Dangerous Reconnection [LeopardWind] - Active Mar 2, 2019 20:56:39 GMT -5
Post by Abyss on Mar 2, 2019 20:56:39 GMT -5
Leafbare 28 - The wind has finally subsided, it is mostly sunny outside but still cold.
Some would `call it coincidence that the gentlemanly Apprentice of Treeclan had ended up at the same spot he had met a silent yet sweet young she-cat of Windclan previously. Some would call it a planned action on the young tom's part. Other's would call it fate. In truth, Leopardpaw hadn't meant to end up in this area. It was an unintentional yet welcomed area to accidentally end up in, though. His mentor, Flamelight, had allowed him a little bit of leeway
on this patrol, the ability to wander off a bit from the patrol an opportunity not to miss. Had this been a patrol near the Nightclan border, things would have been different. None of the patrol would have separated. From what he heard of the gathering merely days ago, there was a little bit of tension in the air between the Leaders. One Leader had looked malnourished and had lost one of their clanmates, which in itself was upsetting. On top of that, not only did the Nightclan Leader not show up, but the Deputy spoke for them and glossed over what Nightclan had done to Treeclan. He also heard quite a bit of talk over how Silverstar had made a few witty comments that Nightclan definitely deserved.
As the spotted Apprentice walked forward, he took notice of a particular tree ahead of him, the thoughts of the gathering he had not attended being pushed to the back of his mind. There were many trees in the forest, so it was odd for him to remember a specific one. Yet he knew it. He recognized it. He saw a large branch that curved and bent like that of a snake above him connected to this tree. This tree had been the same one he was standing next to when he saw her. Windpaw. A young she-cat from Lightningclan, and a fellow Apprentice. He recalled their previous meeting in his mind. He remembered how quiet she was, as well as how she more so spoke with her eyes and body language. She had expressed to him her admiration of the wind and of her clan without ever saying it forwardly. It was something Leopardpaw had not encountered before, and it interested him. A brief image flashed in his mind of when he asked about if she liked the wind, a gleam in her green eyes. The wind had began to ruffle and shift her fur at that moment, perfect timing for the moment. In that moment, he had to admit that the expression on her face and the way the wind almost seemed to be summoned to her caught his attention and almost brought forth a kind of respect for the Lightningclan Apprentice.
A smile formed on the tom's face and his tail curled behind him as he walked closer to the tree. He began to walk in a half-circle around the tree when he saw a flash of movement. It had been on the Lightningclan side of the border, though, if he remembered correctly, this land was currently being shared between the two clans anyway. His heart began to beat slightly faster and he couldn't deny that he was hoping that it was what, more like who, he thought it was.
Words: 543 | Ghost the Undead Goddess | Notes: I hope that date is good enough!