- c o n f l i c t i n g . r e a l i t y - (c)

[;;CONFLICT]

.c.o.n.f.l.i.c.t.
Speak softly, and carry a big stick.

Gleaming crimson eyes peered out from the grass, staring at their prey. The small shuffling of a mouse and claws digging into the ground were the only sounds, carried by the gentle breeze. Dark blue ears pricked up as a pawstep was sounded. The hunt was going well... she was going to catch her prey. That was for sure. Another paw was set forewards, and the crimson eyes were closer. Another paw forewards; she was moving faster then before. She was closer, only about a fox-length. A close enough leap. Carefully, she crouched down lower, preparing to leap at her unsuspecting prey. Finally, after just moments of preperation she sprung. As she felt her front paws land on top of the mouse, she forced herself to land quickly, biting down onto her prey's neck. She waited until there wasnt a pulse coming from the mouse anymore, then grabbed it in her mouth and turned around. She held her tail up, making sure that any cat would know who she was. To anyone within the colonies, it would have been obvious. This was Conflict, the Matriarch of the Twilight Colony. Her pelt, long and purple with dark purple tabby stripes going down her back, a dark blue heart on her forehead, and dark blue ears, paws, and tail, and her eyes, crimson pools of flame. She sat in the snow, setting the mouse down on the ground. It was nice out. For winter, atleast. "Theres a new member, huh... Ah well... It cant hurt to add to the family..." she sighed, staring up at the sky as snowflakes fell slowly.

(This is a closed thread for Adrielle and Conflict. If you wish to join in, meow to me and ask, or if im online, ask in the cbox.)

[^ Brisingr >]

`` Adrielle

The sun was setting over the white mountain peaks, its final golden rays painting the sky a pretty pink. Soon, night would set in, casting a foreboding air over the Twilight Colony's spruce forest which was creepy enough as things were. The trees stretched straight into the sky where they fought for the touch of the sun, while a near constant mist hovered around their base. It was dark, too, the trees grew so closely together. That was why she liked it. This foreign land was so different from everywhere else she had ever been, and as such it provided a nice change. A fresh start, so to speak. Her emotions may learn to get the better of her were she to take shelter in some place that bore resemblance to a sunny, grassy meadow where the sun's light danced through the air and a brook rippled softly through the calm.

Instincts on the other hand never seemed to change. Having only recently joined the colony, she had felt out of place back at the camp. The stares of all the curious cats still lay heavy upon her pelt. To escape and give herself room to think she had fled to the territories, winding up sitting forlornly by a babbling forest stream. She always had enjoyed the sound of water, for its delicate, happy sound was comforting. It brought more good memories than bad. The one strange and different thing about the situation was the lingering scent of pine on the breeze which could only be left behind when straying into the land of someone else. It had a bittersweet smell that, when dwelled on too much, brought a look of distaste to her pale face. Bittersweet, just like her life.

For a while, the femme just sat, still as a statue. Even her thoughts were quiet. Every once in a while an ear would twitch at the sound of small, scurrying paws or an eye would stray to a quivering branch. Each time they returned to a default position; ears pricked forward and eyes staring straight ahead. She hardly even flinched when the bleak, gray clouds above began to sprinkle the earth with soft white flakes of snow. It was not until the heavier steps of a cat floated toward her that she showed any real sign of life. Then, the muscles in her neck contracted to slowly change the position of her head. Someone was out there. Seconds later the distinct scent of a feline wafted toward her, scenting ever so slightly familiar. Time to investigate.

In one deft movement she had gracefully changed from sitting to standing evenly on all four paws, glowing golden eyes fixed on the trees behind her. Each paw stepped lightly, yet quickly to move her with as much efficiency as possible while remaining momentarily undetectable. As of yet, she wouldn't be able to recognize an intruder right off the bat, and being cautious wasn’t always bad. She hesitated just briefly by the bordering bushes before shouldering her way through until caught in the perpetual darkness of what was called the 'haunted' forest. A fitting title, she thought. It took a moment, but soon she'd honed in on where the scent originated from and had briskly taken off after it. How strange. The stronger the scent grew the more familiar it became, though why she might know a cat here was beyond her imagination.

Shortly later, she came within easy view of the not-so-elusive feline, though did not stop until the distance was close enough for them to converse without problems. By sight, the cat was unrecognizable, but she had never been good with remembering appearances. Perhaps the familiarity was imagined after all. "What might your name be? And are you part of the Twilight Colony?" asked the green speckled femme, cutting straight the chase as always. Wasting time with commonplace polite exchanges was pointless and she refused to take part in it. Had she any idea of how things worked with these cats, she would have immediately known this cat to be Conflict, leader of her own colony. Silly that she wouldn't recognize it, but never before had she been in even a relatively similar place. To Adrielle, this was just some lurking creature bent on disturbing the peace.

notes: heh, my muse just experienced an explosion
character: adrielle of twilight colony
word count: 713
muse: high

[;;CONFLICT]

.c.o.n.f.l.i.c.t.
Speak softly, and carry a big stick.


Dark blue ears pricked up as Conflict turned her head, and crimson eyes widened as she realized who it was. "I am Conflict, Matriarch of the Twilight Colony. You must be the new member of the colony, am I correct?" she mewed, her melodic voice chiming like it always has. "If so... might your name happen to be... Adrielle?" she added quickly, though she didnt want to believe it. Was this cat truly the one that helped her escape from the twoleg home that she lived in oh so long ago? Conflict was oblivious to the fact that the cat, if it was truly Adrielle, hadnt recognized her. She shook the snow off of her purple pelt as it began piling up. Crimson flames staring into golden pools, Conflict eagerly awaited a reply, and a chance to be reunited with an old friend.

Muse Level - Fail.
Word Count - 142 -_-;

Yes, Even after that, this is all I can come up with. Its 3:20 AM. xD