Post by Agii♫ on Dec 18, 2007 21:07:05 GMT -5
The question had caught him off guard for sure, and as the fair she-cat asked him, the foreign warrior was at a slight loss for words. It was not that he could not answer, for it was very unlikely for a tom cat of his nature not to respond to a question, however more that the code in which she entwined it upon her sleek tongue pricked his fur delicately. Shifting his brilliant tawny eyes from ahead, he cast them aside pensively. Long obsidian ears pricked forwards, his immensely lengthy legs took him to a swifter, more elegant pace as his extremely exotic stride lead him with the warrior beside him.
"It's quite gallus t' tell m'self that, Win'rsong." Eagledance paused and tipped his lean maw to the sky. "Aye, it's gittin' caul, ginger." Suddenly the golden warrior caught himself in his native tongue and smiled, pardoning himself. "Fit me, ginger. I guess th' tongue of m'old Clan still runs deep wit'n my veins, eh?" he mused.
Flicking his long tail, the immensely tall tom flicked his triangular, tufted ears towards the sky, snowflakes falling and collecting upon his bristly coat, soft with the oils of his African-feline-ancestors. Indeed, to these clanmates, he was an entirely different species of feline. And yet, it was true, for his body structure, movements, accent, and even way of thinking was entirely different.
An alien amongst then.
A crooked smile played across his tawny lips, crystal-like flakes dancing across his coat and leaping across his eyes. Eagledance blinked and stopped, the scents of EarthClan camp becoming heavier as they halted outside the border of the fern-layered camp. He turned to Wintersong sincerely and smiled his crooked smile, his mind wandering on to the thoughts of things he himself was unsure of.
"It's quite gallus t' tell m'self that, Win'rsong." Eagledance paused and tipped his lean maw to the sky. "Aye, it's gittin' caul, ginger." Suddenly the golden warrior caught himself in his native tongue and smiled, pardoning himself. "Fit me, ginger. I guess th' tongue of m'old Clan still runs deep wit'n my veins, eh?" he mused.
Flicking his long tail, the immensely tall tom flicked his triangular, tufted ears towards the sky, snowflakes falling and collecting upon his bristly coat, soft with the oils of his African-feline-ancestors. Indeed, to these clanmates, he was an entirely different species of feline. And yet, it was true, for his body structure, movements, accent, and even way of thinking was entirely different.
An alien amongst then.
A crooked smile played across his tawny lips, crystal-like flakes dancing across his coat and leaping across his eyes. Eagledance blinked and stopped, the scents of EarthClan camp becoming heavier as they halted outside the border of the fern-layered camp. He turned to Wintersong sincerely and smiled his crooked smile, his mind wandering on to the thoughts of things he himself was unsure of.