Sweet Songs (Dream)

[» Sacrifice]

The sun was just coming up in the sky, it's rays beaming out pure color. The horizon was lit up with hundreds of different hues, pinks, reds, and all those that have no known name. There was not a single cloud to hide the morning's light. It was a breathtaking sight, one that would never fail to send just pure peace into the viewer. It seemed to just strip away whatever could have been eating previously at the viewer, to ease whatever stress had been from the day before, and the restless night just moments ago. For all it was worth though, this site was a rare one, seen only by those who have a touch of luck that day, and hardly seen by them again. For all it was worth though, just seeing it once was enough.

Raising her slender head toward the sun's warming light, golden highlights gleaming, reflecting off the light, a look of pure bliss crossed the she-cat's face, her amber eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment, the moment before even the birds could call out their tributes to the sun, when the whole world seemed to just glow. Within a moment though, everything was over, and the birds began to sing their songs, the prey began to shuffle around the meadow, and whatever bliss had been there, was gone, replaced by the normal look of worry, clear on every cat's face these days. It was nothing the wasn't seen, but while she had been relaxed like that, there had been something about the amber toned white she cat that had been different from the rest. Someone just needed to find that bit, locked deep inside of her. As the moons had passed though, it had gotten further and further away, and now, all hope of finding someone to call her own was nearly gone. She was what her status said, a loner.

As the meadow where she had made her den became more and more active, the cat Hawksong was finally forced to move from her spot on the hill, the spot that overlooked most of the meadow, her special viewing point to just observe. Lightly jumping to her feet, giving her shimmering pelt a good shake at that, and made her way through the grass. She was looking for a special place that as well as she was aware of, only she knew about. It was well hidden by a long, tall, and thick rock, and it was only by sheer luck that Hawksong had ever found it. Once she had though, there was no way to forget that place. Ah, there it was. Just a small nick in the rock, big enough for a feline to squeeze through, if they weren't huge. Slipping though that small part, and everything was opened up and wide from there.

Inside of the cave was a stream, and a rock of crystal. It's shimmering surface was like nothing she had ever seen before, and even to this day, entranced her to no end. In fact, this time as she stared down deep into the surface of the crystal, she didn't pay attention to the fact she had been a little obvious in her entrance, and that any casual observer could have followed her. This morning's sun bath had erased those thoughts, and if one to was to sneak up on her, then they could easily hurt, or help, that shimmering she cat. It all depended upon the cat.

But which would it be? Hurt, or help?

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

A low cough. Who was in his cavern? This she-cat did not smell harmful. And yet...Crow did not know her. How had she found the Crystal Rock? Was she...

No.

Crow padded closer to her, his deep voice sounding behind her.
"Madame, I do not believe we have met."

He looked at her, curiosity marking his shadowed eyes. He'd seen much pain in his life, but also much happiness. What had she seen? Was she...Was she to be trusted?

[» Sacrifice]

The cough had alerted her to another presence in the cavern, and although she was suprised, she refused to be hostile. Hawksong did not know who this cat was, but she would give him a chance. After all, she had made a few friends by not judging on what she couldn't see. Taking a soft breath, the golden tinted she cat turned around in a swift motion, to confront who was in the crystal cavern that she thought of as her own. Well, not really her own, but a place that she had thought only she had known about.

"Hello. You are correct in your thoughts. I have not met you before either."
The she cat said softly, her song like voice echoing gently in the large area. Her amber eyes, flecked with gold, were obviously curious, as she held her head at a slight tilt. This strange tom didn't have a dark feel to him, would it be that he was friendly? It was a possibility, and considering the fact that she had only made a single friend in the time she had been here, and just the very thought of there being a possibility of a friendly cat here, she was more then curious about them.

However, there was a shadowed look to this tom, as though he had seen and felt many things that could hurt one to no end. Maybe, she could figure out exactly what, if he was to be trusted.

"I'm called Hawksong."

[Destiny]

((Sacri, 30, Dream, 10, Sacri, 15.))

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

A ghost-like trance settled upon Crow's dark face, eyes down cast. How had she known to go here? This was....Well, frankly, his place. A secret...Secrets were dreaful things, barings that could stop hearts and sing entrancing lullabys. So much came with secrets...It was hard to decide if Hawksong were strong enough to keep the secret of this place. It was a bit late now, though, wasn't it?


"I am known as Crow. Formerly Crowcall, but many told me that was the name of a clancat. As is yours, it would appear. Do you come from the clans, Hawksong?"

His curiosity jolted his face to life, a smile on his lips.
The young she-cat must be deemed worthy of the place he'd longed to show someone down here. The Place of Ancient Scars. It was interesting, how the caves in the loners meadow wound to the rogue tunnels. Though, not even the masked one would ever know it existed. Especially with him being deceased. Rather, the world he and Hawksong alike had discovered had walls scratched on long ago by their ancestors. It was sacred, and he would protect its secret.

Yet again, secrets can be dangerous.

[» Sacrifice]

Not many cats could see past her soft looking exterior, it took a lot to sense the hard reserve that lurked just under it. Her bright eyes burned with curiousity, although a broad range of emotions could be portrayed, or hidden, by that very same fire. You could be smothered by emotion, or frozen by the lack of it. It was always that way though, with everyone. You couldn't tell if someone was your enemy or friend, until their actions spoke for them. There was no solving anyone that didn't want to be solved, just like a Rubix cube.

"No. I haven't ever lived with the clans."
Or plan to, for that matter.
Golden tints gleaming in the crystal cave, it was a touch obvious that this strange she cat really didn't care for the clans. In truth, she couldn't care what happened to them, or if they were wiped away from everyone's minds. It wasn't that she didn't respect their way of life, it was a noble if faulted way, it was the way that they led. Every ruler she had ever seen or known had always been a bit overpowering, their status giving them reason to actually be above the law. She knew nothing of the clans here, but when something makes an impression that large, it lingered, refusing to leave, a hinderance to those who strive for an open mind.

This cave had all types of smells, some that she hadn't ever scented, some that were ancient, a faint musty odor, and some fresh, although not as crisp as the scents of the two cats in the small area. Wonder was evident on her face, although it was obvious she had been here a few times. Having not been caught before was the amazing part, seeing as though Crow lived basically here, a fact that she had missed before.

"A pleasure to meet you Crow."
Manners. How many times had she been told that? And to think that she had almost forgotten them. It brought a touch of shame, as she had always been drilled as a kit to be polite. She had been drilled to be perfect really.