Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 15, 2018 4:15:23 GMT -5
Owlmind
And thus grant you Wisdom, Courage, and Strategy
You're a star, you really are
You're the one shining bright from all the rest in the dark
A champion with nerves of stone
You trained for this since the day you were born
It was cold.
The sharp minded feline did not enjoy Leafbare. Unlike her brother, the gray she-cat had a thin and short cut pelt that fight tightly over her lanky form. Not to mention, the older she got the more she could feel the moons she had lived, the biting chill always seemed to bring that reminder along.
Her previous night as a guard had her sleeping later than usual, her lanky form curled into a tight ball near the center of the Warriors Den, among the other nest of senior warriors. Her long tail, along with a gray paw was covering the top of her short, narrow muzzle. Though the ache within her shoulder from an old battle wound seemed to decide to wake Owlmind from the dreamless sleep that she didn't attempt to hold onto.
Besides, it was time to get up anyways.
Stretching to relieve the irritation of being slept on, Owlmind lowered her front half to spread her toes and flex those curled claws of hers before standing and shaking the remaining sleep from her mind. The senior warrior drew a paw to her maw, giving a quick lick to smooth over her whiskers and ears for a speedy cleaning before making her way from the warmth of the den, out into Lightningclan's camp.
Fantastic. Snow.
The sharp minded feline did not enjoy Leafbare. Unlike her brother, the gray she-cat had a thin and short cut pelt that fight tightly over her lanky form. Not to mention, the older she got the more she could feel the moons she had lived, the biting chill always seemed to bring that reminder along.
Her previous night as a guard had her sleeping later than usual, her lanky form curled into a tight ball near the center of the Warriors Den, among the other nest of senior warriors. Her long tail, along with a gray paw was covering the top of her short, narrow muzzle. Though the ache within her shoulder from an old battle wound seemed to decide to wake Owlmind from the dreamless sleep that she didn't attempt to hold onto.
Besides, it was time to get up anyways.
Stretching to relieve the irritation of being slept on, Owlmind lowered her front half to spread her toes and flex those curled claws of hers before standing and shaking the remaining sleep from her mind. The senior warrior drew a paw to her maw, giving a quick lick to smooth over her whiskers and ears for a speedy cleaning before making her way from the warmth of the den, out into Lightningclan's camp.
Fantastic. Snow.
It seemed to be a slow flurry of the white flakes, though that didn't make it any less better. If it was already snowing then it was bound to get worse.
Padding past the small fresh-kill pile, the lanky feline made a mental reminder to go hunting later.
Amber pools scanned across the clearing to land on the Elder's Den, and a wave of sadness washed over the strategist's heart. Owlmind's former mentor resided there and it seemed as if age had finally begun to creep up on the older tom. While she had excelled through training, the lanky feline had always considered Russetfall to be a cat close to her heart. She often enjoyed taking him a piece of kill, listening to the stories he had from times before Owlmind had been a kit.
His passing would be hard once it was upon them.
The familiar pelt of Firestar caught Owlmind's gaze as the mate of Russetfall and the leader of the clan made her exit from the Elder's Den. Sympathy rumbled within the gray senior warrior's chest, well aware of the hardships Firestar seemed to be having at the moment. Between foxes attacking at the previous Gathering, loosing one of her lives and Russetfall's failing health there seemed to be a lot upon the older leader's shoulders.
"Firestar." Owlmind called out in her soft, raspy voice as she made her way over the older she-cat, the gray feline giving a proper dip of her head for her leader. Once the moment was over, the lanky she-cat lifted her head to fix Firestar with an unreadable liquid amber gaze. As always, the brilliant Lightningclan Warrioress was scanning over her leader, taking mental notes based on deductions.
Though Owlmind figured she needed a shoulder to lean on. There were times when Redscar came to her to vent or to talk when he was under pressure, and he was the deputy.
"How is Russetfall?" Owlmind's near monotoned voice softened as she relaxed her drill instructor like facade to reveal the softer side of the gray feline's personality. The tip of her slim tail brushed softly against her leader's flank in a jester of affection. Owlmind had planned on visiting the elder later on, to bring him one of his favorites from the fresh-kill pile, but since Firestar had already stopped by she would leave the elder to the rest of his day.
Full of pain, full of sweat, full of tears
But never giving up or giving into the fear
A quick breath for the ones you love
Props to the gods as they watch from above
Hellion