AHHHHHH MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN IM KINDA PROUD OF THIS, NOT GONNA LIE I can't stop with these 2. Ok so, this coloring is from the early days in Cinderstar and Brokenstripe's relationship, when it was Cinder the loner and Hawk the rogue, meeting secretly so Scar, Hawk's father and leader of the rogues wouldn't find them. Here's a little story I just typed up (This is not edited for grammer mistakes or anything like that XD): Cinder walked through the green grass, letting the wind blow through her fur. The cool air felt strangely soothing on her painful, recently ripped ear. As she walked, she noticed an unfamiliar scent. /Another cat?/ she thought, glancing around. /If someone followed me-/. Suddenly she noticed the other cat. A tall, thin tom with dark brown fur hunting nearby. Cinder crept towards him, careful not to be seen. He was stalking a rabbit. Cinder watched quietly. He leapt at the rabbit but was just a second too late. The rabbit scampered through the grass, directly towards Cinder. Instinctively she jumped on it, catching the poor, struggling creature between her claws and killing it swiftly. She looked up, still holding the rabbit, and saw the tom again, this time facing her, his piercing green eyes meeting her bright blue eyes. "I believe this is yours," Cinder said, tossing the rabbit in his direction. "No, you should keep it. You caught it after all," the tom said, tossing the rabbit back to her. Cinder stared at him in amusement. "What kind of cat /are/ you?" she asked. "Most would grab that rabbit and run." The tom shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I believe a cat deserve to keep what they catch." "Wow. I've never heard that one before," she said, sitting down. She took a bite of the rabbit. "Want to share?" "Uh, sure," the tom said nervously glancing around. "What are you worried about?" "Nothing." "You're not a very good liar." "I just can't let anyone see me out here." Cinder narrowed her eyes. "Wait.... are you a clan cat?" "What? No!" he exclaimed. "Then what are you?" "I'm a-a rogue." Cinder snorted. "You're the wimpiest rogue I've ever met," she commented, remembering when a group of rogues attacked her family many moons ago. "How many rogues have you met?" he asked curiously, sitting down across from her. "At least 5 attacked my family. They wanted revenge on my mother." "Why?” “She led an attack on them long before I was born,” Cinder said, pulling off another piece from the rabbit. “What’s your mother’s name?” "Why should I tell you?" “I might know who she is.” Cinder rolled her eyes. “Ginger. Her name is Ginger.” The tom thought for a moment. "Nope. I don't know any Gingers." Cinder shrugged. "She lives pretty far from here. It was probably a different rouge group." "If she lives so far away, why are you here? Most cats don’t wander around on their own.” "She disowned me," Cinder responded without a hint of emotion. "/Disowned/ you?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah. But that's a story for a different time." Cinder asked. The dark tom looked Cinder over. “What happened to you?” he asked, gesturing to her open wounds and torn ear. “That’s also a story for a different time.” He didn’t push her to elaborate. “What’s your name?” “Cinder. And yours? “Hawk,” the tom responded. Cinder nodded and watched as he finally grabbed a piece of the rabbit and they ate in silence. When the rabbit was gone, Hawk stood up, glancing around again. “What, is it against the rules to talk to other cats?” Cinder asked standing up herself. “Sort of. I should go.” He turned his back to Cinder, about to walk away, but stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “But this was fun. It’s nice to talk to a cat outside of the rogues.” “Well don’t get used to it. I won’t be staying here long.” “If you decide to stay, there’s a cave over there that might be helpful,” Hawk said, flicking his tail in the direction of a rock formation. “And I always hunt out here.” Cinder smiled. “Thanks.” Hawk smiled back, and continued walking. Cinder watched him go, his long brown tail trailing through the grass. When Hawk was no longer visible, Cinder faced the horizon, ready to continue her journey. But before she moved forward, she looked over her shoulder at the rock formation. She sighed and turned in the opposite direction, running towards the rocks. There she came across a cave, just as Hawk said she would. It was a nice size. Not too big, not too small. As Cinder stepped inside, the smooth gray rock, weathered from years of life, felt cool and refreshing against her tired paw pads. She looked around at the cave. /Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay here for a little while/. Coloring and Background - Me Lineart - CC -
