Coldcliff Windclan Warrior Light blue eyes were scanning the area of the moors, a small sigh escaped the dark grey-black and white tom before padding forward. The winter weather had been rough lately within Windclan territory, despite his name.. Coldcliff actually didn’t like the winter weather at all. Letting out a small grumble as the wind was causing the snow to hit his chest, the tom wished that spring would finally arrive. Blackfire was leading a patrol with a couple of others, and Coldcliff volunteered himself to check the border between Shadow-Wind. He hadn’t been there in a while, since he last encountered Newtsnout. It had been a couple of moons since him and the ginger tom met each other, engaging in a one night stand as mere strangers.. Although it was a bit tricky getting home, having to disguise his scent as he basically crossed the Shadowclan border from his mate Blueflower. Little did anyone know.. Coldcliff wasn’t attracted to Blueflower at all, he was more attracted to males more than anything. His family were well-respected warriors, Coldcliff was destined to pass down his family’s legacy and ensure that the next generation would help Windclan thrive.. But if he was being honest, Coldcliff didn’t want to live up to such expectations and would rather live the quiet and peaceful life of a normal warrior. Letting out a soft sigh when noticing that he was at the edge of the border. Scanning the area, Coldcliff inhaled the familiar scent of Shadowclan that was in front of him, and stopped for a moment at the familiar sight in front of him. Letting out a soft breath when seeing Newsnout looking back at him, the tom couldn’t deny that he felt his heart fluttering at the sight of the smaller tom. It was silent for a moment between the two, before the dark grey-black and white tom padded towards the edge of the Windclan border “Hey.” Coldcliff said softly, feeling slightly awkward as he remembered that he skipped out early on Newtsnout as they slept in the bush. Stars, he wasn’t sure if they even exchanged names before parting ways. Leaning on one side, the larger tom smiled gently at Newtsnout before looking down at his paws “I forgot to introduce myself when we met, my name is Coldcliff.” Coldcliff said, looking back at the ginger tom. Biting the inside of his cheek, the tom was curious of Newtsnout.. Mostly how he was. “How has everything been with you?” He questioned, looking back towards his side of the border. It appeared that none of his clanmates would be coming anytime soon, so it would give them time to talk freely with each other and catch up on lost time. - 58ffd9
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Moons had passed since his one night stand with a random WindClan tom, but his mind kept trailing towards the male. Especially with his mother pushing him to court a molly, she was pretty he supposed but she really wasn’t his type. Part of him wanted to go the very same spot and just escape from his mother’s constant pushing and such high expectations. She didn’t do this with Ashstripe. The breeze one this particular evening brought a chill along with it, making his nose sting while he kept sniffling. Annoyed that he had to lower his head and rub his nose against his forearm, clearing his throat as he now fought the urge to sneeze. Shaking out his short furred ginger pelt, a small shiver rushed down his spine for a moment as he brushed his side up against pine tree.
He was so close to the WindClan border and yet he also felt so far away, closing his eyes and leaning the side of his head against the tree. How could he possibly talk his way out of courting Dandeliontooth? Ears twitched are the sound of footsteps, eyes opening instantly as he looked towards the WindClan border, his blood suddenly going cold. Oh good stars.. there he was. Coldcliff was gazing at him as well; while part of him was hoping that this other tomcat had no idea who he was... another part of him wished for that Tom to recognize him. Heart in his throat, he took a hesitant step back when Coldcliff began to pad closer to the border. He was better looking than he had remembered from that night, his cheeks flaming slightly as he was addressed. “Hi..” He said bashfully, chewing on his tongue as he looked back at Coldcliff.
Ears slowly lowered back against his head as he was reminded of their brief time together, smiling bashfully as it seemed that Coldcliff remembered exactly who he was. “Oh... uh.. Coldcliff. That name suits you.” He smiles but when blubbered. “Not that your cold or anything. It’s just... it’s a handsome name so I thought.” His ears were burning and the fur on his flank sticking up as he took a deep breath. “I’m Newtsnout.” He decided to say, looking up from his paws. Although the question threw him for a loop, lips parting to give the basic answer but then he hesitated, brows furrowing slightly. “I’ve had better days to be honest.” He decided to say instead, pressing his lips together in frustration as he slowly lowered to sit on his rump; his slender side leaning into the tree for support as he watched Coldcliff with curious ambers. “How’re you?”