Post by Fawn on Jul 26, 2017 16:43:20 GMT -5
Fawnpaw
10 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANA storm was rolling in. The static electricity in the air had caused quite a few yelps and laughs in the apprentices' den - especially when she'd gone to prod Thornpaw in the neck with her nose, to jokingly check him for ticks—and ended up shocking the brown tabby warrior. Ha, and I thought he couldn't be any more jittery than he already is! Fawnpaw was called away for a final border patrol before Thornpaw could enact revenge. Knowing Silentsong's two sons, they'd be so busy tormenting each other, Fawnpaw being the instigator would slip through the cracks.
Thunder growled above them. The sky had yet to split open and start what was promising to be a heavy downpour, but Fawnpaw found herself hurrying along anyway. Everyone, it seemed, was eager to return home. Keeping her steps light, the thin-furred apprentice followed Gorsetail for a while, instinctively gravitating towards a protective authority figure when another thunder-boom struck. "It sounds like StarClan is having quite a battle," she mewed, mostly to shake off some of her own jitters.
Some of the elders had tried to tell her that's what thunder and lightning was. Thunder was the battle yowl of ancient cats, or the roar of LionClan. Lightning was the strikes they made in combat - a flash of claws swiping at their enemies. It was awe-inspiring, but Fawnpaw was almost a warrior now. She knew better! The apprentice's head lifted, and she boldly began to outpace the rest of the patrol now that their border was in sight. It went right to the edge of the mountains, and the strong wind blowing down from the slopes brought back the faint touch of old, old memories.
Of traveling so very far to get here...
Fawnpaw slowed, her expression softened by nostalgia. Those thoughts she tried her best to uncover, to dig up and dust off so she could remember them fully, ended up being the perfect distraction. She didn't notice the arrival of a large, silver-furred cat until he had crowded her peripheral vision.
"TreeClan?" Said the tom, and Fawnpaw's pelt prickled with surprise. "Yes. Who are you?" Even just a quick glance told her this cat was old, older even than most of the elders had been. He was silver to begin with, but the color had faded with age - especially around his muzzle. The eyes, however, had been spared the dulling of maturity; they were pale yellow, but burned like a fever.
Gathering her bearings, Fawnpaw waited for the old cat to speak. He smells so bizarre. Like no Clan cat scent I've ever encountered.
"Is your deputy nearby?" He asked.
Fawnpaw nodded, not taking her eyes off the stranger. The approaching footsteps told her Gorsetail wasn't far behind.
I realized I finally had a family
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