Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 13:25:52 GMT -5
The heavy rainfall had kept many of NightClan's warriors within the cavernous shelter of their camp. But, as it were, Featherpaw was no warrior. Though the water dripped off of her silvery fur, darkening it several shades, the rain wasn't particularly cold. A fair contrast, she mused, from the bitter leafbare that had claimed so many lives. Still, she did not linger on the lives lost. Their spirits were among the stars now, and, lo, it was a merciful conclusion to a spectacularly unforgiving life.Character; Featherpaw
The plume of her tail brushed against the needles that littered the earth beneath the pines, rustling them slightly as her paws fell soft upon the path that she'd hardly chosen for herself. She didn't have a destination, but instead meandered through the trees. There was a certain weight to being medicine cat. She was a healer, a counselor, and the link between her clan and the starry spirits of their ancestors. But it did little to hinder her. She was rather cut out for the life, it would seem. The stars seemed to favor her enough to help her on her way, guiding her gentle pawsteps where they'd lead no other.
Though she felt calm, her thoughts drifted to more troubling aspects of her role. She knew of Ravenstar's strength in leadership, but also of her harshness, of her arrogant moves against the other clans, and of her bitterness towards them. She'd swelled in power, become bloated with it. Featherpaw thought fondly of her late mentor, but couldn't help but feel that Smokefur had allowed her older sister to slip too easily in to the throes of power. She'd grown to disregard the warrior code, to take authority in to her own claws. Making tactically unwise decisions that put all of NightClan at risk. Even now, she'd yet to become familiar with her young medicine cat. Her ancient mentors had taught her that the relationship between a leader and her medicine cat should be close and respectful. They should work alongside each other, especially when it came to making decisions in leadership.
Featherpaw flicked the tip of her tail thoughtfully. Littlecloud also told me that NightClan has long struggled with leaders disregarding the stars, she remembered. Perhaps it was a matter she must cultivate on her own, something she needed to handle with care. The past isn't irrelevant, but it decides little about our future. That is up to ourselves and the stars.
The downpour continued, Featherpaw padding calmly through the sheets of rain.
Word count; 420 (lol blaze it)
Notes; the end