Originally Posted by Broken Madness (Post 472737) A soft purr was heard as a warrior known by the name Midnightsky steps out of the warrior den, his mixed colored pelt a clear sign of calico colors however he had many scars and even a blind eye due to a few scars over his once blue eye now a milky blue, his other eye was a kinda of a green color however with mixes of brown, like the forest one might even say. He stood tall for a while and began to walk towards the foodpile, his pelt dances with the wind and one might even say the dark spots of his pelt held some white stars which is why he was given the name Midnightsky, he walks with a bit of pride and one might say elegance as he begins to pick out a small mouse, he wasn’t feeling as hungry but he was feeling how to say a bit cheery for some reason which is odd. Midnightsky is usually such a quiet cat, always in his own little world hunting on his own, rarely speaking to others or even looking at others. He was just there most might say, soon he begins to find a nice spot and lay down. Eating the small mouse slowly letting his mind wonder a bit as he ate... strange.. why was he thinking about her? @Celestial

The day was dawning on the crest of the hill, lights rays shining over brilliant feathers on the neck of a fancy blue bird or on the crown of birds head. She stood as the grass gently caressed her belly and her paws sunk deeper into the peaty soil wet with snowfall but revealed on the hill top from erosion. Behind her was a dark territory with its rolling hills that seemed to escape you even if you chased them on and on they seemed to span further and further out of your reach like the waves of the ocean. Far beyond what her eyes could see, far beyond the sharpest eagle eye. Duskchaser has been out since the sky was dark and she had been going ever since. She had forced herself out of the nest as soon as her eyes cracked open. She could’ve been called dreamchaser because honestly she was a night owl and a morning owl all in one, one to aspire after multiple dreams and chase them with ridiculous grit. But now she had stopped in her wandering sitting on the top of this hill as the fresh ocean breeze drifted off the ocean and combed her fur back with gentle strocks like the tongue of a mother to her kit. She turned now opening her eyes up her back to the sun she than began the long journey to camp.
Finally diving into the horse tunnel that lead into the heart of skyclan and instantly her eyes grazing the fur of a calico tom she had been dreaming about for too long. Her tail flicked as she stopped in her tracks and swallowed bile in her throat. Honestly she had seen him a few times said hi talked or even a nice evening walk and somehow he had embedded himself into her head like a parasite. She shook out her multicoloured fur and trotted forward her magpie clenched between her teeth as she approached him at first being to scare to say much.