Post by Moonpool on Sept 11, 2016 8:37:38 GMT -6
(Why am I attempting to revive Moonpool as a character? idkkkk man someone come talk to this sleping cat)
Greenleaf was ending. Moonpool could feel it in the wind, in the air. The days slowly became cooler and a few trees had leaves showed signs of color. With the end of the hot season, came the brief period of Leaf-Fall that was the elder's personal favorite season. The air was always crisp, the temperature not too cold where it made his bones ache but not to warm where it was unbearable, and the colors in the forest were beautiful. Moonpool sighed as he remembered back dozens of moons when he was a young warrior, his hunting was always best among the colors of Leaf-Bare...always outshining Rainfeather in silly competitions. Oranges and browns did his camouflaging skills justice.
Moonpool frowned as he thought of his old friend. Maybe I should visit the burial sites soon... he thought as he looked up at the blue sky. A tradition somewhat lost with the change of generations...cats used to visit and remember the burial sites of their fallen clan-mates much more. Now it is only done by a select few on occasion in times of mourning. Moonpool stood up slowly, his legs a tad shaky as he took a moment to get his balance back. He glanced at the camp entrance reluctantly before exiting camp.
The older and more frail he got, the harder this journey became. After a slow and tiring walk thought the territory he got to the place he was looking for. An old willow tree, a dozen or so fox-lengths from the Iceclan boarder. Most cats were not buried this far out, but most of Moonpool's loved ones were put here upon his request. He looked at the tree, now half dead after a storm a few years ago took it down. It was regrowing in it's own way though, pat of the truck splintered to show a smaller tree growing from it's center. Moonpool could only picture in his memory how many times he and Rainfeather had sat on the largest branch of the tree and how many times he had come here with his sister, arguing about one thing or the other only to settle it by a climbing race.
His eyes softened as he trailed his tail across the ground every few steps. Rainfeather...Ashfang...Littlepool...Sunkit.... Names went on of which of his friends, children, and lovers shared the same resting place. "I miss you all...I hope you forgive me for not visiting sooner...I have been very ill in strenght and in mind" he murmured as he brushed a few leaves off of piles of pebbles that had been placed around this place by himself for years. Moonpool smiled as his paw brushed one of the larger, smooth stones and he yawned slightly before laying down and drifting off to sleep beneath the fallen tree.
Greenleaf was ending. Moonpool could feel it in the wind, in the air. The days slowly became cooler and a few trees had leaves showed signs of color. With the end of the hot season, came the brief period of Leaf-Fall that was the elder's personal favorite season. The air was always crisp, the temperature not too cold where it made his bones ache but not to warm where it was unbearable, and the colors in the forest were beautiful. Moonpool sighed as he remembered back dozens of moons when he was a young warrior, his hunting was always best among the colors of Leaf-Bare...always outshining Rainfeather in silly competitions. Oranges and browns did his camouflaging skills justice.
Moonpool frowned as he thought of his old friend. Maybe I should visit the burial sites soon... he thought as he looked up at the blue sky. A tradition somewhat lost with the change of generations...cats used to visit and remember the burial sites of their fallen clan-mates much more. Now it is only done by a select few on occasion in times of mourning. Moonpool stood up slowly, his legs a tad shaky as he took a moment to get his balance back. He glanced at the camp entrance reluctantly before exiting camp.
The older and more frail he got, the harder this journey became. After a slow and tiring walk thought the territory he got to the place he was looking for. An old willow tree, a dozen or so fox-lengths from the Iceclan boarder. Most cats were not buried this far out, but most of Moonpool's loved ones were put here upon his request. He looked at the tree, now half dead after a storm a few years ago took it down. It was regrowing in it's own way though, pat of the truck splintered to show a smaller tree growing from it's center. Moonpool could only picture in his memory how many times he and Rainfeather had sat on the largest branch of the tree and how many times he had come here with his sister, arguing about one thing or the other only to settle it by a climbing race.
His eyes softened as he trailed his tail across the ground every few steps. Rainfeather...Ashfang...Littlepool...Sunkit.... Names went on of which of his friends, children, and lovers shared the same resting place. "I miss you all...I hope you forgive me for not visiting sooner...I have been very ill in strenght and in mind" he murmured as he brushed a few leaves off of piles of pebbles that had been placed around this place by himself for years. Moonpool smiled as his paw brushed one of the larger, smooth stones and he yawned slightly before laying down and drifting off to sleep beneath the fallen tree.
