloying the air. the heavens were overcast, dull and bruised in one cloudy blanket that was seemingly omnipresent in the sky. the world held it's breath reverently, awaiting for the first crystalline drops of rain to free fall, where the arid grass would flinch at the pressure of raindrops.

This place, it seemed as if it hadn't rained in many moons - evidence being the dried riverbed. She wondered, what it would be like to see the river flowing once more; to here it's rumbling symphony filling the air as it wound along the ground; carrying upon it's furrowing back the weight of ducks and swans. Perhaps it would bring back a sense of life to the area.

A bird sang it's goodbyes somewhere amongst the distant trees, the spring of the branch as it hopped seeming to resonate; the frail wooden fingers upon it's bough colliding with others in a dull chatter. Newleaf seemed late, prevented and delayed somehow. The area seemed to lapse back into silence then; a silence seeming so thick and tense she dared not break it's spell.

In the center of the ancient wooden bridge was a feline perched, her fur a remarkable light grey painted in a careless yet alluring array of dark stripes and swirls. Her eyes, a deep almost forest green sought out something unnamed, peering into the artistry of the dried riverbed with what seemed a purpose. The riverbed was like a crumbling mosaic of faded gold, dappled with odd pieces of foliage and gnarled old branches about a tails length long.

Life, yet still present, seemed to be missed somehow from this area, it felt drained and arid; as if it hadn't seen even the slightest drop of rain in eons. She hoped, that that might change, that the fates would be in her favor and bless this land with rain...but who was she, but a mere clanless feline.

The tabby she-cat should have been worried, maybe on edge, about trespassing upon unknown territory, for she was more than many foxlengths from where she usually dwelled; but something made her come here, something compelling.

A long tail was wound like a snake around her, tip lain upon her paws in a vain attempt to retain as much heat as possible. Ears and whiskers were perked in delighted contentment; entirely at ease with her surroundings. She hadn't caught scent of any other felines, therefore deeming it prudent to elong her visit.

puppet: myrrh, clanless
lyrics/quote: Macbeth, act V, scene, V
ooc: woo, first in character post here ^^ hope it's good enough (:

[Sakura]

ooc:// hi! :) sorry 'bout the post! it's kinda a fail. my muse seems to be absent for the past couple of days.. ._.

desertrose

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An elongated sigh escaped from the depths of Desertrose's throat as she strolled aimlessly about. The poor deputy has been feeling too much pressure and stress from her clan in the recent moons. Hardly anyone would ever talk to her unless they were in need of some task of whatever sort taken care of -- and that was all the time. Desertrose strolled away from camp in hopes of discovering serenity for just a short while. However, she knew all too well that she could not be absent for long. Desertrose nowadays was basically the unofficial leader of IgnisClan. Stubborn Ol' Smokey just straight out declined to relinquish his leader position and retire peacefully in the elders den. Of course, Smokestar was once a great leader with all the classic attributes: clever, strong, confident, and levelheaded. But no longer has he those traits. His elderly mind has been fogged, his judgment failing and his body breaking. There was only so much Desertrose could do. Sure, a couple of senior warriors have stepped up and taken on some responsibility to assist her, but that could only go so far.

Desertrose abandoned her stressful thoughts and allowed herself to flow in harmony with her surroundings. She found herself wandering towards the bridge: a neutral area neither clan could claim. Desertrose found this to be perfect as it would not be the first place where her clan would try to search for her and disrupt her attempt to relax. Besides, Desertrose made sure that she didn't leave her clan in chaos with issues flying every which way. She settled whatever disputes and was positive that her clan would be perfectly fine without her for a couple of hours. All the patrols were scheduled, the apprentices completed their chores, mentors were doing their training sessions, queens and elders were comfortable, Smokestar was napping... yuppers, things should be fine.

As the deputy neared the bridge, a foreign scent approached her. Desertrose did not recognize it to be one of her own clan or even VentusClan. Instinctively, Desertrose evaluated the stranger. She could immediately tell that the stranger was a light grey female who was not local here. Desertrose eyed her for a moment, but she did not feel the need to become hostile or on the defense. If anything, Desertrose felt compelled to introduce herself. For once, Desertrose just longed to have a decent conversation with someone who didn't need something out of her or complain to her on whatever pitiful issue. The deputy closed the distance with the stranger in a calm manner.

"Hello there." She purred sweetly. "Who are you?" [/blockquote] [/blockquote][/blockquote]