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Post by BEARHEART on Nov 29, 2013 16:49:29 GMT -5
As sunhigh cast its rays through the thinning swamp lands, a particular figure made his way into the SwampClan camp. His large paws left slight impressions on the moist ground, but the most obvious trail he left behind was not visible, but rather a scent. In Bearheart's jaws there were two bundles of truly diverse herbs; one was long and slender, almost completely green and leafy except for exotic light violet flowers strewn haphazardly. The other was rather beautiful, with a medium length stem and, near the tip, explosions of golden and dark orange petals.
There was no way for the deputy to know that the two plants he held high in the air were Rosemary, effective for hiding the scent of death and probably one of the strongest smelling herbs of all time, and Goldenfoot, effective for giving strength to weary kits. No, he did not care for their purpose, so long as they acted as a 'get-out-of-jail-free' card by allowing him to see and converse with Satyrnose without others questioning the medicine cat's loyalty to her position. Bearheart found it ironically funny, that everyone would doubt someone who probably happened to be their most loyal high position; he knew Satyrnose to be a femme of faith and care, and just because they were close and he was a flirt did not mean they were sleeping together.
The tom cast a daring glance at any clanmate he passed along the way to Satyr's den, as if begging for them to say something to set him off. He was already slightly on edge with one of the clan's elders, Nightfrost, whom he knew to be giving his curly-eared love some trouble, even if she was too strong to admit such things to him (or maybe it was just the idea of the two together that gave Bearheart the trouble?). As much as he would deny it, Bearheart kept an eye out for his best friend, and even her new apprentice set his fur to a static tune, though he knew Coyotepaw did more good than bad. The massive tom paused for a moment outside of the Medicine Cat's den, not out of hesitation, but out of respect. Around the bundle of herbs (which were beginning to make his eyes water), Beaheart murmured into the den, "[insert cute nickname here]?"
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Nov 29, 2013 18:02:20 GMT -5
Satyrnose had been laying in her nest for a majority of the day, she hadn't needed to get up or really do anything as it was. The scent of Nightfrost still clung to her fur after the emotional moment the tom went through, having buried himself in her fur. He was a strong tom but sometimes he just needed to get things off his chest and oddly enough it did just that with the exact cat he blamed for everything. Throughout the whole thing the only cat she wanted to see was Bearheart. The tom she loved deeply though she wouldn't, and couldn't admit it in fear of losing her place as medicine cat. It was hard seeing him especially at night when all she wanted was for him to stay with her in her nest. Yet she knew, the clan was watching the deputy closely as he was always in her den talking to her or the two were commonly seen sitting in camp together.
The handsome brown and white tom had been a close friend, and to this day her best friend since she was little. He was with her when she lost her brother, not allowing her to blame herself though she did as she couldn't save his life, and he always stayed by her side. All in all Satyrnose fell in love with him even before becoming a full medicine cat, while debating on dropping her position Coyotefoot had stepped down and given full title to Satyrnose, forcing her to watch in agony as the love of her life was now out of reach. While this never put off Bearheart, who was obviously still a flirt to her, it forced the curly eared molly to back off and act as if she didn't want his love.
Soon enough she heard his voice, her head lifting off her paws quickly, it was a sound she adored and craved and when it came, nearly at the same time every day, she simply smiled, letting a small purr escape her. "Come in Bearheart." Satyrnose said with pure content. While she was still laying down, she didn't need to be formal with him. He wouldn't care is she was covered in mud or groomed to perfection and she adored that about him. Her job was stressful and she rarely ever looked perfect but her dear Bearheart never seemed to mind.
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Post by BEARHEART on Nov 29, 2013 19:39:55 GMT -5
Bearheart felt a low purr build in his throat at the sound of Satyrnose's voice, bidding him to enter her den. He wasted no time in pushing his way through the briars, making sure to keep his chosen herbs away from the damaging thorns. The tom caught himself looking around the open den until his olive irises came to rest on the pretty silver molly he had been waiting to see, and he noticed she was lying down. He was all too aware of how stressful her position could be, and he knew that often times Satyrnose would overwork herself. It was fantastic, in his eyes, that the femme was finally taking a break; Coyotepaw was nowhere in sight, and her den was nicely kept, meaning of course that she had been organizing earlier. It had never bothered the warrior that Satyrnose had issues with OCD, though it did concern him at times, for he was fearful of her panic over slight mess.
Pushing these observations to the back of his mind, Bearheart pressed gently onward through the hollow until he reached the silver molly's nest, where he gently dropped the herbs at her feet in a bowing gesture. "I thought you might need these..." The statement was cut short, seeing as Bearheart true reason for bringing the herbs had nothing to do with Satyr using them to heal her ailed patients. He hoped she would get the jist and that this could be a silent understanding between the two of themselves.
With a clearly audible purr, Bearheart knelt down to nuzzle the molly affectionately, in a form of flirtatious greeting, but as he burrowed his nose into her soft fur, he caught scent of a different tom. He backed up respectively, and his muzzle twitched in recognition and slight annoyance. Trying to keep the edge out of his inquiry, the tom almost nonchalantly looked into Satyrnose's eyes, and asked, "Oh; did Nightfrost drop by earlier? Is he alright?" It wasn't hard to sound concerned; just, it was hard to sound concerned for the right reason. Was Bearhart worried about his clanmate's health? Sure. Was he more worried about why Nightfrost's scent was embedded into Satyrnose's fur? Absolutely. The elder had a history of being... unkind to medicine cats.
Agh, sorry, had to write this quickly.
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Nov 29, 2013 19:50:56 GMT -5
Satyrnose laughed softly seeing the herbs Bearheart carried so carefully in his jaws. The two plants didn't have much to do with the season, there were no expecting queens and really there wasn't much she could do with them at the time. Of course she knew he was bringing them to her in a loving manor rather than meaning of use. "My my don't you just look so manly with your gorgeous flowers." She purred lightly, her bright eyes looking over him, an affectionate gleam clear in her eyes. "And how is my favorite deputy today?"
His next question caused her to frown, him pulling away because of what she knew was the black toms scent. "Yes he did in fact. He was having some issues getting over his past, he wanted to apologize for blaming me on the loss of his siblings." With that she moved her paw over to him, missing the contact of the fluffy tom. "Is something wrong?" She asked, seeming to pay attention more to how he pulled away, which wasn't common to the toms nature, well when it came to Satyrnose. Oddly to her he never picked a different molly to flirt with or care about when the silver medicine cat came to be off limits.
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Post by BEARHEART on Nov 29, 2013 20:08:23 GMT -5
Satyrnose's response caught the tom a little off guard, if he were to be completely honest. His expression became quizzical, though as the molly moved a paw closer to him, Bearheart found himself curling up on the den's rough floor in attempts to level himself with his subject of interest. With their noses less than what seemed a kittenstep away, and the warrior's eyes wide with curiosity like that of an excited kit's, Bear voiced his inner thoughts. "Wrong? No- well; Nightfrost just- he apologized to you? I was expecting something more... I don't know, rash? Bold?"
Bearheart rested his large paws on the molly's smaller ones, finding an opportunity to regain his usual spontaneous persona. With a sly grin, the tom pretended to shrug it off, offering up a small explanation as he did so. "I thought for sure I'd have to go beat up on an elder for hitting on my girl..." Bearheart's voice shifted to a murmer as he coyly teased Satyrnose, as if what he had to say was a secret shared between the two of them. "And for the record, you know I looked absolutely fabulous carrying those flowers. Don't even try to deny it."
Gah now my muse is just off in fairy land somewhere. COME BACK MUSE.
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Nov 29, 2013 20:21:03 GMT -5
With a purr and a grin Satyrnose watched him lay down, her eyes slit in almost a seductive gaze to the tom. Of course there wasn't much to do but she soon moved forward to lick his nose gently, trying not to surprise him.
"You were expecting him to be more violent towards me weren't you?" This was something she had expected herself but when looked at in Bearhearts eyes... A violent cat to his darling medicine baby was something to go after. While even if it had happened she wouldn't say anything to him, not wanting conflict in the clan. They already suspected something between the two respected cats, no need to add fuel to the flame.
In her den it was somewhere the two were safe, a cat would always call before entering. it was somewhere the two could lay down together, flirt ruthlessly, or even simply cuddle. Coyotepaw was rarely there unless she called for him and even then the little ginger tom new about the two and refused to say a word. "Now now my darling do you truly think anyone is bold enough to flirt with me besides you? But yes, you do look quite stunning carrying those, its a talent you should be a flower model my dear." She purred, shutting her eyes for a second and setting her head lightly atop of his.
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Post by BEARHEART on Nov 29, 2013 21:44:22 GMT -5
If Bearheart was familiar with Satyrnose's sudden flirtatious gestures, he didn't show it. He was entirely in love with this open form of attention; if anything, he longed for her touch now more than ever, and that could never have been a good thing. He shyly drew his focus to the ground, as if inspecting it, though his mind reeled with the icy tingling sensation where Satyr had "kissed" his nose. "You were expecting him to be more violent towards me, weren't you?" Bearheart glanced back up, his eyes catching hers, and a certain degree of electricity passed between the two. He tried to give a soft laugh, but only managed to exhale louder than usual; his chest felt constricted, almost as if the femme was taking his breath away. For a moment he tried to think of a eligible response, but drew a relentless blank, his mouth opening and closing with false beginnings. Finally, he ran his tongue roughly over his lips and grinned. "You caught me. I thought the day that tom apologized to a meddy would be the day hedgehogs flew."
His humor was weaker than usual, even he would admit, but this beautiful molly before him didn't seem to notice. "Now, my darling, do you truly think anyone is bold enough to flirt with me besides you?" He missed the last half of her statement, slightly dazed by her seductive behavior. It wasn't that he was bothered by it- oh StarClan, he was not bothered by it in the slightest. This is what he had wanted since he became a warrior, wasn't it? But it was so wrong at the same time. In all of his playful flirts and overprotective statutes, Bearheart had never expected her to respond in such a way. Of course, she had hinted at her feelings before, and the two had cuddled and nuzzled and... They had just been together, and felt loved by each other, but the feeling Bearheart got now was somehow different. He liked it.
She rested her head atop his, lightly, with such a grace and gentleness only she could maneuver. The tom felt the stress that encased him release its icy grip, and he was free, and he was there. He let out a relieved sigh, almost dizzy off the scent of Satyrnose and the Rosemary herb combined. In that instant, he had never been happier. The next, he felt overwhelmed with panic. He pulled away from the beautiful molly, raising quickly to his paws and looked down. He wanted her to know everything, even if she hated him for it. "Satyrnose- I love you. But I can't. I can't, but I do, and I know that even if you do not love me, I will always love you, because you are the only one I long to see every day, and I think about you all the time, and I worry about everything you do, because you are the only one for me. I don't care what people say about me. They can't change the way I feel..." The next thing Bearheart had to say was probably the hardest thing he had ever said in his life. "But I do care what they say about you. And I know that if I were to have you and love you, they would find a way to hurt you, because this world is cruel." Sighing, the tom looked almost defeated, but he had to add, "And StarClan would be furious with me for taking away their best medicine cat." He paused, and tore his gaze from the ground to the molly he was confessing to. "I know we can't be together; I wouldn't wish that agony upon you. I just thought you should know how I feel. I'm so sorry." Sorry? Sorry for making things awkward, for ruining everything, for not being the friend he should be. Sorry for everything, at the moment.
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Nov 29, 2013 21:59:23 GMT -5
Satyrnose was finally acting the way she wished she always could. She was flirting with him, laying with him, looking at him the way she wanted since she met the tom. There was nothing more in her life that she wanted than to belong to him and although she was the only one who knew that, there was nothing that could change her mind. In the end, to her, she was his.
"Bearheart I-" She cut off as he suddenly started talking. "I love you. But I can't. I can't, but I do, and I know that even if you do not love me, I will always love you..." Her heart came to a stop, surprised and simply confused. No, he couldn't love her... It wasn't right nobody could honestly love her. Why would they? How could they. She was weird, she was a medicine cat, she was... Satyrnose. Everything was going through her mind it hurt actually, it was an insane pain in her chest, more than she had ever felt before. Why? Because she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be known as his mate, but there was nothing she could do about it.
She simply got up and pressed her face into his neck, her jaws parting to speak. "Bearheart... I know we can't be together, I know its against the code but I have to tell you, you have to know. I love you. Just as you love me I love you and I don't care what others think. I made a mistake being medicine cat and theres nothing I can do about it now but you just needed to know. I love you and even if I can't truly be yours... To me I am. "
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Post by BEARHEART on Nov 29, 2013 22:23:09 GMT -5
Bearheart stood motionless as Satyrnose pressed her muzzle into his neck, listening to her words. "Bearheart... I know we can't be together, I know its against the code, but I have to tell you, you have to know. I love you. Just as you love me, I love you, and I don't care what others think. I made a mistake being medicine cat and theres nothing I can do about it now, but you just needed to know. I love you, and even if I can't truly be yours... To me, I am." This set Bearheart off. Everything seemed to crash down on him, and an intense rage set his heart aflame. He shrieks were probably heard throughout the camp, and even if they weren't, they sure echoed in the den. "Well it's not fair! I hate this, Satyrnose!" He did not mean to offend the molly; more so, he was frustrated that everything worked out except StarClan's idiotic rules, which he usually followed without a second guess. Nuzzling Satyrnose with a gentle anger, Bearheart struggled to keep his voice quiet lest he provoke a scene with the warriors roaming camp outside the den. "I just don't get it. Why would StarClan make us feel this way if we can't be together? If that's their idea of humor, then I'd screw them over a million times just to be with you for a minute."
Gritting his teeth, the tom felt his claws dig into the ground at the irony of the whole situation. He was angrier than he should be, but he was always a little over dramatic; he had developed anger management issues at a young age, but he could usually control them fairly well. His problem this time was that he didn't want to hurt Satyrnose accidently, and he didn't want to turn and leave lest she confuse his need to get away with a desire to get away from her. He exhaled heavily, then licked her ear. Bear shut his eyes, trying to calm himself and think.
Holy mother of God I only have 4% battery I had to post this rather quickly; I lose Internet when I charge. Sorry for sloppiness!
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Nov 30, 2013 3:02:03 GMT -5
Satyrnose flinched back sharply, her eyes shutting as Bearheart shouted. The jumpy molly was often one to do this, and he knew that. She did it so much as when he came to say hello to her so hearing the shout all of the sudden, no matter how relevant and needed it was, scared the life from her for a mere second.
"Bearheart." She started, licking his neck quickly. "Sweetie you can't be so loud... You'll get us both in deep trouble. I know its wrong and Starclan can be cruel but darling we'll figure it out I promise..." Her heart was pounding harder than ever before. She just wanted to make him happy and it was clear he wasn't.
Settling down again, allowing him to lick her ear the molly shut her eyes, sighing. Satyrnose then looked up at him with soft green eyes. "Bearheart just please... We'll make this work.. Somehow we'll make this work. I don't care if I have to give up my position to Coyotepaw early. I just want to be with you, have a family with you, everything I wanted since I was little..." This all scared her half to death but she knew what she wanted. In the end Swampclans darling medicine cat was in love. With a sigh she finally managed to speak again.
"Will you stay with me tonight...?"
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Post by BEARHEART on Dec 5, 2013 18:55:15 GMT -5
An empty, sickly feeling settled in Bearheart's stomach as he watched his love quiver in fear and excitement. He pawed the ground absent mindedly, knowing that he would have to answer her question as hard as it would be. "Will you stay with me tonight?" He sighed, defeated. "Satyrnose... You know I'm not going to make you give up your position for me. I'm sorry I yelled." Was that answer enough? He couldn't say no to her, he just couldn't, because he wanted so badly to say yes. But he had duties, and she had duties, and he knew the way others would look at her, and think of her, if he stayed. He wanted her to be happy, and that didn't involve him coming in here and jacking everything up. He felt so stupid, and now he wished he could take his confessions back, and let the beautiful silver molly live happily ever after in this fantasy world of herbs and StarClan.
"I should probably go." His heart skipped a beat, and his chest lurched. This was the most moral decision he had ever made, and he silently cursed himself for suddenly being a stick in the mud, but he couldn't stay here any longer, or he knew he'd cave. He couldn't even bring himself to look her in the eyes, those beautiful light yellow-green eyes... "I hope you find use in the herbs I brought you." How could he be so heartless? Yet, his paws rejected his will to move towards the den's entrance, and he found himself glaring at the ground, planted firmly before Satyrnose, waiting for a response that he knew would kill him inside.
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