Nightowl and Silverbell

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Silverbell
Don't judge a book by it's cover

The she-cat padded silently into the Willow Pools, her favorite place. She and Nightowl had just gotten here in time of the silver hour. That's the time when the moon shines in the sunset, and it came right after the golden hour. The silver hour, like the golden, lasted only for mere moments, but it was still remarkable. She sat down at the water's edge, staring up into SilverPelt which seemed to be sprinkled with sparkling, silver dust across the multi-colored night sky. And the moon, a claw scrape in the sky, was right in the hue that faded from purple to blue. The silver she-cat seemed to blend in with the pale moonlight shining down on her, looking as if she was just mist, or moonlight herself. Only her sapphire eyes could be seen against her pelt, and they reflected the water for a moment before she closed them.
The willow trees were bathed in silver light also, making their drooping branches look much more elegant and purposeful, starlight shimmering on their leaves. The water sparkled and seemed to glow from underneath as well as above. It was all such a breathtaking scene, no cat could deny it.
But then the silver hour passed, and Silverbell knew that it had passed. She opened her eyes the second it faded. She'd memorized it well. No, memorized was putting it lightly. An understatement. She'd done it night after night sience she was old enough to look outside. Well, that wasn't really even true. As a kit, when her mother had fallen asleep, she'd slipped out of the Nursurey to watch the sky every night sience her eyes had opened. Yes, it was forbidden, but she didn't care at the time and to this day didn't regret it.
Silverbell's white teeth flashed in a grin at Nightowl. You gotta love the silver hour! she told her, before slipping gently into the water. The impact didn't have much effect on the surface; there was no splash, only a ripple through the water, as if a mouthful of sand had been dropped in. Silverbell's silver tabby pelt shimmered with the patterns of the water as she swam through it. Silverbell could hold her breath for over a minute, another instinctual thing, so it was a minute before she resurfaced. She only stayed above the water and in the air for a moment before going straight back down, yet not far enough down to stir any mud. She moved quickly, just below the surface of the water, sapphire eyes open and relaxed; her smile touched her eyes with a warm glow of pure happiness.

[Mysti]

^{ooc;;; Heh heh, that's my quote for de day...}

Nightowl

^{If you give one a fish, he can eat for a day. If you teach one to fish he can eat forever. But if you teach one to learn, he can teach himself how to fish and many other things.}

Nightowl slipped past the branches of a heather bush and followed Silverbell into the the silver-bathed pool. Nightowl was imediately astounded by the magnificence of the sight in front of her. The dew droplets on the trees from the morning shivered in the breeze, tinted silver in the moonlight. Stars speckled the sky like pebbles in a river, constantly shimmering with the water that rushed over them. The velvety sky was coloured many different shades of purple and blue, swirling, spiraling together in slow impulses. The pool was even more sightly. It was as smooth as glass, reflecting Nightowl and Silverbell- barely- in the pool. It was a pool of silver liquid, metalic water, sequined by the stars in the sky.

Silverbell was nearly invisible in the moonlight, her shimmering grey coat blending in with the many silver colours around her. She looked so at home in the moonlight, Nightowl thought dreamily. Her own black coat shivered in the breeze that blew through, ruffling it's already tousled appearance. The moonlight merely created patterns, patterns that Nightowl herself was very fond of, on her pelt,s himmering stars and faces and the sun and moon... It was what she saw in her fur, like what she saw in the clouds.

Silverbell turned to her and told her that she had to love the silver hour. Nightowl nodded. You gotta love it.... She murmured. In her mind she was seeing silver wisps shaped as birds and mice floating in the air. Kits battled around her feet, mewling and batting each other. Their voices sounded as echoes, and she would ocasionally hear, 'Take that, Ceruleanstar, for I, Dewstar, shall take over the forest!'. She purred and narrowed her eyes with content. Even though the kits and the silver birds weren't real, they were real in her mind, and she loved the dream. Soon the silver hour passed and they were gone from her mind and memory, making way for more and better daydreams. Nightowl realized that Silverbell wasn't with her anymore and she glanced around hurridly. Had she left when Nightowl had been dreaming? No. She was underneath the water. The patterns on her silver fur reminded Nightowl of her own in the moonlight. But Silverbell was underwater.

Nightowl purred when her friend turned her eyes up to the sky and smiled, a look of pure calm on her silver face. Nightowl didn't follow her into the water, afraid that she would waste Silverbell's moment of peace with her fluffed up appearance in the water. Completely indulged in water, Nightowls' longer fur waved about her. She looked like a furball. Nightowl's purr grew as she imagined herself, fluffed up and muttering, annoyed, as she tried to smooth out her fur. Instead of putting herself straight into the water, she dipped her four paws into the water, sliding them gegntly so that the tips of her fur touched the water, swaying the with motion her paws had made moments before.

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OOC: Sorry I wasn't here for so long! My daddy stoles my computer power cord as a 'punishment'. What I did wrong, I don't know. Anyway, I'm here and I'm now! lolz

Oh! By the way, your post is amazing! lolz

Silverbell
Don't judge a book by it's cover

Silverbell became transfixed, staring up at the moon and stars glittering above, that she forgot to breathe. She didn't want to breathe. To break the surface of the still water would be like the Apocalypse- it would feel like destroying the peace that the silver hour had created. Her eyes danced beneath the surface of the water, watching the trees sway to some music only they could hear; she felt the ticklish nips of fish against her short, slick pelt. The forest-green grass seemed almost black under the veil of night, and the little dewdrops that glistened on them seemed to wink at Silverbell. The navy sky was like another world, with it's pearly moon that outshone even the brightest stars and planets. She imagined each star a silver minnow swimming through a deep, deep lake, each one more beautiful and transfixing than the last. As the fish nips got more persistant, Silverbell tore her eyes from the lovely scene that floated above her to the seaweedy and coral below and all around her. The rainbow and silver trouts that swirled around her seemed so confidant that she wasn't hunting them, which was true. The water swirled around her, and she caught sight of her friend's furry black paws in the water. All too soon, it seemed, there was a pain in her ribs. A sharp pain that could not be ignored. Silverbell propelled herself towords the surface with her limber paws, and her nose broke the peaceful serendipity of the surface with a pain of it's own- the passing from the element of Water into Air. After that, her head slid out easily, though she felt like she was being born again, going from the calm serenity of the water and out into the coldly beautiful world. She only let her head out, though; her head was the only part of her that needed this waterless place. Silverbell breathed for a moment, easing the pain in her lungs. Then the she-cat smiled and turned to Nightowl. It's such a perfect night tonight, she murmured to her companion. And truly it was. But she was not quite done with the nightwater yet. There was a special quality in the water at night, indescribable and breathtaking. Gingerly, Silverbell slipped back beneath the surface of the water. There was always pain in switching from Air to Water and vice versa. Now her lungs were being pressured by the calming waters to drown. And the pain of being cut off from Air was there, too, but this the she-cat put aside as she stared around her. Her back legs brushed against some emerald sea-weed, which caused a school of tiny orange minnows to spook and dart around in different directions, their fish-pelts creating the illusion of underwater fire. Silverbell's sapphire eyes drank their beauty. Shifting her gaze, she saw a huge black angelfish with yellow beak and outline parading slowly through the water. Her eyebrows raised and she smiled lightly. She'd never seen one so big before. The light blue patterns from the lapping water above seemed etched onto the fish's body. The she-cat continued grinning and her gaze moved on. Her sapphire eyes landed on something sparkling, somewhat buried in the sand. Silverbell swam deeper into the water, closer to the object. She could feel the water swish around her body and comb it's fingers through her fur. With a swipe of her paw, she found that the shiny was a beautiful navy shell with a sickle moon scratch mark in it, turned a silver-gray color. Silverbell only wondered what cat of the past could have been strong enough to scratch a shell, or if a cat had done this at all. Perhaps one of her ancestors was in a fight with a huge animal, like a wolf, (Silverbell shuddered at this thought, though her pulse quickened with adrenaline) and the warrior had had it grasped in her mouth when the wolf tried to scratch her in the face, but instead cut the moon into the shell. Then perhaps the shell had gone flying, leaving the warrior to either die or flee, itself sinking safeley beneath the surface of the water, waiting to be found again. The she-cat shuddered again, but picked it up gingerly with her teeth like she'd pick up the scruff of a kit. Then she propelled herself upword once more and broke the surface. Silverbell breathed through her nose, which was more difficult, but not impossible. She padded swiftly over to the water's edge and placed the shell down on the earth. In doing so, her paws scraped the side when she tried to scramble up, upsetting some mud. After several clumsily failed attempts, she decided to simply leap up, no matter what it did to the water. When she was safely on the surface, Silverbell coughed once and then called out gently, as if not to disturb the seemingly sacred, soothing quiet of night, Nightowl, look what I've found! Isn't it amazing? The she-cat never took her eyes off the sparkling shell, even as she spoke. Some of the water trickled down the shell and onto the peachy forest floor, but some gathered into the cut-in moon, making a sort of moon-pool. Silverbell's eyes glittered as she watched, fascinated by the wondorous beauty. Some water on her own pelt clung on, but most of it ran smoothly off, leaving her fur looking soft and dry. A bit of water from her face ran down onto her whiskers and sparkled on their tips. Added together, the little, blue water droplets against her silvery fur almost made her look like she had jewls decorating her body. But Silverbell was too fascinated with the shell to even notice, making up stories in her head about it. If she had noticed, she may have shaken the water off her fur. She was not a vain cat, and pitied those who were. There were simply more important things in life than looks- the Clan cats should know that better than any other cat.
Silverbell's sapphire orbs stayed transfixed on the shell, as if it might desintigrate in mere seconds, as if she only had those mere seconds to admire it. As if the world would end in another heartbeat, in just one more blink, one more breath...