Need assistance? [Moonshine]

''Umm I'm perfectly fine. I'm good. I don't need any help thank you, you know just taking a breath."

Flamestrike’s eyes shone with amusement for a split second, he opened his mouth to answer but quickly shut it when he saw signs in the she-cats behavior that she wanted to add something else. Her voice was sweet and mellow, the kind of voices that could lull you to sleep with nursery rhymes in a heartbeat or calm you down in the face of tragedy. He tilted his head and slowly got closer, dangerously close to the gorge but before his steps could take him to a sure fall he turned to the bridge and gave an experimental step in the wood.

''Are you.. Windclan?'' the she-cat paused for a second as if realization had suddenly hit her. ''If I were you I would swiftly run back to your border and continue chasing rabbits. I don't wish to be the reason why you get in trouble.''

“Ah yes, the rabbit chaser nickname, been a while since I last heard it.” He paid no attention to her soft warnings and crossed the border with ease, he doubted many cats came this way except for Gatherings and they were still a half-moon away from that. “And I’ll only get into trouble if one of us speaks about my little…” he thought for a second about the word he was about to say next. “Misstep,” he finished with a satisfied smile. There was no harm in helping a RiverClan cat, it sounded quite logical in fact, helping a cat in distress. He inspected the thorns that trapped her in place and with much care and precision he began to work. Flamestrike worked as gently as he could manage, pulling the spikes away from her body, biting those that couldn’t be pulled away and wincing every time he thought he’d harm the she-cats skin and fur even if he never quite managed to scrap her skin.

He contemplated his work and frowned a little at the cuts that had been done by the she-cat’s previous struggle. They were bleeding and he knew they stung because he’d been cut like that before. “You’re hurt” he mewed before sniffing her wounds and giving them a soft lick. For a heartbeat he stood there confused, his thoughts and body had moved on their own, he did contemplate possible injuries but he never thought about helping heal those injuries. This is logical too, part of the spectrum, helping a cat in distress. Flamestrike shrugged and continued to lick her wounds, he expected some sort of resistance and was quite surprised when he was met with a little or in short none.

“That should do it,” he said once he was sure her wounds were clean. “Now, introductions are due I think, my name is Flamestrike,” he tilted his head and met her amber eyes with his green ones expecting an answer.

word count: 492 words.
tags: Moonshine.
notes:

Flamestrike tilted his head, mimicking her movements in a peculiar way, blinking at her words and suppressing an amused smile, he felt strangely calm as if the warrior in front of him was not of a rival clan but simply a pretty she-cat who went by the name Moonshine. He would purr if the notion was not so alien to him, never the object of affection he didn’t quite know how to respond to the she-cat’s question, a thank you? When was the last time the words left one of his comrades’ mouths? Or when was the last time he actually stopped to thank someone for anything? He shook his head ever so slightly and gave his chest a quick lick to re-arrange his thoughts. Moonshine… He found himself thinking, somehow the phonetic of the name left him a sweet taste in the tongue and a warm feeling in his chest.

Flamestrike finally dared lock his green eyes with her golden pools, he hesitated for a second and frowned. “I’m not very familiar with the act of thanking,” confusion was clear in his eyes as his mind slowly tinkered away his next carefully said response, he wanted to express some sort of comfort, to assure her that a simple ‘thank you’ would suffice; but how could those words leave his tongue if he was never taught how to use them? “A small thank you, I believe, is more than I deserve…” Once again he frowned a little, did he get the message across? Or did he miscalculate a word, a tone? Why am I so nervous when a few seconds ago I was as calm as moonlit pool? He puzzled at last, he didn't quite understand but when he laid his gaze in her eyes again the strange calmness flooded his body like a tidal wave.

word count: 294 words.
tags: Moonshine.
notes: Sorry for poofing all week! D:

He could just go, forget he ever crossed the RiverClan border and met the pretty warrior; all he needed to do was walk back to the moorland. But no, he was gifted or cursed with an infallible memory. He closed his eyes for a second and the image of a pair of beautiful golden eyes sprang immediately clouding the rest of the carefully arranged memories. Flamestrike opened them again and saw the pretty she-cat leaving him behind; he grimaced for in a few sunrises she’d probably forget he ever existed while he was cursed to remember every second of their encounter. Or you could go after her… The thought was as tempting as a plum freshly caught rabbit, he could go after her, walk along the border and spring back to the WindClan side if the need raised.

It’s logical, isn’t it? He thought as his steps brought him closer to the RiverClan warrior as if he was a simple piece of metal being attracted to the most magnificent of magnets. He soon caught up and opened his mouth to speak but shut it again afraid of saying something wrong or out of place. The silence stretched and it somehow managed to get under his fiery fur. It was not like him, he usually basked in silence appreciating every second of the lack of sound. Finally he dared speak.

“Why would you be scared of the woods you roam since you were a kit?” He felt an odd sensation in his tongue for a second, the question was genuine and it felt strange not to measure everything in detail. But he felt that if he tried to calculate everything would just turn for the worst, deep in his gut he didn’t have the need to calculate and to measure, it was the first time in moons he didn’t hide behind logic and carefully placed sentences. And he didn't quite understand why he wasn't hiding anymore.

word count: 322 words.
tags: Moonshine.
notes:

Flamestrike smiled, just a little tiny smile, she was perhaps the most beautiful creature in the entire land it didn’t surprise him that tons of toms wanted to be in her grace, what surprised and made him smile was the obliviousness the she-cat presented. Could she not see her beauty reflected in the water when she fished? Or could she not notice how melodious her voice sounded in his ears? He killed his smiles however when she voiced her worries about never having a mate or kits, how everyone always seemed to move on ahead of her… she wondered aloud if anyone would notice her disappearance. If he lived in RiverClan he would notice, he thought that if she was gone from the world the sun would loose some of its warmth and the trees and grass would loose some of its color. He was about to say exactly that when she decided she had enough of that particular topic, he frowned just a little at her sudden interest in him.

“Oh, we don’t do much, we chase lots of rabbits much like our nickname indicates,” he mewed casually looking over the border, in truth he felt that the day he didn’t chase a rabbit around the moor would be the day his legs didn’t function anymore. It was life, running defined him as a clan cat, heck his body was built for it. He shook his head just slightly and looked for her golden eyes. “But, if I may be so bold,” he cleared his throat unsure of exactly what he wanted to say. “I think that more cats would miss you than you realize,” he smiled reassuringly, he wasn’t one to talk about such things since most of the time he spent it alone or with Cloudstep. “I’ve just met you and I already think you are the most wonderful she-cat to have ever walked this paths,” he bit his tongue when he felt his face heating up, had he just said that? But he felt lightheaded as if the words had come not from his mind but from his heart.

word count: 353 words
tags: Moonshine
notes: Sorry it was so late