Post by Rainytalon ♆ on Feb 15, 2023 1:12:40 GMT -5
rainytalon
former deputy of lightclan
Her heels felt sore as they traipsed through the mountainside. Though Greenleaf had returned to the world, it did not bring with it the familiar sense of warmth she was used to. The blue-gray she-cat found herself, as she had in the last six moons since the fire that had destroyed her camp, longing deeply for home and wishing to wake up once more in the warriors den to begin the early morning border patrol. It seemed the mountain range held a perpetual chill, the skin of her paws cracked from the long journey since that day. Her heart weighed heavy, seeming to drag her stride by stride, further and further away. Rainytalon had not seen Hawkwing among the deceased, and yet there were some that were unrecognizable the following dawn; a deep-rooted hope that she had not unknowingly buried her mate still flamed in her heart. The molly looked for him in everything: in the brush, in the morning sun, in every unfamiliar swish of wind, every snapped branch underpaw and whoosh of a nearby bird in flight. Anything that whispered that he lingered behind them, so so close and yet not within eye's reach.
The company of Willowclaw had made it somewhat bearable. She appreciated the other molly's presence and held it as a promise that life could still continue, that there were others from Lightclan that had survived and lived on after the fire. But it paled in comparison to the many losses they had mutually endured, knowing that they had one another through it all, and yet that silent unspoken question as to whether or not they were the only ones left.
It had become routine to take things day by day these days, and many moons had passed without a monthly gathering. But it was an odd sensation to have a schedule that felt normal now, and yet it was completely abnormal from the life she'd lived her whole life. Striding up a small hill, she cast a quick glance to her side, fern-colored lenses flicked over to Willowclaw. Rainytalon often wondered how different a life the former Lightclan medicine cat was living now, tending to only the two of them rather than the whole clan, and if Starclan had truly abandoned them. It had certainly felt that way, no voice or dreams to promise them a life outside their home, or their families to reunite with.
She hung her head briefly, watching her paws continued forward up the slope, taking in and exhaling a deep sigh. The top of the hill was within eyesight; they were nearly there. "We should rest, once we've reached the top." Pausing, she glanced once more over to the fluffy molly at her flank, "Perhaps we will find our next meal at the peak. Surely we will see what this new world looks like from there, at the very least." It was said as more of a suggestion than statement; with no ranks to bind them, although Rainytalon had always viewed the medicine cat's position of even greater importance than her own as deputy, they were equals more now than the clans had ever granted them the opportunity to be.
[attr="class","lyrics"]first thread in the valley; it's been six months since the fire!
[attr="class","notes"]for willowclaw, but all welcome!
MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM
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