Post by skyy and her socks on Feb 19, 2016 2:34:53 GMT
The sunset light had all but faded into the shadows, the golden glow that continued to twist across the clouds and the sky above producing nothing but colours above the quiet camp. Cats of all ages gathered around the edges of the clearing, eating, chatting among themselves, sharing tongues in a way only the clans did. From the entrance of the leader’s den he found himself appreciating the sight, especially when his gaze found his brothers chatting together, and his friends all meshing without issue. It was a calming sight, and for a long moment, he found his attention drifting around the camp, till it eventually found Lilyfang and Elksong. Yet, after a few moments he moved on. If Elksong had been along maybe he would have approached the she-cat. However, Lilyfang’s on and off against attitude had him deterred. It seemed like one moment she was talking to him, wanting to go hunting with Elksong and himself, but the next day she wasn’t looking in his direction. He had more important things to worry about.
However, it was a tabby and white form in the clearing, that had his attention. While they’d talked briefly to recap on the ceremony, yes it had happened, yes he’d missed it, two apprentices had been named and a question on expansion had been asked, that was all to be shared. That needed to change. Sickness and distraction had left him for a moon without a deputy, and it was time to fix that. “Half-face!” he called across the clearing, loud, deep voice gaining plenty of glances. However, his attention remained fixed on the deputy as he gestured toward the den. With one more glanced toward Elksong, he turned, and moved back inside, tail tip twitching behind him. The words from the meeting continued to hover in his mind, a whirlwind of ideas. Focused particularly on the river. "RiverClan lives well. Is it not time for SkyClan to live just as luxuriously?" Whitewhisker had declared. "This could be our destiny. Skyclan's destiny." Spiderfang seemed so sure of that. “Magpiestar looks dead where he stands. His personal losses seem to have taken a toll on him.”
“That river may prove to be more trouble than it's worth.” The leader paused over his nest, letting out a long breath and shaking his head. The river was not where SkyClan belonged, however, any option was better than staring when the weather grew colder and the birds flew away. Not to mention, it would perhaps limit the injuries and deaths that came from being in the tree tops when the trees were asleep and prone to breaking off their limbs at a sudden weight. A ground source of prey would not go astray. Pinestar folded his paws under himself as he rested his belly against the ground, his tabby and white pelt puffed out against the evening breeze. Now was as good a time as any for a conversation. Their own somewhat more serious sharing of tongues, he supposed.
However, it was a tabby and white form in the clearing, that had his attention. While they’d talked briefly to recap on the ceremony, yes it had happened, yes he’d missed it, two apprentices had been named and a question on expansion had been asked, that was all to be shared. That needed to change. Sickness and distraction had left him for a moon without a deputy, and it was time to fix that. “Half-face!” he called across the clearing, loud, deep voice gaining plenty of glances. However, his attention remained fixed on the deputy as he gestured toward the den. With one more glanced toward Elksong, he turned, and moved back inside, tail tip twitching behind him. The words from the meeting continued to hover in his mind, a whirlwind of ideas. Focused particularly on the river. "RiverClan lives well. Is it not time for SkyClan to live just as luxuriously?" Whitewhisker had declared. "This could be our destiny. Skyclan's destiny." Spiderfang seemed so sure of that. “Magpiestar looks dead where he stands. His personal losses seem to have taken a toll on him.”
“That river may prove to be more trouble than it's worth.” The leader paused over his nest, letting out a long breath and shaking his head. The river was not where SkyClan belonged, however, any option was better than staring when the weather grew colder and the birds flew away. Not to mention, it would perhaps limit the injuries and deaths that came from being in the tree tops when the trees were asleep and prone to breaking off their limbs at a sudden weight. A ground source of prey would not go astray. Pinestar folded his paws under himself as he rested his belly against the ground, his tabby and white pelt puffed out against the evening breeze. Now was as good a time as any for a conversation. Their own somewhat more serious sharing of tongues, he supposed.
