Do You Recall (Private)

[Jaylight]

            ✦Silence is sweet...✦

✘Death is your despair...✘

✦That I bring upon you... ✦           

With a face of gold, body of sharp handsome features, Jaylight walked around the camp liked he owned it. From two cats with little to no beauty, compared to his, Jaylight was lucky he was as charming at he was to this day. He was a tall tom, with tall legs and rippling muscles. He had ginger and white fur with darker ginger stripes. With his dashing looks, he developed a personality different from one he had as a kit and apprentice. Once hostile and rude, he now had a playful flirtatious way of speaking. Flirting and winking and ever she-cat he saw, he brought shame to his name. Well, not really. It wasn't like he had kits with five different she-cats, more over the lines that he had no one to hold him down.

Once he had feelings for Snowflurry, but with time those feelings began to fade away. He had fallen out of love with her just as fast as he had fallen in love with her. Growing bored of her, he began to search for a new she-cat to have interest in. For some time, a she-cat with cream colored fur had caught his dark amber eyes. Maybe she had his eye ever since they were young, but he had been distracted by other needy she-cat to ever really think into it.

Yes, his desires no turned to Dogrunner. A childhood friend that he might have had feelings for when they were young, but had been busy with Snowflurry that he had been taken away. So, today was the day he would charm his dear friend with his seductive ways. To capture her heart and make it his own, to fill her mind so that no other could enter it. Now, where was the she-cat?

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[Dogrunner]

Dogpaw walked with ease into the camp, her light-colored pelt speckled with the season's first snowfall. Since the clan was placed in a colder region, their clan tended to have more snow earlier than any of the other clans. But she had no problem with that, in fact she rather liked the snow, a good choice in her younger self for picking this one rather than some filthy other clan. No offense to them.
She was warrior-aged now, lithe and packed with the muscles that would aid her in her adulthood. No longer did she have kit-fluff and round eyes, now she had filled out, her limbs lengthening and her body becoming more angled as she grew into her final form. Her eyes were icy, cold and sharp against her cream fur. It was  a welcome change, no longer was she a clumsy little furball that didn't know the difference between a mouse and a shrew.
She shook out her fur, the small flecks raining down to join the other clumps of early snowfall on the ground. Dogpaw was nearly due for her warrior ceremony and she would be lying if she said she wasn't worried. Being a warrior meant a lot, it meant she'd be able to take on more responsibilites, but with it she'd be losing her childhood. Her name would change and as it was, she feared she might also. She breathed a light sigh and trotted into the middle of the camp, her head looking around to see where she was needed.