Post by Phoenix on Jul 17, 2014 21:29:14 GMT -5
SETTLE DOWN, IT'LL ALL BE CLEAR
Light blue eyes regarded their reflection in the river, watching as the image rippled and flowed with the waves. The morning sunlight glinted off the water, occasionally blinding him for a moment when the light struck a wave at just the right angle. He had woken up feeling more contemplative than he had in quite a while, and in one of those rare instances where he did not search for patrol or similar duty to keep him occupied, he had quietly slipped out of camp to be alone with his thoughts. Although his gaze rested on his own, very familiar features, it seemed to see without actually seeing.
In his mind’s eye, it was many moons ago – 18, to be exact – and he sat on what he now recognized as RainClan’s border, limbs heavy with weariness and shoulders carrying a burden far too heavy for a kit of only 3 moons. It was not often that he wandered so far down memory lane, but since the day seemed to call for the occasion, he could hardly refuse. And so he travelled, remembering the stormy nights when Swanfeather would settle down around his trembling form and offer the warmth and comfort that he feared losing; his first, anxiety-ridden attempts at keeping himself afloat in the water, knowing full well that he could hardly be a RainClan warrior if he couldn’t swim; long days training hard under the hot sun and the watchful gaze of Duckflight; and finally, finally, stepping up to the River Stone with his chest bursting with pride, ready to become a full-fledged member of his clan. RainClan was truly his home. But when he realized it, everything seemed to jolt to a halt, and emotion collected in his throat.
He could not remember what she looked like.
His leisurely strolling became frantic, and he froze as he stared at himself. Blood rushed from his face, and a shiver of something like despair raced down his spine. Had she had blue eyes like him? What had her voice sounded like? He could not remember. When he thought of the gentle rasp of a sandpaper tongue down his back, was that a memory of her or was it one of Swanfeather reassuring him in his very first, terrifying days as a RainClan cat? What had he called her? The name jumped to the tip of his tongue, summoned by his growing anxiety as he struggled to recollect memories that time had dulled. Oh yes. Mama. But what had she called him? What had been his name before he was Bravekit?
He could not remember. Everything had faded. Bravebird sat back on his haunches, breaking eye contact with his reflection as he raised his gaze to stare off into RainClan territory. This clan was his home. Swanfeather, for all intents and purposes, was his mother. He was a full RainClan warrior in all but blood. He had friends, close ones with whom he had traveled through thick and thin. He had moved on, made a new life for himself. So why did he suddenly find himself questioning if it was worth it?
In his mind’s eye, it was many moons ago – 18, to be exact – and he sat on what he now recognized as RainClan’s border, limbs heavy with weariness and shoulders carrying a burden far too heavy for a kit of only 3 moons. It was not often that he wandered so far down memory lane, but since the day seemed to call for the occasion, he could hardly refuse. And so he travelled, remembering the stormy nights when Swanfeather would settle down around his trembling form and offer the warmth and comfort that he feared losing; his first, anxiety-ridden attempts at keeping himself afloat in the water, knowing full well that he could hardly be a RainClan warrior if he couldn’t swim; long days training hard under the hot sun and the watchful gaze of Duckflight; and finally, finally, stepping up to the River Stone with his chest bursting with pride, ready to become a full-fledged member of his clan. RainClan was truly his home. But when he realized it, everything seemed to jolt to a halt, and emotion collected in his throat.
He could not remember what she looked like.
His leisurely strolling became frantic, and he froze as he stared at himself. Blood rushed from his face, and a shiver of something like despair raced down his spine. Had she had blue eyes like him? What had her voice sounded like? He could not remember. When he thought of the gentle rasp of a sandpaper tongue down his back, was that a memory of her or was it one of Swanfeather reassuring him in his very first, terrifying days as a RainClan cat? What had he called her? The name jumped to the tip of his tongue, summoned by his growing anxiety as he struggled to recollect memories that time had dulled. Oh yes. Mama. But what had she called him? What had been his name before he was Bravekit?
He could not remember. Everything had faded. Bravebird sat back on his haunches, breaking eye contact with his reflection as he raised his gaze to stare off into RainClan territory. This clan was his home. Swanfeather, for all intents and purposes, was his mother. He was a full RainClan warrior in all but blood. He had friends, close ones with whom he had traveled through thick and thin. He had moved on, made a new life for himself. So why did he suddenly find himself questioning if it was worth it?
Bravebird | RainClan | Warrior | Home - Phillip Phillips
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