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Post by Wildheart on Nov 4, 2012 21:13:16 GMT -6
My non-existent breath puffed out in white clouds. I sat overlooking my clan, Iceclan, my home. "Oh how much you've changed my friend" I whispered, closing my eyes smiling as i thought about all of the moments i had spent in the walls of that camp, the years i had spent roaming the territory. I knew it like the back of my paw and could walk it blind if need be.
I thought back to my first steps into Iceclan. My apprentice ceremony, than my warrior ceremony where i was named Wildheart. I wore that name with pride as i still did to this day. Soon after that, my first litter of kits. Moonpelt's kits The thought of my first and only mate's name left a twisted pang of sadness in my stomach. The news of his death had been hard, and confusing, i honestly still didn't really get the details of it. That didn't matter anymore i suppose, the past was the past. And that is unchangeable.
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Post by Peachwing on Nov 5, 2012 23:39:22 GMT -6
Everyone thought that Cloudclan would be a blessing after death. No more war, hunger, illness. But none knew the loneliness of the grounds of Cloudclan. Peachwing had roamed, alone, long enough to be used to the never ending silence. But some of the newcomers had problems with it.
Once every so often Peachwing would catch sight of another spirit, roaming the territories of Cloudclan. Sometimes she could recognize them, sometimes she could not. But it never mattered. She enjoyed the company of all of her fellow spirits.
In the distance she could spot the -insertwildheart'speltcolor- pelt of a she-cat. As she got closer, it was obvious it was a former Iceclan member. The thick pelt was one of the biggest giveaways, but there was also the fact that she was watching over Iceclan. A pang of pity hit her, and Peachwing couldn't tell why she felt like this.
"Hard watching over the living, isn't it?" She meowed cooly, sitting a couple tail-lengths from Wildheart.
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 6, 2012 7:16:58 GMT -6
I merrowed a small laugh "Sometimes yes, but i think for the most part it's... interesting. Did we make the same dumb mistakes when we were alive?" I asked, standing up to stretch and shake out my long earthy hued pelt. Most of the colors we're pretty close to each other and blended smoothly, aside from the light creamy white that colored my muzzle and chest sticking out finely amongst the darker, dingier colors. My ice blue eyes gazed over at the she-cat who approached me, trying to figure out if i knew her. I very easily could have for as long as i had lived.
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Post by Peachwing on Nov 6, 2012 14:27:43 GMT -6
"I believe everyone is dumb as a kit, and as an apprentice. But we all make foolish moves throughout our entire lives. I know I did." Peachwing began to think of the days for when she lived. Those wild, wild days. It was odd how such events could be forgotten so easily throughout the generations.
Peachwing got to her paws, looking around for any signs of prey. She hadn't actually gone on a hunt with anyone in so many moons. "Care for a hunt?" She turned to look at Wildheart, tilting her head to the side. She did not know this cat, not well anyway, but alliances were easily crafted, especially in Cloudclan.
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