Post by M'Lady on Mar 4, 2019 4:04:28 GMT
She couldn't believe it would've only been one gathering more, if she'd lived to see another moon, she would've noticed these kits that looked like her. His kits, the son she refused to acknowledge even in death.
But, these kits didn't know.
They didn't do anything wrong.
So she watched them quietly from Starclan, and once she started finding her way down there, she wondered if she'd ever bump into any of them.
Today seemed to be that day.
She was on her way back from exploring Mothclan territory, after a particularly lovely nap nearby the Thunder Trails, at least until a rather noisy monster came along and she was interrupted. So she started the leisurely stroll back, wondering briefly when the last time she'd taken a stroll was, in her living life. With Creeksong, though, it was a little filled with tension for a stroll. So she came through the entrance of Mothclan camp, well, gliding through the entrance. Owleyes had always been rather regal, but with her regained youth, it seemed like she was stepping on air with how precise and lively her movements were. She watched with amused eyes and a mischievous grin that no Mothclan warrior or apprentice looked her way, though she noticed a rather curious little kit peering at the entrance to camp with bright eyes. A flicker of recognition went through her, and added a little bounce to her pawsteps. She moved forward, a warm grin on her face, and looked down at the curly little kitten with a question looming in her yellow gaze.
"Hello there, love," Her voice was soft and rolled with a musical purr, a purr that the leader Owlstar had lost as soon as Starling had left her. It was later regained upon her death, after she'd slept straight for a good few days.
"Would you happen to know the best places in camp to take a nice nap?"
But, these kits didn't know.
They didn't do anything wrong.
So she watched them quietly from Starclan, and once she started finding her way down there, she wondered if she'd ever bump into any of them.
Today seemed to be that day.
She was on her way back from exploring Mothclan territory, after a particularly lovely nap nearby the Thunder Trails, at least until a rather noisy monster came along and she was interrupted. So she started the leisurely stroll back, wondering briefly when the last time she'd taken a stroll was, in her living life. With Creeksong, though, it was a little filled with tension for a stroll. So she came through the entrance of Mothclan camp, well, gliding through the entrance. Owleyes had always been rather regal, but with her regained youth, it seemed like she was stepping on air with how precise and lively her movements were. She watched with amused eyes and a mischievous grin that no Mothclan warrior or apprentice looked her way, though she noticed a rather curious little kit peering at the entrance to camp with bright eyes. A flicker of recognition went through her, and added a little bounce to her pawsteps. She moved forward, a warm grin on her face, and looked down at the curly little kitten with a question looming in her yellow gaze.
"Hello there, love," Her voice was soft and rolled with a musical purr, a purr that the leader Owlstar had lost as soon as Starling had left her. It was later regained upon her death, after she'd slept straight for a good few days.
"Would you happen to know the best places in camp to take a nice nap?"