03-30-2018, 11:56 PM
Snowstar When the afternoon air currents mix, we can even touch the stars without fear
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The sickness had overwhelmed them, breathed down its pestilential havoc in a smog of suffocating delirium that had all but demolished the proud, wild people of Windclan. He had watched - helplessly - as countless faces withered with a waning yowl and their burial mounds grew larger with each passing moon. It seemed that the inevitable would lead to their destruction; they would be no more, a forgotten legacy bound for the stars scattered throughout dust and time. Little of it had been spared for mourning those Starclan bound; even less was reserved for these quiet contemplations that he had so desperately craved in these passing days where the hush was haunting, a painful reminder of their numerous casualties. His heart was heavy - lead pulsed throughout his veins as he moved throughout the tangle of brush and dilapidated grass where each stalk gingerly brushed against his ivory whiskers. As he broke through the thicket, the vast range of the moor welcomed the studious sweep of Snowstar's blue, perceptive gaze. To the sky, they rose as to savour the soft cream and orange that decorated this breathtaking vista. Morning approached. Gilded, warm. He closed his eyes with a deep breath relishing within this serene moment before letting it out in a languid exhale. Where the faces of the clan oft greeted him after his morning run, there was an eerie solitude that crept down his spine. Hackles rose, briefly. Tall ears stood alert as he sought even the faintest flicker of life. Snowstar had expected the hearty laughter of Littlestar to come barreling from behind him - there was only the soft song of morning birds as they scattered throughout the skies. He knew then that the lands were painfully desolate, bare. The few surviving cats were licking their wounds, replenishing the stocks of herbs and prey that had been sorely tested this passing season. He would move with determination towards the centre grounds of Windclan where Littlestar had oft held their meetings. There, a stone jutted from the earth like a Gaian forged pedestal and Snowstar stepped upon it with an uncanny confidence; chest pushed forward, stature proud and regal like the leadership he had inherited from his late, beloved father. I failed you once; I won't let it happen again. With an eager yowl, Snowstar sought to gather the remaining inhabitants of Windclan so they could begin to rebuild their crumbled legacy. |
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Jahi