Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
Her dark green gaze was staring down at the ground as she was padding towards the direction of the familiar pathway that she used to feel so giddy once before.. Now Dahlia had dreaded it, she would rather not visit the broken den that she had destroyed about two moons ago when Timberhawk broke her heart.. Timberhawk.. She didn’t want to think about the rustic brown tom, not after everything he said to her. Dahlia may not have the most stable mindset, but she knew her worth. Early on, her older sisters have told her that no tom should mistreat her in any kind of way.. Not after their father.. But what Timberhawk did was unacceptable, how he made her feel embarrassed and worthless. Dahlia couldn’t even think about that day, because she would just end up crying. The small Maine Coon didn’t even tell her sisters, friends or even Grizzly about the accident.. All she said was that it didn’t work out between them and they went on their separate ways, never to see or speak to each other again.
So why was Dahlia returning to the den?
Dahlia had forgotten to bring back one of her most prized possessions: A black Pearl. Orion had gifted her mother, Vanity, that pearl when he had returned from one of his travels before Dahlia was born.. Of course when Vanity had disappeared on the day of Dahlia’s birth, Aurora and Mercy stored the pearl in a safe place. Of course it was Orion who presented her with the pearl, along with a beautiful blue shell that Vanity had cherished as a kit.. The shell resides in her den with Grizzly, while the pearl was meant to stay in her den with Timberhawk’s.. But of course, the accident happened. Dahlia had wanted to get her prized treasure out of that cursed den and move on with her life, wanting to continue on being a warrior of Shadowclan and also visiting the mountains once every moon. Her thoughts were cut off when she looked up and the small Maine Coon molly stopped in place, her heart dropped when she spotted a familiar figure in the distance in front of the den.
Timberhawk was there.
Her dark green eyes narrowed slightly, as she kept on moving and didn’t even bother looking at his direction. Why was he here? Did he wanna continue his verbal beating towards her? Did he have some kind of trick or mindgsme that he decided that she would be his victim? No, Dahlia wouldn’t partake in whatever he decided to do, she wanted nothing to do with him. Two moons wasn’t enough to heal the wounds that he left behind, the amount of crying and pain that she endured because of him. As she was approaching the den, she could feel Timberhawk’s gaze on her.. But Dahlia ignored it, instead making her way into the familiar bush that led towards the den. As Dahlia made it into the den, she kept her gaze away from the den from the corner of her eye, not wanting to fully look at it. However, she noticed that Timberhawk had attempted to clean some of it up.. Only to give up, the den remained mostly destroyed as she left it. Was this his trick? To tidy up the den to destroy it in front of her? Trying not to overthink of the situation, the silver and white Maine Coom went to the destroyed nest.
It wasn’t until her eyes widened slightly in surprise when not finding the pearl at the side of the nest in which she placed it before. Dahlia had began searching frantically for it, her eyes narrowed slighly when listening to Timberhawk entering the den. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the molly turned to look at the Windclan tom. It was the first time she laid eyes on him for the missing time. “Timberhawk” Dahlia said, her tone was emotionless and not full of the preppy tone she carried. She could see the tom flinching that she used his full name and not the nickname she would give him. “The black pearl that was on the side of the nest, where is it?” She questioned, but he was silent. Dahlia could tell that he was trying to figure out his words and the small molly was getting irritated “That was my mother‘s-“ Dahlia had cut herself off before clenching her jaw and shaking her head “Of course you wouldn’t know, you never listened or cared anyways” She said quietly, shaking her head.
He was staring at her, without saying anything. Dahlia sucked her teeth in frustration before starting to move away from the nest “Whatever.. It’s gone” She muttered, accepting that one of her prized treasures were gone. Expecting for Timberhawk to step aside when she finally was in front of him, her dark eyes narrowed when the rustic brown tom didn’t show any signs of moving out of her way. Dahlia closed her eyes for a moment, tears threatening to spill. No, she wouldn’t cry for him. “Get out of my way Timberhawk” Dahlia said calmly, not allowing her temper to show. Opening her eyes, she stared into Timberhawk’s emerald gaze “You don’t need to worry, after today I will no longer speak to you.. I’ll never lay my eyes on you, it will be like I had never entered your life.. Just like you wanted Timberhawk, our paths will never cross again and I’ll never utter your name again” Dahlia said, her tone was soft and tilting her head. It seemed like he didn’t like that response, he ended up swallowing hard.. Why was he nervous? Wasn’t he happy that she wouldn’t acknowledge him? This is what he wanted.
Timberhawk |The Trickster of Windclan|
“Well when you put it like that….” Timber trails off with a small shrug to his lanky lean muscled shoulders. It wasn’t that he believed she would stop loving him once he passed, it was the opposite actually. Timberhawk was afraid that once he passes and she still walks the plane of existence mourning his death. Timberhawk wanted so much more for Dahlia but his selfishness won yet again. Deciding to let his worries drift away, to live in the moment with her. Hating seeing the tears trailing down her plump cheeks as she angrily stares up at him. He could see her resolve breaking and it took everything within him not to smirk.
Running his paw gently up and down her cheek as he caresses her. His dark green eyes never leaving her face as he watches many emotions flicker behind her beautiful eyes. Wiping a few stray tears away as he remains silent, letting Dahlia sort out what she wanted. He would respect her wishes, ears perking up at the sound of her soft sweet voice. Lips twitching in a small smile, “Yes, I do know you just like you know me. I tend to let my anger guide me and say a lot of shit I don’t necessarily mean. I am so sorry I hurt you” Timber softly speaks, not wanting to disturb the tranquil atmosphere surrounding the couple.
Tensing in surprise as she suddenly confessed that she loved him. He had expected rejection, but he could tell she was far from forgiving him. She was giving into her heart desires by confessing, after all; the heart wants what the heart wants. “I…I love you too” the older Tom admits right before she leans up to press her soft lips against his. Breath hitching in the back of his throat before relaxing completely into the kiss. Smirking into the kiss as he feels Dahlia’s paw wrap around his back, pulling him even closer towards her. Tilting his head slightly to the side as they deepen the kiss. Her lips were like a burning inferno yet his air at the same time, he could not get enough of it.
Eyes fluttering open once she breaks the kiss, his dilated eyes lock with hers as she warns him. Sheepishly grinning down at the fiery she-cat, “I promise to never to that again. You have my word and my permission to burry me if I go back on my word” Timberhawk muses as he gives her a small peck on the lips. Knowing that if he deepened the kiss further, he would not be able to control himself. Stepping back from the smaller molly, gesturing for her to enter fully into the den. His eyes softening as he watches her take in the cave in awe. Purring softly as he hears her utter his pet name, one he use to despise but after the moons of knowing her grew to cherish such a name, he couldn’t believe he almost lost not hearing her call him ‘My Hawk’.
“It’s not much…but thought it could be home.”
This RP is COMPLETED!!!
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
The silver and gray Maine Coon looked at Timberhawk, biting the inside of her cheek as tears were streaming down her face. Dahliapetal didn’t know if this was some sick kind of game, that the Windclan warrior was going to reject her once more. “Do you think that I would stop loving you once you leave this world? That I would choose to forget you?” The small Maine Coon challenged him, her tail lashing from side to side. It angered her that he shared those feelings, it was like the pale brown tabby had never listened to a word she had ever said to him. Dahlia loved Grizzly and Timberhawk with her entire heart, she never loved one over the other as love was meant to be equal.
Her ears perked up slightly and looked at Timberhawk with a surprised expression when the larger male’s paw went to caress her cheek, causing her to look up at him. Dahlia’s eyebrows were furrowed, her chest was rising and falling heavily from the emotions going through her. It was all happening at once, it was almost overwhelming. Wanting to back away from him, the silver and gray molly refrained as it would be a step back from the process of their relationship. It wasn’t until hearing his words, remembering every single thing that she liked. “You..” Dahliapetal said softly, loss for words.
He remembered everything.
“You do know me.” Dahliapetal said gently, leaning into his touch. Her small body was slowly relaxing before slowly moving towards the larger pale brown tom. A million thoughts had gone through her head; confusion, happiness, hurt. Their relationship needed a lot of work, they had a long way to go.. But no relationship was perfect, they would get through it. “I love you.” The silver and gray Maine Coon said, looking up at him and smiled softly when a tear was wiped from her cheek. Letting out a long sigh, Dahlia leaned up and tilted her head slightly as she pressed her lips softly against Timberhawk’s.
This is all she wanted, to be loved by him.
Humming softly into the kiss, it was Dahlia who brought her paw towards her back and brought him closer to her. The kiss was almost urgent, as if her life depended on it. The months of longing and yearning for Timberhawk were over, and their relationship finally took off. Breaking the kiss, Dahlia narrowed her eyes slightly “You can never push me away like that again.” The smaller molly told him firmly, hitting him lightly on the chest before leaning in to kiss him once more “Our relationship has a long way to go, but I won’t give up on us.. But you can never pull that shit again otherwise I’ll throw you in a ditch.. Do you understand me?” Dahlia questioned, giving him a serious expression.
Once seeing Timberhawk nod, a huge smile appeared on her face and Dahlia peaked his lips once more “Ok, show me our den.” Dahliapetal said, her tone was full of excitement. Looking quickly over towards the inside of the cave.. Her mouth dropped open before Dahlia let out a squeal of excitement with how Timberhawk decorated their den. “My Hawk!” Dahlia let out a gasp of surprise before running more inside. It was most certainly better than their previous den! It was because her Hawk decorated this den.
Timberhawk |The Trickster of Windclan|
It was easy to tell that Dahlia was less than pleased to be following him as he leads her to the black pearl she so desperately wanted. Biting his inner cheek as he honestly did not know how this would go, he had not expected her to follow him this far. He needed to convince her to stay long enough to prove to her that he was being sincere and not playing mind games. It pained him when she would barely glance in his direction, finding the ground way more intriguing. Timberhawk knew he deserves the cold shoulder and indifference, and expect it nonetheless. Pausing outside the cave he had found a week prior, it had been then that he decided he would win Dahliapetal back if he could.
Having turned the dinghy cave into a place to recreate new memories and hopefully start over. Having had cleaned up the cave and made it into a home that they could be proud of, though he could sense Dahlia’s impatience and frustration radiating from her as they come to a stop before the obscured entryway. That is when she speaks her mind, closing his eyes in regret at the pain in her voice. “I can assure you that I am not playing any mind games” Timber tries to reassure but soon realized that his word meant little to nothing to Dahliapetal in this moment. Pursing his lips as his jade green eyes flicker over the cave towards the small Maine coon molly, his gaze softening showing his vulnerability as he notices her watery gaze staring spitefully back at him.
“I know I have hurt you deeply, and have given you know reason to trust me…” he begins as he carefully moves closer towards her. “My words mean nothing to you…I know, so let me show you. Show you how idiotic I have been and selfish in regards to you. Let me apologize.” Timberhawk expresses, wondering if she would head his words or leave him alone. Ears flicking back as she mentions the factors as to why he shoved her away in the first place. Sighing heavily through his nose, tilting his cranium away from her briefly as he tries to sort through his thoughts. “I…I know you did not care, but I did. I did not want to bring you down. You are so full of life and young hearted. What’s to happen to you when I leave this world? When I join my rightful place among the stars?” He bitterly says before forcing himself to look at her face.
“I now know how foolish I have been to try to push you away. I want to make it up to you” he softly says, giving her a pleading look to at least enter the cave. After a long moments pause, he hears Dahlia huff before agreeing. Not without a snide comment how he does not truly know nor care about her, that he did not know her favorite color, or food, or flower. That he had taken her heart and smashed it into a million pieces. Now he needed to help mend the pieces back together. Clenching his jaw, feeling his throat tightening as he tries to reign in his emotions. Carefully raising his paw to delicately place his large paw against her cheek, cupping it gently before she could truly take in the surroundings of the cave they just entered.
“I know I act like I don’t care or listen but I do. Your favorite color is blue—particularly sky blue because you love the morning sky. Dahlia flowers are of course your favorite, as you say: how can it not? It’s my name. And your favorite fruit is apples and sometimes you like to indulge in apples and honey” he reveals with a small smile.
“I know you.”
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior.
The silver and white Maine Coon was looking down at her small paws, biting her lower lip. However Dahlia looked up at the male quickly when he had finished her sentence, he knew about the history of that black pearl after all. “What..?” She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed together as she was quite shocked. Timberhawk never listened to her, at least that’s what she thought.. but again, Timberhawk could have just listened that one time. The rustic brown tom didn’t care about her, he made it clear in their last encounter. Looking around the den, the molly’s ears were pinned against her head when looking at the completely destroyed den. It hit her just how much damage that Dahlia had caused within the den, as she didn’t even know that was her true strength. This was supposed to be their home, how she took the time and had nothing but love in her mind when she decorated the den in his favor.
But it was completely destroyed now.
Looking towards the older tom, Dahlia swallowed hard for a moment when his emerald eyes were looking back at her. What was he doing? Did Timberhawk want to play more mind games with her? The small molly kept herself guarded, and she was ready to push the taller tom away when he wouldn’t move out of her way. It wasn’t until he asked her to follow him, to spare a moment of her time to just listen to what he had to say. Dahlia narrowed her eyes at that, what did he have to say? He made it perfectly clear about everything he felt during their last encounter.. That he would never be with her, that he would never love her. Just the memories of those words stung her heart. The molly opened her mouth, about to tell him off and leave.. Until she noticed the pleading look on his face, which caused her to let out a long sigh through her nostrils and nodded wordlessly.
“Let’s go.” Dahlia muttered, knowing that she had to agree with Timberhawk with his observation. The old nest was such an eyesore, a bad memory within the past. The small Maine Coon followed after the tom, her gaze remained on the ground. Noticing that Timberhawk kept looking back at her, she ignored his glances as she remained looking at her paws. Why was Timberhawk doing this? What was going through that handsome head of his? Dahlia was tempted to just turn around and walk off, Timberhawk didn’t deserve her time nor attention, whatever he was doing.. Would it make everything right between them?
It wasn’t until the two of them stopped nearby a field, golden wheat surrounding a beautiful cave. Dahlia couldn’t see what was in it due to the fern and vines that were surrounding it. The molly furrowed her eyebrows together when he announced that they had arrived. Turning to look at him, she had enough of his mind games “What game are you playing with me Timberhawk?” Dahlia said in a pained whisper, tears starting to form under her eyes. Noticing that he was looking at her with a pained expression, she shook her head “No, whatever trick you have.. I’m not going in there, I’m not going through another night of crying for your entertainment.” Dahlia said, a scowl appearing on her lips at seeing the surprised look on Timberhawk’s face.
“I never cared about your age, your status nor whatever family you came from..” Dahlia began, knowing those things were a main issue from his point of view of why they could never be together. The molly didn’t care about all of that, it was the last thing on her mind “I just wanted you..” She choked out, her tears streaming down her eyes and the molly looked away from him when he tried coming towards her. Shaking her head, Dahlia let out a humorless laugh “Just stop Timberhawk.. You don’t know my favorite color, flower or fruit.. You don’t even care about me, why are you doing this?” Dahlia said, feeling herself starting to begin crying. The silver and white Maine Coon had begun to feel like she couldn’t breathe, she knew that she had to calm down in order to not start having a panic attack.
“I love you.. and you broke me.” Dahlia choked out, as she began sobbing and her tears were blurring her vision until suddenly seeing Timberhawk moving forward and placing his large paw on her cheek
Timberhawk |The Trickster of Windclan|
She was finally here. Timber could already feel his heart begin to race as his nerves rattle his stomach as he could smell her sweet scent grow stronger. The older tabby had been coming to the destroyed den almost every day he had to spare, in hopes of seeing Dahliapetal again. Ever since coming to the realization that he indeed cared deeply for the younger Molly, he knew he had to convince her to just listen to him. A feat he knew would be nearly impossible, not that he blamed Dahlia as he had treated her horridly. Timber had been betting that she would show up sooner or later, especially for the black pearl he remembers her going on about, it was a possession she held dearly. It would seem his assumption had indeed been correct, leaning slightly against the entrance into the den. His jade green eyes solely focused on the tense form of Dahliapetal, taking the time to look her over, noticing the exhaustion on her face and hesitance in her steps. Her dark green eyes narrowed, an unusual scowl of indifference on her usual soft features as she marches right for the entrance. Knowing she would not say a word to him, he shifts slightly just in time to avoid a shove as she slips into the den without a second glance thrown his way. Sighing to himself, this was certainly going to be harder than he expected—talking to her that is.
Waiting a few moments, hearing her scuffle about in search of her prized treasure before slipping into the destroyed den himself. His green gaze flickering about with discomfort, hating seeing how the den had become after his leave of absence no more than 2 moons ago. Dahliapetal had certainly wanted to remove everything that held even the slightest reminder of him, she had done an impeccable job. Which unnerved that rustic brown tabby as it showed just how much damage she could inflict on him if she truly wanted to. It would seem Timberhawk had underestimated her strength, especially when anger and heart break fueled it. Turning his cranium slightly as his attention once more focuses upon Dahliapetal, watching her panic as she searches ruthlessly for the black pearl. Knowing she would not find it, as he had found is weeks ago on his quest to fix his mistakes. Seeing the pearl delicately embedded within the nest she had carefully woven, sparked an idea on how to get the silver and white Maine Coon to at least listen to him, for how long? Now that was another problem to deal with later.
Snapping out of his thoughts as her cold voice filters through the equally as cold den. Flinching slightly at the use of his actual name, the name he had always reminded her of, when she would call him that ridiculous nickname. A name he now wished to hear from those lips, how pathetic he had become. Oh, how much he wanted to just laugh at the predicament he was now in. Absolute ludicrous. Lips tightening into a firm line as she suddenly begins questioning him, wondering if he knew where her pearl was—which he of course knew. Scowling at her jab, insinuating the fact he never cared to listen to her senseless babbling, when he indeed listened to every word, just never liked to admit it. “It was your mother’s that was gifted to her and passed down to you” he finishes after she had cut herself off. Ignoring the curious look on her face as he shifts from paw to paw. Timber was trying to think of how to word that he had her pearl and would give it to her if she just followed him and listened to him. He had taken too long, trying to decipher his thoughts as staring blankly at her, giving the Molly the assumption he did not care for her distress of the pearl’s whereabouts.
Mentally cursing himself as Dahliapetal makes an attempt to leave, something he could not afford for her to do, knowing if he allowed her to walk out right now—he would never see her again. Forcing himself to remain in the archway, keeping her from escaping, watching her green eyes flash in anger and sorrow before being obscured by her eyelids. It pained him to see that she could not even handle the sight of him, hearing her ragged breathing as if she tried to contain a sob as she asks him to move. ‘I can’t’ he softly thought, his gaze softening at the emotional pain flickering in her once joyful eyes. His ears flicking back, as it was his turn to allow pain to briefly pass over his sharp features, swallowing hard as he takes in her words. She really was adament on never seeing, hearing, or speaking to him again, and he would grant her wish—but only after she listened to what he had to say. “I know where your pearl is…” he begins, knowing he had piqued her interest. “I can take you to where it is, but under one condition.”
Ignoring her glare, “Only if you agree to give me a few minutes of your time.” He sighs out, studying her as he waits for her answer. Smiling lightly as she begrudgingly nods her head, not verbally answering him, “Follow me then, let’s leave this den, it’s a bit of an eyesore” Timberhawk gently says, gesturing her to follow along. Leading her away from the once homey den, leading her to where he had moved the pearl. Looking over his shoulder every once in a while, making sure that Dahliapetal was still following him as he was afraid she would change her mind and disappear. After about 20 minutes, Timber stops before a small pond, rolling hills with fields of golden wheat swaying in the breeze with a cave nearby with fern and vines obscuring what laid hidden inside the cave. “We are here…” Timber says as he fully turns to look at her, wondering what she was thinking.