We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold
64 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan
There was something special about newleaf, especially after all the snow had melted and the plants began to regrow into their beautiful glory. The joy of new life in the forest that was their home, knowing that the clan had made it through another lean leafbare season, these things made the huntress very happy. With the thick batches of flowers she could now partake in her favorite pastime; flower swimming.
Most cats of her association called it frolicking, but seeing as her tail could be seen bobbing through the top of the plants even as she crouched to stay hidden, she felt it looked more like the fin of a fish poking through the water as it came close to the surface to feed.
Today was about playing, about having fun and warming her pelt under the newleaf sky. If others came to play, or relax, that was fine too. She always had time for company and clan, and if she'd thought she could get away with it she'd have snuck the collective nursery population out to the field to play for awhile. Under her watchful gaze of course. But they weren't her kits, and she had no death wish for angering that many queens so she hadn't.
For some reason, this time around, most of the queens were feisty things. And the nursery was full to bursting with kits. It made her both happy and sad. Happy because it meant the clan would continue to have new warriors to replace the ones that either died or retired to the elder's den, and sad because she'd never have any of her own. Falconstorm and his litter aside. But, she wouldn't think on that. Today was for joy and happiness, not to linger on things that could never be.
Duskpaw stirred from within her nest beside Dunepaw. The freshness that was the newleaf air woke her up long before any of her duties. She was quick to finish her chores and even did so before Dunepaw woke up. From across the camp as she finished clearing the moss from the elder's den, Duskpaw caught sight of her mother and father. For a brief moment she made eye contact, offering them a smile. Lionsong nodded her head as a distant greeting and reminder that she was proud of her.
Duskpaw let the pride that shone in her mother's eyes bury deep within her fur, before returning to her task at paw. With the elder's den clean, Duskpaw allowed herself to have some fun. Her mentor Skyfall had been busy but the she-cat didn't mind. She wasn't in any hurry to be a warrior, it would happen when the time was right.
Flicking her tail as a goodbye to the guard at the camp entrance, Duskpaw let her paws guide her. Familiar tracks that lead to various parts of TreeClan always provided the she-cat comfort. It was nice to know her home like the back of her paw. Picking up her pace she caught the scent of a fellow clanmate, Honeysong. There was a considerable age difference between Duskpaw and the warrioress, but that didn't deter her from seeking her out.
Duskpaw recognized the path to the wildflower clearing. A light giggle escaped her, she wondered if the flowers were in bloom yet. Her mother and father always talked about how they confessed their loved to each other there. For a fleeting moment Duskpaw let the idea of finding a mate bring a blush to her cheek. She had only formed a crush on Stonepaw and she doubted that he even noticed. Doing her best not to dwell on it, Duskpaw made it to the wildflower clearing.
The sight of Honeysong playing in the tall grass, had the ginger and white she-cat longing to do the same. Checking the area for any possible scent of prey, Duskpaw was able to confirm there weren't any. That fact made it easier for her to join Honeysong in this game.
She raced into the grass and caught up with Honeysong and gave a sort of chirping noise to gain the she-cat attention.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Duskpaw asked, as she regained her breath from having just chased after Honeysong.
Justice | 411 | notes: Amber for current and future mentions of Stonepaw ;)