Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 27, 2015 2:05:20 GMT
There were some images that seemed to stick in Bearkit’s mind more than others. Positions, cats and situations were at the high end of that list, rather than scenery. However, right there and then there was one particular picture stuck in the young tom’s mind, from where he’d positioned himself at the nursery entrance to peek out at the deputy ceremony taking place outside. Magpiestar had stood there, on top of the Pebblerock, with his head held high and against a backdrop that just made the small tom stare with awe. He’d looked so strong, so brave and heroic. Their leader, the cat who kept RiverClan strong.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time that the tabby tom had sat in awe of the black and white cat. Usually it was with Lynxkit, just watching their leader go about his business with talk of one day being in that position themselves. Okay, no, it was always Lynxkit would be Lynxstar, and Bearkit would be his deputy. There was never any doubt about that in the young tom’s mind. But, then again, he also couldn’t imagine the clan without Magpiestar. It seemed like he would never change. He was RiverClan’s constant. Caught up in his thoughts, Bearkit moved out of the entrance without any of his usual crew in tow.
Instead, he moved on his own, focusing on his paws, and trying to make them move in a smooth, calculated way, the way Magpiestar moved. While equally trying to hold his head up and look at his paws, he moved forward, toward the rocks at the edge of the camp, the usual sunning spot. He wanted to be just like the leader someday. Big and brave, and able to protect everyone. Leaping up onto the rocks, the long-legged tom gave his pelt a hard shake, and turned toward the clearing, puffing out his chest and standing right on the edge of the rocks. Even without any height though, the idea of standing in front of the crowd was intimidating. How did he do it? Stand up on the Pebblerock and talk down with such a… he supposed strong voice. It vibrated through the entire camp, every word he’d said.
“How does Magpiestar stand?” he meowed to himself, shuffling his paws across the rock, and propping himself at the very edge of the rock, trying his best to straighten, and look strong. Not that he could quite achieve it with the lithe frame he had. But he tried, and put a serious look on his face, tongue sticking out ever so slightly between his teeth. “Cats of RiverClan!” He meowed, trying to keep his voice deep, but failing, and squeaking slightly at the end. He tried again, testing different voices as he repeated the words. “Cats of RiverClan, Cats, of RiverClan. Cats of the river! Uh…” So focused on his act, he ignored the cats around him, instead his attention remained on the ground in front of him. Maybe he should have fetched Maplekit to play audience.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time that the tabby tom had sat in awe of the black and white cat. Usually it was with Lynxkit, just watching their leader go about his business with talk of one day being in that position themselves. Okay, no, it was always Lynxkit would be Lynxstar, and Bearkit would be his deputy. There was never any doubt about that in the young tom’s mind. But, then again, he also couldn’t imagine the clan without Magpiestar. It seemed like he would never change. He was RiverClan’s constant. Caught up in his thoughts, Bearkit moved out of the entrance without any of his usual crew in tow.
Instead, he moved on his own, focusing on his paws, and trying to make them move in a smooth, calculated way, the way Magpiestar moved. While equally trying to hold his head up and look at his paws, he moved forward, toward the rocks at the edge of the camp, the usual sunning spot. He wanted to be just like the leader someday. Big and brave, and able to protect everyone. Leaping up onto the rocks, the long-legged tom gave his pelt a hard shake, and turned toward the clearing, puffing out his chest and standing right on the edge of the rocks. Even without any height though, the idea of standing in front of the crowd was intimidating. How did he do it? Stand up on the Pebblerock and talk down with such a… he supposed strong voice. It vibrated through the entire camp, every word he’d said.
“How does Magpiestar stand?” he meowed to himself, shuffling his paws across the rock, and propping himself at the very edge of the rock, trying his best to straighten, and look strong. Not that he could quite achieve it with the lithe frame he had. But he tried, and put a serious look on his face, tongue sticking out ever so slightly between his teeth. “Cats of RiverClan!” He meowed, trying to keep his voice deep, but failing, and squeaking slightly at the end. He tried again, testing different voices as he repeated the words. “Cats of RiverClan, Cats, of RiverClan. Cats of the river! Uh…” So focused on his act, he ignored the cats around him, instead his attention remained on the ground in front of him. Maybe he should have fetched Maplekit to play audience.
