Post by silverfang218 on May 30, 2018 1:13:45 GMT
Goodbyes said, Shadowgaze turns in a circle in the middle of camp, taking in what will likely be the last time he ever sees the place he’s called home for the last nine moons. Most of his life he’s lived here, and now he’s walking away from the place that holds so many memories, good and bad. It’s a bittersweet moment, but it lasts for just a brief second before Shadow trots out of camp along with the two cats that Shadow loves the most. His father and his beloved mate. The adventure has begun.
Shadowgaze quickly steps up and takes the lead, memory guiding his pawsteps. He hasn’t told any cat yet, but he’s been secretly visiting Starling ever since Rainfur and Scorchpaw came to them with the news that Starling had become a loner. Since Starling had left the clan so young, she had been more than grateful for Shadowgaze’s visits as he often taught her new hunting techniques. Starling has become a great huntress under Shadow’s mentorship, though both cats would readily admit that fighting is far from a strength for either of them.
Not too far outside of IvyClan territory but also not all that far from the twolegplace, Shadowgaze stops. Starling’s scent, now a scent that still contains IvyClan but is also a twist of MothClan, grass, dirt, and prey, is everywhere and is even fresh like she’s still nearby but there’s no sign of her nor is there any obvious place for her to hide. “Starling- I’ve brought some company this time.” Shadow calls, confident that he knows she’s here.
After a few moments of silence, there’s a soft rustle from a nearby bit of undergrowth. A familiar small face pops out from a hole that is almost completely invisible unless a cat already knows it’s there. There’s a scraggly bush growing near the hole, so it may actually look like Starling magically popped out of the bush’s roots to any cat who’s really unobservant or isn’t actually watching where she came from. The hole itself is covered with leaves and is about half overgrown with grass and other weeds; Starling’s little home is tiny, barely large enough for the slender young she-cat, and the entrance is only just wide enough for Starling herself to fit as she likely dug the hole herself.
Starling starts to open her mouth to purr a greeting to Shadowgaze… before her eyes find the two other toms behind her adoptive brother. Her eyes widen with shock, having never expected her father and her brother’s mate to suddenly show up at her home. “Dad! Wildwing! What are you two doing here? Hi!” The flustered she-cat bounds over to Rainfur to rub against him, purring softly. She might not understand why he’s here but she’s still happy to see him. Though she’ll likely be (or act, at least) less happy once she hears why they are here. Shadowgaze simply watches with a chuckle.
Shadowgaze quickly steps up and takes the lead, memory guiding his pawsteps. He hasn’t told any cat yet, but he’s been secretly visiting Starling ever since Rainfur and Scorchpaw came to them with the news that Starling had become a loner. Since Starling had left the clan so young, she had been more than grateful for Shadowgaze’s visits as he often taught her new hunting techniques. Starling has become a great huntress under Shadow’s mentorship, though both cats would readily admit that fighting is far from a strength for either of them.
Not too far outside of IvyClan territory but also not all that far from the twolegplace, Shadowgaze stops. Starling’s scent, now a scent that still contains IvyClan but is also a twist of MothClan, grass, dirt, and prey, is everywhere and is even fresh like she’s still nearby but there’s no sign of her nor is there any obvious place for her to hide. “Starling- I’ve brought some company this time.” Shadow calls, confident that he knows she’s here.
After a few moments of silence, there’s a soft rustle from a nearby bit of undergrowth. A familiar small face pops out from a hole that is almost completely invisible unless a cat already knows it’s there. There’s a scraggly bush growing near the hole, so it may actually look like Starling magically popped out of the bush’s roots to any cat who’s really unobservant or isn’t actually watching where she came from. The hole itself is covered with leaves and is about half overgrown with grass and other weeds; Starling’s little home is tiny, barely large enough for the slender young she-cat, and the entrance is only just wide enough for Starling herself to fit as she likely dug the hole herself.
Starling starts to open her mouth to purr a greeting to Shadowgaze… before her eyes find the two other toms behind her adoptive brother. Her eyes widen with shock, having never expected her father and her brother’s mate to suddenly show up at her home. “Dad! Wildwing! What are you two doing here? Hi!” The flustered she-cat bounds over to Rainfur to rub against him, purring softly. She might not understand why he’s here but she’s still happy to see him. Though she’ll likely be (or act, at least) less happy once she hears why they are here. Shadowgaze simply watches with a chuckle.