Post by Waspwing on Mar 30, 2016 14:44:10 GMT -6
Waspwing had grown used to the quiet lands of Cloudclan over the past several seasons. He missed being alive, of course, but being a spirit here did have perks. His leg was no longer twisted and nonfunctional. He had returned to some of his youth, feeling energetic and strong again. He felt like the warrior he had been shortly before being Treeclan's Medicine Cat. For months at a time he would hunt prey or wander the odd, yet beautiful, forests of Cloudclan. This forest in particular was his favorite. Different enough to explore, but homely enough to be comfortable.
However today he felt no comfort, no ease, no joy to be in a constantly peaceful land. His Clan was going through a crisis. He knew it, too. He could see the yowls of terror and pain in his sleep. He knew others in this land watched, too. Everyone always watched the living. Family and friends left behind. Descendants to watch with an amused grin or amazed wonder. He personally watched over his old Medicine Den frequently. He enjoyed Liongrowl's work. The tom was friendly, more so than Waspwing himself had ever been, but did good work. Grayshade, who only lasted a short time in Treeclan, had gone to Fireclan. He didn't mind her abandonment of Treeclan. Heck, he would have too if he had to deal with some of those old cats any longer. And finally Spottedwillow...he dare not mention his feelings of her.
But, that did not matter today. Waspwing walked to a small pond at the edge of the misty forest. The pond never froze over or dried up. It reminded him of the Shimmering Rocks, if they were to melt down into the form of a pond. It was magical and peaceful, and he often looked at the mortal Clans as if looking into a crystal ball. He had invited several others spirits to join him, to speak of the current crisis in Treeclan. Two-legs, after the avalanche in Iceclan, were invading one of the Treeclan borders. Waspwing, like any well adjusted spirit, knew of the dangers this was about to unfold, and wished to share his thoughts with his old Clan-mates and ancestors to see what they thought. Perhaps, even, they could warn the Clan in a way.
(Treeclan spirits only please)
However today he felt no comfort, no ease, no joy to be in a constantly peaceful land. His Clan was going through a crisis. He knew it, too. He could see the yowls of terror and pain in his sleep. He knew others in this land watched, too. Everyone always watched the living. Family and friends left behind. Descendants to watch with an amused grin or amazed wonder. He personally watched over his old Medicine Den frequently. He enjoyed Liongrowl's work. The tom was friendly, more so than Waspwing himself had ever been, but did good work. Grayshade, who only lasted a short time in Treeclan, had gone to Fireclan. He didn't mind her abandonment of Treeclan. Heck, he would have too if he had to deal with some of those old cats any longer. And finally Spottedwillow...he dare not mention his feelings of her.
But, that did not matter today. Waspwing walked to a small pond at the edge of the misty forest. The pond never froze over or dried up. It reminded him of the Shimmering Rocks, if they were to melt down into the form of a pond. It was magical and peaceful, and he often looked at the mortal Clans as if looking into a crystal ball. He had invited several others spirits to join him, to speak of the current crisis in Treeclan. Two-legs, after the avalanche in Iceclan, were invading one of the Treeclan borders. Waspwing, like any well adjusted spirit, knew of the dangers this was about to unfold, and wished to share his thoughts with his old Clan-mates and ancestors to see what they thought. Perhaps, even, they could warn the Clan in a way.
(Treeclan spirits only please)
