โฝ NIGHTFALL
She โข Warrior โข 34 moons
TAGGED. Anduin โข MENTIONED. Sinbad, Bourbon, Fang, Vulturesong, Azriel โข LOCATION. Camp
She โข Warrior โข 34 moons
TAGGED. Anduin โข MENTIONED. Sinbad, Bourbon, Fang, Vulturesong, Azriel โข LOCATION. Camp
- โโโโ โโโโ Wind rippled through sleek black fur as Nightfall sat beneath the mid-morning sun, as still as any statue around the park. It was quiet, with only the distant singing of birds ringing in the air and even that starting to die away as the sun grew brighter and the clan that had taken Central Park under its claws stirred. Nightfall liked to think she thrived in silence, and it was certainly pleasant upon her ears now. She wasnโt sure she liked, however, the recent inclination toward introspection sheโd had in it.
โโโโ โโโโ It was nothing she could fight, however, and reminiscence swept over her with as much force as the wind. Not long ago had she even given up her previous name for the one she now held, and Nyx, even if it wasnโt as distant to her as the one she had been born with, felt almost foreign to her now. It wasnโt necessarily that Nightfall felt like a name sheโd always been meant to have, eitherโit was simply hers now, and most of her wanted it to be hers for the rest of her life. Another part of her, however, was tense at the thought of the implications that brought with it.
โโโโ โโโโ Just moments prior, she had extracted herself from the briars theyโd taken for dens. The still unconscious Robinsongโs warm side pressed to hers had given her pause for a heartbeat, although it was a position she was used to waking up in by nowโbefore they had slipped into Sinbadโs ranks, the only way to retain heat and keep themselves hidden had been to huddle close together. Brambleblazeโs participation in keeping such matters had been reluctant, so it was no surprise she kept as far away from the rest of them now (though she was still always closest to Nightfall and Robinsong, and some mornings Nightfall had also woken to weight framing her on both sides).
โโโโ โโโโ Sleeping in close quarters like that was an extension of trust in a way even counting on another in battle wasnโt. Nightfall was settling into the rhythm of things as a warrior of Sinbadโs clan, but still, she found it difficult to settle down enough to sleep in a den full of cats she didnโt fully trust yet, if ever she would. It was still difficult for Nightfall to come to terms with being part of a burgeoning clan. Trust and dependence had never been something to come easily to herโshe had always been on her own, and it was only when sheโd met the two kits she now thought of as hers that changing that had even crossed her mind. She respected Sinbad, and she had some degree of awe for what he intended to do, not to mention what he had already pulled offโespecially backed by, in the long run, far from an exorbitant amount of alliesโbut some things, she thought with a twitch of a scarred and notched ear, would never fade.
โโโโ โโโโ In the distance, she could see the leader in question perched much the same way she was, facing Bourbon. Nightfall was too far to nod in acknowledgment, and she didnโt want to draw attention to herself, so she stayed where she was, only watching from afar as other cats began to mill about in the sunny languor of the early stretch of the day. None could call FeralClan lazy, but perhaps a slow morning or two was to be expected.
โโโโ โโโโ Her neutral stare flickered up when a weight settled beside her, apprehension flashing for an instant before fading in favor of recognition and familiarity. Friendship was something Nightfall was unaccustomed to, her intrinsic attitude and upbringing both keeping her closed off even from the cats she could now consider allies, but sheโd struck up something of a rapport with Anduin, who was quiet and steady in a way that well-complemented her own nature. He got on well with Brambleblaze too, which Nightfall suspected surprised her daughter more than anyone. All in all, Anduin was one of the few Nightfall could genuinely say she did trust, although not aloud, and showing it was another story.
โโโโ โโโโ Still, she tried to soften the posture that had instinctively tensed up. She met his nod with one of her own and relaxed her shoulders with some force. โYes, quite.โ Her voice had always been low, and as of late its roughness from lack of useโa constant over her younger moonsโhad eased. Sharp yellow eyes fell briefly shut as another breeze washed over her, nose twitching at the distant smell of rain. โWith any luck, newleaf should bring more support to the clan.โ Though whether that was lucky on a personal level was more dubious. Nightfall couldnโt help a slight grimace at the thought of having to put her faith in even more strange cats than she already had.
โโโโ โโโโ Her eyes narrowed toward Fang, who was talking withโshe squinted furtherโAzriel and Vulturesong. She held her tongue on the latter, some level of respect between them but any pleasantries mainly for Anduinโs sake. โA hunting patrol should be going out soon, it seems,โ she murmured, more to herself but still relatively audible. โI wonder if thereโll be any trouble. The changing season may do us as much harm as it will good.โ