Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 12, 2016 1:50:19 GMT
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[newclass=".tembox *::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass][newclass=".tembox *::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]background-color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=".tembox *::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:black;[/newclass]a fading silver crescent lingered in the sky, an ever stretching canvas of pale robin's egg blue. creekwhisper had always loved the very early morning, when camp was silent and empty of all but the earliest risers. the light touched the earth much earlier these days with the arrival of newleaf, so though the sun had yet to grace skyclan with its warmth, there was adequate light to see by and the moon was still just visible.
the pale gray tom rose from the cozy depths of the warriors den, where many other skyclan cats, those more recently made warriors than he, curled about him. it was customary for senior warriors to sleep nearest the center, both for respect reasons and because it was simply easier on their creaky old joints. creekwhisper did appreciate the warmth, but it was a delicate dance over tails and paws to avoid waking anyone else before the dawn. he sympathized with the youngest warriors, their fur a bit chilled as they huddled at the edge of the mixture of fur.
thin, wispy clusters of clouds dotted the horizon, little flaws on the lilac surface that stretched overhead. the small tom studied them without apprehension, knowing that there was little chance of rain today. he crept from the warm den and braced himself against the chilly air, puffing up. a pale she-cat guarded the entrance of the camp, and as creekwhisper stood in the early light, blinking sleep from his eyes, he was stunned by her appearance. padding forward on silent paws, he dipped his head before brushing against his sister's like-colored pelt. "sageleap, you startled me," he murmured, voice soft as ever. "in the pre-dawn i thought i was seeing apparitions, you look so much like our mother." he sighed, but smiled serenely. it would be good to see rainmask again, if only in a dream. with a last nod, he stole out of the camp silent as the ghost he'd mistaken sageleap for.
details were difficult to make out once he entered the forest, as trees stretched high and shadowy, not yet revealed by sunlight. the wisteria sky was comforting however, and creekwhisper moved with natural ease, at peace even in the shadows. skyclan was often heralded for their grace and fluidity of movement and he was no different. the territory held few surprises for a warrior so seasoned as he. he had trained many apprentices among the thin, moon-kissed aspens, taught them how to climb skyward along the vertical ridges of the proud oaks. the land where his clan dwelt was more than home to him- it was like an old friend, one he'd known for several lives, as familiar as his mother when he had first registered her presence. he didn't quite know why this was, but it had long aided his graceful, silent steps, those for which he was named creekwhisper. it was almost as though he knew what was beneath his paws at every step without ever having to look.
delicate pawsteps led the senior warrior to the edge of the territory, to where the oaks stood. though he loved all the forest for the shelter and prey it provided to he and his clanmates, the sturdy oaks that stood at the very edge of skyclan were particular favorites of his. there was something admirable about the resilient way they weathered all storms, impassive and unbreakable. he wished to be so sturdy himself, easily defined, rather than dwelling in the silent, misty area between fully there and gone. creekwhisper knew most of his clanmates saw him as unshakable, like the majestic trees rising before him- but in truth he was often plagued by doubt and anxiety, demons hounding at him that it will go wrong, whatever it was. cruel spirits that whispered in his ear, you're not good enough, you never will be. sometimes the slim warrior walked the branches high above, as close to the sky as he could, and felt like he could just disappear into the beyond. he half wished he would, but he knew he had duties to fulfill.
the leaves of the oaks provided good cover for both prey and predator, and creekwhisper wasn't the only one awake early. he was drawn from his reverie by the rustling of a big leaf that had been discarded from the arching branches of the massive oak most central to his vision. quivering whiskers poked out from beneath, followed by a rosy pink nose and shiny black eyes. the tom watched for a moment, utterly silent as he took in the soft-furred brown mouse, scuffling about the roots of the oak. the tree that it likely had made its home in was so very massive compared to the mouse, so tiny and fragile, and, well, kill-able. the difference was striking. as the little animal sniffed about the watching cat tensed. then, he leaped and killed the mouse quickly. feeling grateful for the moment and the life given to him, creekwhisper swiftly buried the tiny body beneath loamy soil and leaves, then bowed his head with bright cerulean eyes closed and thanked starclan.
note open to skyclan <3
the pale gray tom rose from the cozy depths of the warriors den, where many other skyclan cats, those more recently made warriors than he, curled about him. it was customary for senior warriors to sleep nearest the center, both for respect reasons and because it was simply easier on their creaky old joints. creekwhisper did appreciate the warmth, but it was a delicate dance over tails and paws to avoid waking anyone else before the dawn. he sympathized with the youngest warriors, their fur a bit chilled as they huddled at the edge of the mixture of fur.
thin, wispy clusters of clouds dotted the horizon, little flaws on the lilac surface that stretched overhead. the small tom studied them without apprehension, knowing that there was little chance of rain today. he crept from the warm den and braced himself against the chilly air, puffing up. a pale she-cat guarded the entrance of the camp, and as creekwhisper stood in the early light, blinking sleep from his eyes, he was stunned by her appearance. padding forward on silent paws, he dipped his head before brushing against his sister's like-colored pelt. "sageleap, you startled me," he murmured, voice soft as ever. "in the pre-dawn i thought i was seeing apparitions, you look so much like our mother." he sighed, but smiled serenely. it would be good to see rainmask again, if only in a dream. with a last nod, he stole out of the camp silent as the ghost he'd mistaken sageleap for.
details were difficult to make out once he entered the forest, as trees stretched high and shadowy, not yet revealed by sunlight. the wisteria sky was comforting however, and creekwhisper moved with natural ease, at peace even in the shadows. skyclan was often heralded for their grace and fluidity of movement and he was no different. the territory held few surprises for a warrior so seasoned as he. he had trained many apprentices among the thin, moon-kissed aspens, taught them how to climb skyward along the vertical ridges of the proud oaks. the land where his clan dwelt was more than home to him- it was like an old friend, one he'd known for several lives, as familiar as his mother when he had first registered her presence. he didn't quite know why this was, but it had long aided his graceful, silent steps, those for which he was named creekwhisper. it was almost as though he knew what was beneath his paws at every step without ever having to look.
delicate pawsteps led the senior warrior to the edge of the territory, to where the oaks stood. though he loved all the forest for the shelter and prey it provided to he and his clanmates, the sturdy oaks that stood at the very edge of skyclan were particular favorites of his. there was something admirable about the resilient way they weathered all storms, impassive and unbreakable. he wished to be so sturdy himself, easily defined, rather than dwelling in the silent, misty area between fully there and gone. creekwhisper knew most of his clanmates saw him as unshakable, like the majestic trees rising before him- but in truth he was often plagued by doubt and anxiety, demons hounding at him that it will go wrong, whatever it was. cruel spirits that whispered in his ear, you're not good enough, you never will be. sometimes the slim warrior walked the branches high above, as close to the sky as he could, and felt like he could just disappear into the beyond. he half wished he would, but he knew he had duties to fulfill.
the leaves of the oaks provided good cover for both prey and predator, and creekwhisper wasn't the only one awake early. he was drawn from his reverie by the rustling of a big leaf that had been discarded from the arching branches of the massive oak most central to his vision. quivering whiskers poked out from beneath, followed by a rosy pink nose and shiny black eyes. the tom watched for a moment, utterly silent as he took in the soft-furred brown mouse, scuffling about the roots of the oak. the tree that it likely had made its home in was so very massive compared to the mouse, so tiny and fragile, and, well, kill-able. the difference was striking. as the little animal sniffed about the watching cat tensed. then, he leaped and killed the mouse quickly. feeling grateful for the moment and the life given to him, creekwhisper swiftly buried the tiny body beneath loamy soil and leaves, then bowed his head with bright cerulean eyes closed and thanked starclan.
note open to skyclan <3
