Post by M'Lady on Apr 15, 2018 20:24:12 GMT
She refused to let the other clan know that it got to her. The betrayals, the anxiety, the invasion of rogues in their territory. Starclan had chosen her for a reason, and she would carry her duties to the grave. For awhile, she had even toyed with the idea of retiring as an elder on her last life, but now she quickly dismissed the thought. As long as it would prove beneficial for the clan, she'd be their leader.
'And with this life, I give you pride. Let it set a fire in your heart and let your head be held high.'
That was the life that Silentwater had given her, with her solemn tone and eyes the color of the lake a day after a storm. Owlstar hadn't said a word to her then, she couldn't, she didn't know how. But now she realized that this was the life she was on, this was the blessing that her ancestor had given her. She was determined to lead her clan to strength, she'd change the course of a river with her own paws if need be. It was time, as New Leaf took the territories, for Ivyclan to spring up like daffodil sprouts, bright against the rest of the world and standing tall even in the heaviest of rains. A turning point, for them, for everyone. It had always been that way. If one clan was to change, the other would too. She wondered, would Mothstar and Bearstar be as eager as she was? Were they as ready as she was to become a true leader of this new territory that none of them were quite used to yet?
Would they be ready, would their clans be?
She rounded up her cats for the gathering, and they tore off through the forest. Owlstar may have pushed on a little faster than necessary, but for some reason, that night she absolutely had to feel her paws sting as they slammed on the ground, had to feel her shallow, quick breaths ripping from her throat, and hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. They arrived at the gathering first, obviously, and she slowed to a stop in the clearing with the torn up monsters. She glanced out at her clan, and then turned her head away. Padding towards the beasts, she leaped up in a few quick jump to land with a metallic thump on the top. The night was cool, and so was the shiny ground underneath her feet. She did what her ancestor told her. She rose her head high, back straight and regal. With the moon turning her lighter fur silver, yellow eyes shone in stark contrast against the rest of her monotone pelt. She watched the entrance to the clearing, waiting for the other clans to arrive. They'd see her, perched atop the beast as if she had killed it herself, with that glow as cold as stars in her eyes.
'And with this life, I give you pride. Let it set a fire in your heart and let your head be held high.'
That was the life that Silentwater had given her, with her solemn tone and eyes the color of the lake a day after a storm. Owlstar hadn't said a word to her then, she couldn't, she didn't know how. But now she realized that this was the life she was on, this was the blessing that her ancestor had given her. She was determined to lead her clan to strength, she'd change the course of a river with her own paws if need be. It was time, as New Leaf took the territories, for Ivyclan to spring up like daffodil sprouts, bright against the rest of the world and standing tall even in the heaviest of rains. A turning point, for them, for everyone. It had always been that way. If one clan was to change, the other would too. She wondered, would Mothstar and Bearstar be as eager as she was? Were they as ready as she was to become a true leader of this new territory that none of them were quite used to yet?
Would they be ready, would their clans be?
She rounded up her cats for the gathering, and they tore off through the forest. Owlstar may have pushed on a little faster than necessary, but for some reason, that night she absolutely had to feel her paws sting as they slammed on the ground, had to feel her shallow, quick breaths ripping from her throat, and hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. They arrived at the gathering first, obviously, and she slowed to a stop in the clearing with the torn up monsters. She glanced out at her clan, and then turned her head away. Padding towards the beasts, she leaped up in a few quick jump to land with a metallic thump on the top. The night was cool, and so was the shiny ground underneath her feet. She did what her ancestor told her. She rose her head high, back straight and regal. With the moon turning her lighter fur silver, yellow eyes shone in stark contrast against the rest of her monotone pelt. She watched the entrance to the clearing, waiting for the other clans to arrive. They'd see her, perched atop the beast as if she had killed it herself, with that glow as cold as stars in her eyes.