(Ever Alone)

[♕FatNinja♕]

EverFall basked in what was left of the days sunlight, feeling the heat fade as it drew later. She sighed her tail flicked lazily back and forth in a small effort to shy away all of the annoying Fleas and Flies. She had her optics closed and used what was left of her hearing to listen to her home. The sound of paws and voices came first of course she wasn't able to pick out the words but she did find it conferting that her clan was still going strong. The sounds of her people died away as she attempted to ignore them and instead focus on the homeland. Her hearing not being what it once was picked up very little if anything. A sigh escaped her shaking her aging frame, she used to nap in the content silence now it scared her. She missed the sounds the early bird used to make and the cute whispers of the wind. Now she had silence, opening her eyes for a brief moment she was annoyed how long it took them to adjust in the dimming light. Closing them again to help the process she gave a few long blinks. Opening her eyes with a look of surprise as her nose did catch something a nearing scent. She gave a small laugh, "Come to keep and Old Fart company?" She twisted around to get a look at her hero. 



Ishararain

[Ishararain]

 


The eighteen moons old, ten pound, long haired, muted calico, Ragdoll Warrior she-cat of ObsidianClan unsheathed her black claws and dug furrows in the terrain beneath them as she yawned. Opening her gray eyes, Timbermoon growled aloud. She still hated it every time, the fact that she was half blind pissed her off to no end and it was part of the reason she did not act like her docile Ragdoll ancestors. She also got pissed about the fact that she was also half deaf. With a half hiss, Timbermoon rose to her paws and moved out of her bed and into the Camp. She was in need of food and she had stashed a wood mouse the previous night. 

Retrieving the mouse she continued into the Camp to find herself a warm spot in the sunlight to eat. As she padded along, rounding a boulder, her ears switched to a sound, a set of feminine lyrics. Her long, silky fur half rose in anger as a soft slight hiss slipped free at the words, Come to keep an Old Fart company?  Old Fart?  Company?  Not particularly, but as Timbermoon drew closer the anger half drifted away as Timbermoon saw the speaker, the reddish-brown and black elder EverFall. Drawing close Timbermoon smirked a little as her remaining sight fell on the elder she-cat.

"Not particularly EverFall, but since you seem to have yourself a comfortable sunspot, I just may." Being a part of a Clan, Timbermoon knew the rules and dropped her day old wood mouse at EverFall's paws. "It's not much, but if you wish, you may have that kill." Timbermoon told her and sat down before she dropped into the patch of sun with the elder she-cat. Now, Timbermoon was not the friendliest of beasts, but EverFall was one that Timbermoon didn't mind the company of and if she remembered her cats right, EverFall was also partially deaf. Something that they shared with one another. The smirk grew on her muzzle as she rested in the sunlight with EverFall, if she didn't want the wood mouse, Timbermoon would snatch it right back and bolt it down quickly.






"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: ♕FatNinja♕ , OMG SOOO Sorry, thought I had already posted to this one. Lol. Well, here's Timbermoon for EverFall.  

[♕FatNinja♕]

The old feline, gave an amused smile though she couldn't see Timber all to well. She stood slowly and sniffed at the prey. Giving it a prod she wasn't sure if it was good or poison. She then decided not to care after all she was gonna die now or later the only difference would be now she might have some food in that old tummy of hers. Flicking a lazy tail and cleaning her whiskers after having very unladylike finished the prey. "Tell me a story young-in. I'm bored"