cac pride month entries

[~ moth ~]

this is where i will post my entries for cac pride month raffles!

[~ moth ~]

word limit
1500
word count
1572
prompt
how did briar and thistle meet?
when did they first realize their affections for each other?
how did they learn about the clans?

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slowly the sun rose over the hills of the farm ,, casting a faint orange glow through the windows of the dark house. silence spread through the house like mist in the morning. atop the kitchen counter sits a beautiful white she-cat ,, watching the sun awake. slowly with the sun the world around stirs to life as well. outside birds chip ,, singing their songs of love to each other. mornings were always thistle's favorite time of day. there stood a calm that blanketed the farm yet a joy that rose with the sun. everyday was a new adventure. nudging her way through the cracked opened window thistle jumped to the ground below ,, the soft grass covered in a light dew. a light breeze buffeted against the molly ,, but it brought the warm hints of green-leaf. trotting through the green thistle looked around the hilly land ,, a purr in her throat. she loved her farm and everything about it. though ,, this morning a shadow seemed to move across the swaying grass. confused by this thistle sought to investigate what was on her farm. was it simply a trick of her eyes or an animal? when thistle reached where she had seen the shadow nothing was there but a scent. curious the she-cat followed after the scent ,, different colored eyes taking interest in anything that moved around her. that's when she saw the other cat. at the base of a hill was a dark furred cat chasing after a butterfly. tilting her head thistle watched the other molly with intrigue. the other cat twirled around with grace as she followed after the butterfly ,, however ,, she seemed to have no interest in injuring the insect for her claws were retracted. you too have an affinity for nature? thistle's soft voice called out to the new cat. the dark she-cat stopped what she was doing ,, turning toward thistle.
i do ,, in fact. the molly replied in a chipper voice. butterflies ,, i have always loved them. sitting down the molly tilted her head to the side ,, staring up at thistle. i'm briar. briar. thistle liked that name. making her way down the hill thistle walked up to briar.
i'm thistle ,, she introduced ,, looking toward the butterfly that was still around. butterflies are beautiful. their wings are unique and special to just them. turning her gaze back to briar she noticed the other cat staring at her. what is it? thistle questioned.
your eyes. they're two different colors. briar pointed out ,, causing thistle to look down. nobody had ever pointed out her eyes before ,, but now she was feeling somewhat self conscious about them. i like them. they're like a butterflies wings ,, unique and special to just you. with another glance up to briar thistle couldn't help but purr.
you're kind. this ignited a giggle from briar. hopping up onto her paws briar nodded her head toward the forest the bordered the farm.
do you want to go on an adventure? thistle hesitated ,, looking back toward her farmhouse. her humans were probably awake by now. if she didn't return by sundown then they would start to worry about her. facing briar the she-cat padded up beside her.
as long as i'm back by tonight. together the two cats headed for the forest to go on an adventure.

thistle didn't go home at sundown. on their adventure briar convinced thistle to join her as a loner.
where are we going? thistle questioned ,, looking to briar. they had been walking for a while yet they had done nothing of interest yet. around her the forest was full of life. leaves rustled in the breeze ,, small creatures scurried around in the brush nearby ,, the sun pierced its way through the branches above lighting the forest.
wherever the wind blows. briar replied ,, ears perking up. stopping in her tracks briar looked off to the left. thistle leaned forward ,, looking past briar.
what are you looking?
i'm not looking at anything. but i do hear something. come on! briar bounded off to the left. thistle had no idea where briar was bringing her ,, but nonetheless she ran after her.
where are we going? briar gave no reply ,, just a sideways glance to thistle with a mischievous look in her eyes. curiosity was chewing away at thistle. here she was following after a cat she knew next to nothing about through the forest that she had never been in to a place she didn't know of. yet thistle had no fear or doubts. inside her she was sure that she could trust briar ,, that she meant her no harm ,, that she just wanted to have some fun with a friend. soon enough the two reached a wondrous area. the trees began to thin out into a small outcropping. the green grass gave way to tan sand ,, soft and warm underneath thistle paws. a sprinkling waterfall fed into a crystal clear pool. beautifully colored fish swam through the large pond. pink petals fluttered through the air ,, coming from flowers and blossoms on trees. thistle was awestruck. at a loss for words briar broke the silence.
want to go for a swim? briar started toward the pond ,, but thistle stayed back.
i don't know how to swim. thistle admitted.
it's easy. i'll show you. hesitantly thistle waded into the water with briar. once she reached stomach height thistle froze. briar on the other paw kept going. here ,, go like this. briar started kicking her paws under the water. stepping in deeper thistle tried it out ,, batting her paws back and forth. look at you! you're a natural! chuckling ,, thistle swam further ,, briar paddling alongside her. swishing her tail through the water briar sprayed thistle with water.
hey! thistle laughed ,, splashing briar back. up until sunhigh the two cats swam and played ,, having the best of time.
back on the sandy beach they lay next to each ,, drying their fur off in the sun.
this was the best day i've had. thistle softly sighed ,, laying her head on her paws.
it could be like this everyday ,, you know. just you and me and the world. thistle looked to briar.
what?
join me as a loner. we could have even better times than this. briar encouraged. getting to her paws thistle shook her head.
don't know if i could do that. my two-legs -
-never gave you a day like this. you just said that this was the best day of your life! with me we can spend everyday like this. a silence spread between the cats until thistle nodded and broke out in a purr.
alright! why not. jumping to her paws briar jumped at thistle ,, the two cats falling to the soft sand ,, laughing.

-two months later-

above the moon shone bright ,, full and beautiful. its light reflected down onto the shimmering blue pool below. around fireflies drifted through the air ,, their light twinkling in and out of existence much like the starts. the trickling of the waterfall was quiet but steady. on the sandy ground flowers lay ,, lining the pool of water and creating a sort of path. where are you taking me this time? thistle asked ,, eyes shut as briar guided her toward the opening in the woods.
it's a surprise! briar replied ,, giggling as she lead thistle. once they reached the sand briar told thislte to open her eyes. looking around the she-cat was surprised ,, her mouth agape.
what is this?
well ,, you're always talking about how you love the first day we met. so i wanted to re-create it! briar looked to her friend. do you like it?
do i like it? thistle's eyes met briars. i love it. briar let out a sigh of relief ,, looking down at her paws.
i'm glad. briar quietly said.
briar ,, thistle paused ,, waiting for her friend to look at her.
yes ,, thistle?
i ... thistle was unsure if she should say it. how would briar react. i love you. at first briar said nor did anything. she just sat and stared at thistle. standing up thistle stepped back. i shouldn't of - briar got to her paws and pressed her forehead against thistles.
i love you too ,, briar softly said. as they nuzzled each other rain began to pour down on the scene. let's get out of the rain! running off the cats sought of shelter from the storm.

-the next day-

with a yawn and a stretch thistle opened her eyes. she found herself in a makeshift den ,, briar sleeping next to her. outside the storm had wrecked havoc. branches from trees littered the ground ,, large puddles covered the earth ,, and rain still drizzled. beside thistle briar stirred. good morning ,, love. so last night just wasn't a dream. it was official ,, briar and thistle were mates. a giddy feeling filled her all over again.
is someone there? this new voice startled both mollies. climbing from the den the two were met by another cat. you two were caught in the storm as well? you two should head to the clans. they take in cats like us ,, rouges looking for places to live. they said. thistle and briar looked to each other ,, both having the same question.
clans?
yeah! communities of cats that care for each other. i'm heading to them now! c'mon. we can all travel together. briar just shrugged.
i don't see why not.
neither do i. looking to the other cat thistle nodded. let's go then!