Post by Firefly on Mar 21, 2019 3:41:11 GMT
Willowhen's tail flicked in interest as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Was something in the grass? Willowhen pondered on what the rustling could be, but remembered that it was a rather windy night, and that it was likely just the wind blowing the grass of the meadows. She followed a small path of flattened grass that some other cat must've flattened, either in a play-fight or by using the route repeatedly. Either way, it was convenient for her tired paws.
Ah, yes, nightfall. The time where she got to sneak away from the crowd and not have to worry about the day-by-day tasks of being a warrior. These old bones of hers, well, they certainly have seen better days. Some cats say she's better off in the elder's den.... but what do they know about her any more than she knows about herself? She'll join the elders when she feels the time is right. For now, she's happy to assist the clan for as long as her body and soul will allow. The silver longhair sighed as another gust of wind swept through her fur. Smelled like newleaf, that was certain. She could never forget that smell. It brought hope, peace, trust, and most of all.... prey, back into the clans.
The snow beneath her paws had visibly begun to melt. Soon, the ponds and lakes will have defrosted. Her whiskers will be tinged with frost no more.... at least, until next leaf-bare. She took a few more steps toward the Mothclan border, knowing exactly where she was going. Keeping an eye on the view of the sky, she continued on into Mothclan territory until she deemed the view of Starclan to be a suitable night's experience. Sometimes, she wished she could have received a prophecy or vision from Starclan in her younger moons, but her dreams were rarely anything special. In a way, this view made up for it, however, and Willowhen gazed up at the stars in awe, despite having seen this particular view many times over. It still never ceased to amaze her, which was probably why she kept coming back.
She closed her eyes, and took a raggedy breath. Thoughts of her young brother, Smolderfury, floated to the top of her mind. Oh, how she wished that she could share her contentedness in life with him. He always seemed so bitter and solitary, if only she knew how to help him...
Ah, yes, nightfall. The time where she got to sneak away from the crowd and not have to worry about the day-by-day tasks of being a warrior. These old bones of hers, well, they certainly have seen better days. Some cats say she's better off in the elder's den.... but what do they know about her any more than she knows about herself? She'll join the elders when she feels the time is right. For now, she's happy to assist the clan for as long as her body and soul will allow. The silver longhair sighed as another gust of wind swept through her fur. Smelled like newleaf, that was certain. She could never forget that smell. It brought hope, peace, trust, and most of all.... prey, back into the clans.
The snow beneath her paws had visibly begun to melt. Soon, the ponds and lakes will have defrosted. Her whiskers will be tinged with frost no more.... at least, until next leaf-bare. She took a few more steps toward the Mothclan border, knowing exactly where she was going. Keeping an eye on the view of the sky, she continued on into Mothclan territory until she deemed the view of Starclan to be a suitable night's experience. Sometimes, she wished she could have received a prophecy or vision from Starclan in her younger moons, but her dreams were rarely anything special. In a way, this view made up for it, however, and Willowhen gazed up at the stars in awe, despite having seen this particular view many times over. It still never ceased to amaze her, which was probably why she kept coming back.
She closed her eyes, and took a raggedy breath. Thoughts of her young brother, Smolderfury, floated to the top of her mind. Oh, how she wished that she could share her contentedness in life with him. He always seemed so bitter and solitary, if only she knew how to help him...
