Post by Broadwaykat on May 26, 2019 22:29:28 GMT
It was a strange position for Shadowfall to have found himself in. Always he had wanted to serve his Tribe to the best of his abilities. Since he had been a kit, he had known that he would be a fighter - a defend of those who couldn't defend for themselves. Even then, he had failed some of those closest to him - his family, his mate...his kits. As far behind him in the past as that was, he had always taken it for granted that he would die by the claw and one day join them.
But with the destruction of their lands, the world had turned, quite literally, on it's head. They had abandoned their ceremonial hunting ground. For a good long while, they had been leaderless. And it was his thoughts - his dreams - that had lead them to a new life. If you'd have told the young father Shadow of Fallen Leaves that he would one day act not as Healer, but as a Medicine Cat - a CLAN Medicine Cat at that - he'd half laughed heartily and told you to pull the other one. He was a cat of the earth, and a fighter - he didn't speak for the heavens.
At least, he hadn't.
Now, he wasn't so sure. Cats both unfamiliar and old friends long lost seemed to pad freely through his dreams now, guiding his paws and telling him what he needed to do and where to go. His life was less his own than he had been. He hadn't even really had a say in the cat he was allowed to pick as his apprentice; as while he would have gladly picked from one of the find young apprentices in their stock, he was instead faced with training a strange, wide-set stranger, whose very scent and strangeness had set his fur on edge from the moment he had laid eyes on him.
"Come along then, Snakeleap - I don't know why it's taking you so long to follow, seeing as I'd think you'd be more familiar with territory around here." He griped as he weaved through the white-barked trees in search of the clearing in which he hoped to mark today's training with. The need to stretch his legs and hone his claws had all but driven him mad the last few moons when they had been focused simply on clinging to life and then regaining their strength from their starvation and journey - but now that he was feeling about as close to his old self as he was ever going to get, it was time to put his newest apprentice to a bit of a challenge.
And no matter what the cats of Starclan, and his Ancestors, may have thought; he was going to do it his way for once.
(M'Lady)
But with the destruction of their lands, the world had turned, quite literally, on it's head. They had abandoned their ceremonial hunting ground. For a good long while, they had been leaderless. And it was his thoughts - his dreams - that had lead them to a new life. If you'd have told the young father Shadow of Fallen Leaves that he would one day act not as Healer, but as a Medicine Cat - a CLAN Medicine Cat at that - he'd half laughed heartily and told you to pull the other one. He was a cat of the earth, and a fighter - he didn't speak for the heavens.
At least, he hadn't.
Now, he wasn't so sure. Cats both unfamiliar and old friends long lost seemed to pad freely through his dreams now, guiding his paws and telling him what he needed to do and where to go. His life was less his own than he had been. He hadn't even really had a say in the cat he was allowed to pick as his apprentice; as while he would have gladly picked from one of the find young apprentices in their stock, he was instead faced with training a strange, wide-set stranger, whose very scent and strangeness had set his fur on edge from the moment he had laid eyes on him.
"Come along then, Snakeleap - I don't know why it's taking you so long to follow, seeing as I'd think you'd be more familiar with territory around here." He griped as he weaved through the white-barked trees in search of the clearing in which he hoped to mark today's training with. The need to stretch his legs and hone his claws had all but driven him mad the last few moons when they had been focused simply on clinging to life and then regaining their strength from their starvation and journey - but now that he was feeling about as close to his old self as he was ever going to get, it was time to put his newest apprentice to a bit of a challenge.
And no matter what the cats of Starclan, and his Ancestors, may have thought; he was going to do it his way for once.
(M'Lady)