Post by Justice on Feb 4, 2018 16:12:33 GMT -5
SiLverStaR
31 Moons RainClan Tom
He'd waited so long for the waters to freeze here. It was his favorite place to come, the best place for him to renew his love affair with leafbare and her still beauty. He had always enjoyed the snow, the cold and the frozen waters, the perfect stillness offered by leafbare nights and the biting reminder in the cold winds for cats to respect her splendor. Leafbare was a time for the valley to rest, but for Silverstar, it was a time for him to see the great love of his life. No she-cat had ever compared to the beauty of leafbare, and it was likely no she-cat ever would. Which was why he was so free with his favors, falling in and out of love quickly and easily. He was always kind, always amiable towards them, but he'd never be their mate.
He saw his breath in the air, a puff escaping him every time he exhaled and could only grin like a fool. Being leader was rough on him. He was not one prone to violence, and didn't want to be forced to war. He wanted to heal his clan, to do as StarClan asked of him; lead them well and see them whole. Fighting the other clans ran counterproductive to that goal. Some may find the thought of avoiding conflict wherever he could as cowardly, he thought if it more as a strategic placement. If his clan was what he concentrated on, then they would get stronger. Fighting outside the clan didn't strengthen it, it only caused loss of life and weakened them further. So no matter how he was prodded on the matter, RainClan would not be making war anytime soon. United against a common enemy, a common hatred, was not something he was going to deal with.
But that was a thought for another time. Now, just now, he wanted to feel the cold under his paws. His long limbs and delicate build may have made him seem feminine, but they also gave him an advantage he adored. He could move across ice like he was walking, never slid and never fell. As paws touched the ice he extended his claws just slightly and propelled himself forward, using slight touches of claws to ice whenever he needed to adjust his path. The pond was small but that didn't matter. He felt joy, felt free, for the first time since he'd been chosen as Deputy of RainClan. Beyond this frozen paradise lied responsibility and duty as leader, lied the expectations of his clan and the needs of the many over his own. They could wait. For now, this time was his.
The future lies before you, like freshly fallen snow
Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show
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Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show
author unknown
Notes : Silverstar isn't far from camp. Anyone passing by could probably see him.