Gathering #2 [Mid-Spring] Feb 25, 2013 1:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Feb 25, 2013 1:39:17 GMT -5
It was promising to be a Newleaf of many changes, Lionstar couldn't help but note as he said his last words to those TreeClanners left behind, murmuring to Nobleheart in particular before departure. ”Keep an eye on things for me.” He mewed to the reliable gray and white tom with the luminous green eyes, briefly aware of Daringheart shifting through the small crowd of invited cats. Both of his younger sisters would be attending the gathering tonight as apprentices – though their mentors had been left behind – and he couldn't have been prouder of them. Besides those two things of note, Lionstar had also selected Littlestep and Foxspirit, the two most recent TreeClan warriors, intending to acknowledge their achievement of reaching warriorhood tonight at the gathering.
With a sharp flick of a dark golden plume, Lionstar's ears shifted slightly to pick up the sound of over a dozen paws following close behind him, the figurehead of TreeClan intending to hold on to his lead despite his thoughts threatening to overwhelm him, to draw him in and allow him to lose focus and simply rely on memory to carry TreeClan to StarClan's Claws. As tempting as it was to let all attentiveness go and slide into that mode of pensiveness usually reserved for quiet moments in the forest or undisturbed peace within his den, Lionstar's gaze sharpened, golden eyes flickering as he caught the mottled array of pelts on either side in his peripherals, conscious of the many bodies all following after him.
It had been a strange Newleaf.
For starters, there were only four Clans in the forest now, and Lionstar, despite feeling completely justified in his refusal to help StoneClan even when asked, couldn't prevent a tiny prickle of guilt in the center of his chest, like a thorn being wedged into his heart that he might as well have fought them himself, for all the contribution he made to their undoing. Sometimes the biggest evil was not aggressive action, but rather standing back and letting it happen. Regardless of the slight weight upon his conscience, Lionstar felt content that he had made the right decision, though a little sympathy went StoneClan's way – wherever they were. He did not believe in all of that heathen Clan business Ravenstar seemed to spew whenever the topic was brought up; but he also did not believe in lying down and taking whatever nature threw at you even though certain measures – no matter how drastic – might be the very thing to save your Clan.
If he had been in Sandstar's position, Lionstar could surmise, stepping through a copse of newly budded trees, that he would have made the same decision as the RainClan leader, had his own Clan been endangered against his control. As leaders they were entrusted to the safety of a hundred cats or more, and sometimes they were forced to do things they did not agree with, like topple one Clan so that four others could survive.
A little while later, Lionstar and the invited cats reached the gatheringplace, a cool newleaf breeze rustling the fur along his throat and shoulders, mane fluffed as the tall, ever impressive spires of StarClan's Claws loomed overhead. Allowing the others to sit or stand where they pleased, Lionstar distanced himself from the group to go and take his place atop the great rock, noting, with a slightly eerie pang in his heart, that they would have more room up there in StoneClan's absence.
For one precarious moment, Lionstar imagined the likely battered and broken StoneClan cats all dashing into the gathering – their passive aggressive resistance to being chased out made all the more effective by showing up in a place meant to hold a fragile peace over them all. Ears pricking forward, Lionstar sat down, golden gaze sweeping the sacred grounds as though he half-expected StoneClan to really show themselves. When no such thing happened, however, he licked the fur along his chest to flatten it down some, grateful that this time around, TreeClan was no longer looking half-starved and weather-beaten.
This newleaf would be a time of healing not just for the forest, but for the cats themselves.
Invited TreeClan Cats: