ECLIPSES FOR EYES // OPEN

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[atrb=background,http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/lovelywarriorlynx/rooktalon222.png] he knew dusk was peeking over the horizon simply by the crisp air that made his flesh tingle beneath his thick, dark pelt, and he didn't mind in the least. twilight was a delightful time for the fellow, who often took advantage of such a stand-still period in the warrior lifestyle to escape the bustle of camp and enjoy time to himself, sharing company only with owls and frogs, who rarely bothered him, but instead sang to him rather pleasantly. he smiled faintly, though his swarthy features concealed most expressions, and decided that he would set out as evening sank subtley over the gorge where he and his clanmates thrived. in the meantime, the ebony tomcat stood and shook out his unruly pelt, emitting a cloud of dust, then slunk toward the fresh-kill pile, where he picked out a sizeable songbird of some sort, and carried it away from the masses in camp. rooktalon lay and set the bird before him and he took a moment to admire its lovely scarlet and black feathers, plush to the touch, before tucking into his meal greedily. it was gone in a moment, and before he could regret scarfing the little thing down so quickly, he got up and swept himself out of camp silently, glancing at the two guards dismissively as he did so. like a soft mauve blanket, eventide set over the territory, soothing to the warrior. his heavy frame didn't make a sound when he padded along through the coarse grasses, and he relished the sensation of foliage tugging through his long coat instead of worrying about anything else that could possibly plague his mind. in fact, the more time he spent wandering aimlessly through skyclan's terrain, the less thoughts crowded his conscience, and the more at ease he felt. while the coming night would be cold, sporting the last remnants of leafbare in the breeze, rooktalon wasn't bothered by the fact. after all, his long pelt was quite convenient for such brisk weather, and the promise of warmer days in the bright, clear skies each afternoon brought another smile to his features. at last, the big warrior reached a destination that satisfied him- the rockpile. squinting as he peered toward the top, rooktalon deftly set off for the peak of the small tumble of boulders, climbing with ease until he jumped to the last rock, and sat a bit idly. his thoughts were a comfortable place to be, but the tom didn't want to get too cozy and fall asleep there. after all, his clanmates suspicions were the last thing he wanted trailing him about. careful to stay awake, he slowly lay himself down on the still-warm stone and rested his chin on his forepaws. unfortunately for the warrior, it wasn't long before his alert amber gaze disappeared beneath his eyelids and the dreamworld stole him away.

[☼ MAGGIE ☼]

With newleaf's arrival iminent, the days were growing longer, and, in fact, warmer, allowing Ashfang to take more time getting lost within her Clan's beautiful territory. The forest was beautiful as winter loosened its grasp, the trees budding and leaves bursting with color as they grew from the thick, hardy branches, swaying in the slow breezes that brought warmer fronts and pushed the coldness away from the five Clans. Along with the warm weather came the promise of abundant prey and an uprise in kits, especially in the younger couples, as spring fever caught on in more than one way. Birdsong, even as the lovely sunset dissipated into the early onset of nightfall, culminated in the twilight time of day. As darkness neared, Ashfang's position in correlation to camp remained unchanged, even as the first crickets began to strike their legs to their wings and their sketchy songs started their incessant nighttime concerts.

Surprisingly, it calmed the ashen gray female, whose viridian green eyes stuck out quite strikingly in comparision to the darkening shades of color all about her. Navy swirled with black, light disappearing except for the first stars as they appeared in sky here and there, thoroughly dispersed through the atmosphere as the sun began to set. The SkyClan warrior's eyes quickly adjusted to the change in luminescence with ease, watching carefully as the sun's last rays exploded across the sky, dancing about in the clouds and creating a beautiful painting using salmons, blood reds, oranges, and even a few types of blues.

Her footsteps placed her closer and closer to the rockpile, her position advancing with each second, her breathing light and rhytymic as she continued her evening stroll. A chilly wind came flowing through the air from the direction of WindClan and ShadowClan, bringing with it the crisp scent of the grasses which grew tall along the moor and the swampiness of the marshy forest that WindClan and ShadowClan lived in respectively. Crinkling her nose a bit at the sharpness of the strange mix of scents, Ashfang let her mouth stretch open into a big, hearty yawn, causing her emerald eyes to shed a few salty tears as she reached the rockpile.

It was hard to see all of the natural nooks and crannies that the rocks held within and between each other in their varying smooth and rough textures, so Ashfang mentally warned herself to be careful, stepping slowly and carefully as she began to ascend the pile in a playful manner. Only too late did she realize that a sleeping form had covered one of the rocks she had stepped upon, causing her to jump back and nearly twist her ankle as she gaped at the tom whom she had so ungracefully stepped upon.

Her mouth wide and creating an 'o' and her eyes widening in shock, she bit back laughter and made quite an amusing expression come across her pallid gray face. It was one of forceful control, her nose and mouth twitching as she sniffled, fighting back the strong guffaws that could so easily overtake her body in a single instant. "Rooktalon, I am so so sorry. But why in the name of StarClan are you sleeping out here?" Ashfang asked, unable to bite back any longer but able to tone her amusement down to just a few chuckles, shaking her head as her fluffy tail swept around, covering her paws as she lowered her rear onto the flat surface on which she had previously been standing on.

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[atrb=background,http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/lovelywarriorlynx/rooktalon222.png] his dreams came swift and easy, whisking him away before he knew where he was floating off to. not that he minded. for, while not a particularly ethereal-minded being, rooktalon always enjoyed occasionally escaping from the only life he had and would ever know. unfortunately, dreams do have a peculiar manner of slipping through one's claws, flashing onto the next series of confusing visions which one can never quite grasp when they wake, and this chaotic mess of uneasy sleep was exactly what plagued the tom in the instant his conscience ran away from him. therefore, when he was so rudely- and painfully- awakened by starclan only knows what kind of demon, he exploded into awareness of his surroundings with a sharp snarl reminiscent of some wild being deep down the line of his ancestry. nothing after that, though- no shout of confusion, or string of curses snapping after whoever had managed to ruin such a nice little accidental catnap, but instead he blinked and swallowed the flood of unhappy words surely threatening to burst from his maw. no, assessing the situation calmly would probably be a better plan of action, so that was what he did. what he first noticed, of course, was how very dark it was around him. while feline thus not really suffering in anyway with the lack of sunlight, he was still a bit surprised, and even disoriented, as he couldn't really remember right away where he was, or why he had just woken up there, or how late it was, or even if he had fallen asleep in such an utterly inky night. after that he simply noted the cat standing not far from him on a different boulder, gaping like a mousebrain, then her expression gradually turned to something like mirth, which rooktalon obviously didn't appreciate now that he had found himself in such a fowl mood all of the sudden. she opened her mouth to talk- of course she did, everyone liked to talk. and he sighed, knowing he'd have to answer her to keep from being rude, although at that moment he certainly felt like being rude. after all, crunching on his bones with her paws like that probably deserved such treatment! instead, he pricked his ears to hear her out, and then shrugged. after a moment of silence passed, he pushed himself slowly to his paws, and certainly towered over her ashy frame which looked quite ghostly in the moonlight. gazing evenly down at her with topaz eyes, he rumbled quietly, "why not?" he couldn't think of a legitimate reason either way. after all, sleep was sleep. he wasn't being harmed or doing harm by being absent from his nest, and it wasn't like he was being much missed either, he supposed. no, the territory was quite a nice sanctuary away from camp, and he doubted anyone could disagree with that. she wasn't being accusatory though, so rooktalon didn't worry about her implications. instead, the big ebony tom shook out his coat of any dust that may have collected and walked past her to perch on a different stone not far away, wondering if she'd stay or go.

[☼ MAGGIE ☼]

Her ashy bodice had fluffed out a bit during the intial..well, stepping on him, but she Ashfang was finally beginning to return to her usual level of fluff. Blinking her bright green eyes at him as he answered her, she put on her thinking face and pondered something before answering his question. "Well, I honestly don't see any reason not to. Really, it's not often that someone might come to disturb you. I'd be worried about some of the snakes from ThunderClan territory coming over to hide in the rocks though." Ashfang admitted with a shudder. Snakes were terrible creatures, slithery, venomous, and deadly. She couldn't see what drove ShadowClan cats to eat them, along with frogs and other oddities in their diet.

Shaking her head a bit as she pulled herself from her reverie, she watched as the tom readjusted his position in correlation to her and she kept a neutral expression upon her face. While Ashfang herself was quite large, Rooktalon's size was considerably bigger; he was one of the largest toms she'd ever known in the Clans, and with his few words, he could occasionally be quite intimidating for a clanmate, especially out in territory during night. "Well, Rooktalon, I am sorry that I woke you. My lumbering paws would be the ones to find a sleeping tom high up in the rockpile." She muttered the last sentence, her head moving from left to right, but her eyes danced a little as amusement began to cross her face.