Post by little blu ♥ on Sept 23, 2022 16:52:59 GMT -5
[ these past two months have been nothing but chaos. i tried to stay away (out of fear of my activity suffering) but the forums are comforting to me. so, i'm back, and eager to get back into writing with others. i've been contemplating joining a clan but i want to ease myself back in. so i wrote this little scene and if anyone is interested in hopping in, feel free. ^ ^ ]
>> Some minor background information (if there's any interest i can expand upon this further).
Setting: EclipseClan - settled deep into a valley, in the most heavily wooded area. They have two bordering clans, TwilightClan and SolsticeClan. Their gathering place is called the Summit and it's at the highest peak in the valley. It's currently the beginning of leaf-bare.
Cats so Far:
Cloudystar - pale grey and white patched tom with green eyes. Leader, father of Riversong and siblings.
Riversong - dark gray tabby tom with white unders, paws, and tail-tip. Deputy, son of Cloudystar and Raintail.
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The cold season had arrived. Snow fell softly upon the ground, covering the world in a serene white. The silence was broken by the gentle whisper of the wind and the slow, trickling lull of the nearby creek. It appears the water had not frozen over quite yet. Laying atop a rock, snow glistening on his pale grey coat, Cloudystar let his eyes linger on the frostbitten ferns and bare tree branches. Leaf-bare had always been his favorite, the way the forest seemed to sparkle and shine. There was just an undeniable peace in the air. A snort escaped his muzzle, giving his head a soft shake. What a sentimental old fool he'd turned out to be.
"Father?"
And there went his peace. Cloudystar let his ear twitch, the only acknowledgment he gave his oldest son. Riversong's thick tabby pelt flashed in the corner of his left eye. "It's past dawn." Ah yes. There was no rest for the weary. The leader of EclipseClan let out a short sigh, his paws shifting beneath him, ignoring the icy chill that seeped into his pads. Pushing up into a seated position, the old tom grimaced at the creak of his joints, the stab of pain. He could almost taste his son's concern in the air.
"Then let's head back." He spoke before Riversong could begin to fret and quietly huffed at the audible clack of teeth - a jaw clamping shut. He might not be as spry as he used to be, but he could still cuff ears with the best of them. A fact his son was clearly aware of. The older feline's movements had long lost their grace, his paws slamming into the snow, sending a fine powder up into the air. Without another word, the father and son duo began their trek back to camp.
Cloudystar glanced at his kit out of the corner of his eye, noting the scowl and narrowed blue eyes. His heart stuttered in his chest. Sometimes when he looked at Riversong, all he could see was the ghost of Raintail. The molly had been gone for many moons now, lost shortly after their youngest litter had started their training. His gaze slid upwards to catch a glimpse of the pale sky between the snaking branches. Someday soon, love. Two more lives. Just two and he could be reunited with her.
A brief brush of fur against his flank brought him back to the present. "We're home," his oldest murmured, his neutral façade undermined by the emotion swimming in his gaze. His Riversong had always been a strong one, but with a heart so big, Cloudystar often wondered how it didn't weigh him down. The rush of familiar scents surrounded the two as they padded into a small opening in the brambles, between two rocks. All around him cats were starting their mornings, calling out to one another or sharing prey. Some things, the tom mused, never change.
