Post by Galelight on Aug 2, 2017 15:30:44 GMT -6
Fadingnight ((May my first attempt at this post rest in peace))
Galelight remembered.
He remembered when he first began hearing a more assertive voice in the back of his mind, initially believing it to be a stray line of thought. He remembered meeting Fadingnight when she'd been young, though he had been as well. He remembered meeting Vixenleap, and his own suspicions regarding her. He remembered being proven wrong and gaining a friend in the process. He remembered falling in love. He remembered starting a family. He remembered the despair when they scattered to the winds, when he had given into the muttered violence in his mind. He remembered when he was less than a memory, and he was simply a half-formed thought. He remembered feeling angry and trapped, out of control in a body he felt should belong to him. He remembered breaking free, and relishing in his freedom. He remembered being trapped again and the agonizing despair that had recaptured his mind. It was funny, really.
He remembered being both Sunheart and Moon. Now? He was neither. He was something new. He was Galelight. He supposed Gale was someone else as well, but now he was Galelight: Warrior of Treeclan who no longer believed in the rebel's beliefs. He saw nothing to gain from such a rebellion, nor did he feel right betraying his clan's leadership. Besides, Yellowburr had been rather... Suspicious.
He remembered when his memories had first been knocked out of his head. It was amusing, seeing how his memories returned in a similar manner: He'd hit his head again. His old love Fadingnight had always been more in home amongst the leafy branches above than he ever had. Funny how she was the one who left, and little land-loving him stayed in a clan of cats who mimicked the movements of squirrels. Still, with his memories returned... He remembered his loyalty to the clan and he wasn't going to give it up. He'd never been quite close to the clan, however... He'd had a little bit of a realization. Being something new, he had his own beliefs now. The clan deserved to be protected. All the kittens who could not yet defend themselves, the apprentices whose dreams had yet to be realized, and the warriors who shed blood and sweat for the clan everyday.
Sure, he didn't know really any of them personally... However, he supposed that wasn't the point of it. Not to him, anyways. Heh. If the real problem was that he was out of touch, perhaps he should get back into it. His old friends and family had gone away, except for him picking up trace scent trails of Vixenleap. Perhaps it was time for a fresh start.
First, he had to tie up some loose ends.
He was saddened that some seemed to be out of reach. Vixenleap seemed to be keeping her distance from the rest of the clan, and Galelight wished their friendship could be rekindled. He wasn't the type to run from his past, and as such he wasn't going to burn a bridge that was still strong. Further... He felt perhaps... She needed it as much as he did. It didn't bother him as much as it did Sunheart, but he still felt the ache of loneliness. The presence of a good friend like Vixenleap might've negated that... But... He couldn't seem to find her. She was awfully evasive and skilled at avoiding others when it suited her. He wasn't sure how to feel on the stance that he was one of the ones to be avoided... However, perhaps she simply wanted to avoid his amnesiac self. He supposed it would've hurt talking to him, without him understanding a word of what he meant.
He wondered how hurt... Snowy had been. They'd never been that close, but still. He wondered how she'd ended up outside the clan.
Sunsetshadow was another lost thread that he didn't think he'd be getting back. His daughter had disappeared. He was fairly sure the last cat she'd spoken to with his voice, had been Moon. Which... Perhaps wasn't for the best. He wished he could find her again and get to know her again... Maybe forge a bond that was truly between parent and child rather than the impossibly awkward stilted interactions in the past. He supposed she'd inherited Sunheart's... Lack of social grace later in life. Or perhaps both Fadingnight and Sunheart had contributed in equal parts to Sunsetshadow's loneliness. Alas, she was gone and it was too late to rectify.
However, there was one remaining who wasn't exactly easy to talk to... But he needed to. He needed to speak with Fadingnight with his memories intact and without the screaming rage of Moon getting in the way. It was a bit odd, for the first time in his life being alone in his head.... But he supposed it was clearer. Besides, he was... Well, he remembered being Moon as much as he remembered being Sunheart, so it'd be a bit odd having Moon in his head.
This desire to speak to... Starry... At least one more time led him to the Sun Stones, which served as a border between Fireclan and Treeclan. However, as he walked along several fox-lengths from the actual scent line, he made sure to avoid the rocks. In the heat of summer, snakes could be lurking around those alluring sunbathing spots. He had no intention of being bitten without the guarantee of a conversation with the amber-eyed silver tabby he was looking to speak to.
Galelight remembered.
He remembered when he first began hearing a more assertive voice in the back of his mind, initially believing it to be a stray line of thought. He remembered meeting Fadingnight when she'd been young, though he had been as well. He remembered meeting Vixenleap, and his own suspicions regarding her. He remembered being proven wrong and gaining a friend in the process. He remembered falling in love. He remembered starting a family. He remembered the despair when they scattered to the winds, when he had given into the muttered violence in his mind. He remembered when he was less than a memory, and he was simply a half-formed thought. He remembered feeling angry and trapped, out of control in a body he felt should belong to him. He remembered breaking free, and relishing in his freedom. He remembered being trapped again and the agonizing despair that had recaptured his mind. It was funny, really.
He remembered being both Sunheart and Moon. Now? He was neither. He was something new. He was Galelight. He supposed Gale was someone else as well, but now he was Galelight: Warrior of Treeclan who no longer believed in the rebel's beliefs. He saw nothing to gain from such a rebellion, nor did he feel right betraying his clan's leadership. Besides, Yellowburr had been rather... Suspicious.
He remembered when his memories had first been knocked out of his head. It was amusing, seeing how his memories returned in a similar manner: He'd hit his head again. His old love Fadingnight had always been more in home amongst the leafy branches above than he ever had. Funny how she was the one who left, and little land-loving him stayed in a clan of cats who mimicked the movements of squirrels. Still, with his memories returned... He remembered his loyalty to the clan and he wasn't going to give it up. He'd never been quite close to the clan, however... He'd had a little bit of a realization. Being something new, he had his own beliefs now. The clan deserved to be protected. All the kittens who could not yet defend themselves, the apprentices whose dreams had yet to be realized, and the warriors who shed blood and sweat for the clan everyday.
Sure, he didn't know really any of them personally... However, he supposed that wasn't the point of it. Not to him, anyways. Heh. If the real problem was that he was out of touch, perhaps he should get back into it. His old friends and family had gone away, except for him picking up trace scent trails of Vixenleap. Perhaps it was time for a fresh start.
First, he had to tie up some loose ends.
He was saddened that some seemed to be out of reach. Vixenleap seemed to be keeping her distance from the rest of the clan, and Galelight wished their friendship could be rekindled. He wasn't the type to run from his past, and as such he wasn't going to burn a bridge that was still strong. Further... He felt perhaps... She needed it as much as he did. It didn't bother him as much as it did Sunheart, but he still felt the ache of loneliness. The presence of a good friend like Vixenleap might've negated that... But... He couldn't seem to find her. She was awfully evasive and skilled at avoiding others when it suited her. He wasn't sure how to feel on the stance that he was one of the ones to be avoided... However, perhaps she simply wanted to avoid his amnesiac self. He supposed it would've hurt talking to him, without him understanding a word of what he meant.
He wondered how hurt... Snowy had been. They'd never been that close, but still. He wondered how she'd ended up outside the clan.
Sunsetshadow was another lost thread that he didn't think he'd be getting back. His daughter had disappeared. He was fairly sure the last cat she'd spoken to with his voice, had been Moon. Which... Perhaps wasn't for the best. He wished he could find her again and get to know her again... Maybe forge a bond that was truly between parent and child rather than the impossibly awkward stilted interactions in the past. He supposed she'd inherited Sunheart's... Lack of social grace later in life. Or perhaps both Fadingnight and Sunheart had contributed in equal parts to Sunsetshadow's loneliness. Alas, she was gone and it was too late to rectify.
However, there was one remaining who wasn't exactly easy to talk to... But he needed to. He needed to speak with Fadingnight with his memories intact and without the screaming rage of Moon getting in the way. It was a bit odd, for the first time in his life being alone in his head.... But he supposed it was clearer. Besides, he was... Well, he remembered being Moon as much as he remembered being Sunheart, so it'd be a bit odd having Moon in his head.
This desire to speak to... Starry... At least one more time led him to the Sun Stones, which served as a border between Fireclan and Treeclan. However, as he walked along several fox-lengths from the actual scent line, he made sure to avoid the rocks. In the heat of summer, snakes could be lurking around those alluring sunbathing spots. He had no intention of being bitten without the guarantee of a conversation with the amber-eyed silver tabby he was looking to speak to.
