Post by M'Lady on Nov 16, 2018 18:19:20 GMT
Owlstar almost... Didn't want to go. How could she? See the clearing filled with old bloodstains and the faded scents of cats she'd never see again, kin she'd never see the smile of again. She almost called it off, and would've asked Rookheart to go, but.. He wasn't ready. Besides, there was something she's been meaning to do there. And it would be proper of her, to greet Brackenstar as Mothclan's new leader. She dug her claws into the ground outside her den, the only show of emotion in the leader's otherwise cool facade.
She wished, for once, she didn't have to be proper. Or do what was best for the clan as a whole. She might've kept her loved ones, that way.
With a call out to her clanmates, she rallied them to her side so they could proceed to the Gathering. It seemed as though they understood the solemn aura of the night, and followed along silently as they traveled through their thick forest, shadows in the silver of the moon. They were quick paced, as Owlstar gracefully bounded through their territory as lightly as if she were a specter, a ghost that once called this place home. Her steps, as always, made no sound, but it mattered none with the thundering of paws behind her, reassuring her that her clanmates were just on her tail.
Finally, they entered the clearing. The leader slowed down, pausing for a moment to look around at the hauntingly empty place, filled with remnants of tribe scent and blood. Yellow eyes flickered dangerously as she looked around, gaze finally drawn to the looming silver monsters that lay again, shining in the light. She frowned, but moved forward, flicking her tail as a dismissal for her clan to disperse as they pleased. She padded slowly towards the monsters, hesitating before jumping up, her landing as perfect as always. She swirled around, the monster skin frigid on her paws, and sat down with her tail curled loosely around her. Yellow eyes trained on the entrance to the clearing, glowing with flames in a contrast to the otherwise blue and gray toned environment around them. Her scar was prominent on her features, tearing through what remained of her right ear, slicing cleanly around her luminous eye, and gouging through the side of her muzzle to reveal sharp teeth. The scar itself glowed silver in the light, against ebony fur. Her elegance faltered inside her heart, very conscious of her appearance like she never had been before. Was this what it felt like? To be worried of how you looked? It wasn't just because of her beauty, that she felt so awful. It was a constant reminder that another leader had been killed instead of her. A leader that was on his last leg, while she could've spared the death. It felt... It felt like she was turning to ash inside and out, and all she tasted was cinders. But what could she do, but wait?
And so she waited for the other clans to arrive, making a note to talk to Bearstar and Brackenstar as soon as they joined her. She wanted to speak first tonight, to both welcome him as a leader, and... For something else. Her gaze flickered up to where Silverpelt shone above them, wondering if the ridiculous old tom was watching them tonight. Ha. What a thought that was. She wondered if Spiderstar was there too.
She wished, for once, she didn't have to be proper. Or do what was best for the clan as a whole. She might've kept her loved ones, that way.
With a call out to her clanmates, she rallied them to her side so they could proceed to the Gathering. It seemed as though they understood the solemn aura of the night, and followed along silently as they traveled through their thick forest, shadows in the silver of the moon. They were quick paced, as Owlstar gracefully bounded through their territory as lightly as if she were a specter, a ghost that once called this place home. Her steps, as always, made no sound, but it mattered none with the thundering of paws behind her, reassuring her that her clanmates were just on her tail.
Finally, they entered the clearing. The leader slowed down, pausing for a moment to look around at the hauntingly empty place, filled with remnants of tribe scent and blood. Yellow eyes flickered dangerously as she looked around, gaze finally drawn to the looming silver monsters that lay again, shining in the light. She frowned, but moved forward, flicking her tail as a dismissal for her clan to disperse as they pleased. She padded slowly towards the monsters, hesitating before jumping up, her landing as perfect as always. She swirled around, the monster skin frigid on her paws, and sat down with her tail curled loosely around her. Yellow eyes trained on the entrance to the clearing, glowing with flames in a contrast to the otherwise blue and gray toned environment around them. Her scar was prominent on her features, tearing through what remained of her right ear, slicing cleanly around her luminous eye, and gouging through the side of her muzzle to reveal sharp teeth. The scar itself glowed silver in the light, against ebony fur. Her elegance faltered inside her heart, very conscious of her appearance like she never had been before. Was this what it felt like? To be worried of how you looked? It wasn't just because of her beauty, that she felt so awful. It was a constant reminder that another leader had been killed instead of her. A leader that was on his last leg, while she could've spared the death. It felt... It felt like she was turning to ash inside and out, and all she tasted was cinders. But what could she do, but wait?
And so she waited for the other clans to arrive, making a note to talk to Bearstar and Brackenstar as soon as they joined her. She wanted to speak first tonight, to both welcome him as a leader, and... For something else. Her gaze flickered up to where Silverpelt shone above them, wondering if the ridiculous old tom was watching them tonight. Ha. What a thought that was. She wondered if Spiderstar was there too.