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Post by Taxx on May 22, 2019 14:52:15 GMT -5
Finchcloud So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Trotting along next to Zephyrfang, Finchcloud pushed through the bushes into the clearing just behind Yewfang. His former apprentice settled down there, looking decidedly unwilling to interact with anyone else, but Finchcloud wasn't so keen on just watching. It was always exciting going to a Gathering, even if this one was marred by the memory of the attack on Gorsetail. He hadn't been there, but he was rather glad for that; he'd been horrified at the state the older tom had been in on his return to camp. That he was still alive was amazing.
Stupid NightClan. It wasn't that he didn't like Pumafang (though if he were honest the massive black cat made him nervous) it was that he hadn't expected the change and seeing him walking beside Lionstar, knowing that suddenly it wasn't Gorsetail who would follow in Lionstar's pawsteps but Pumafang, made him suddenly anxious for what the future held. Made him realize that things changed, whether you wanted them to or not.
Sitting down with a bump, Finchcloud curled his tail around his paws and glanced up at the leaders' rock, and then he noticed the familiar form of Skyteller with a small band of Tribe cats with him. "Zephyrfang, look! The Tribe's here!" Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE Fawn
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Post by Fawn on May 28, 2019 10:38:52 GMT -5
76 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan The tawny warrior watched with something like mildly piqued curiosity as the Tribe arrived at the Gathering. It was a tiny group, by Clan cat standards, and Zephyrfang immediately sized them up. So the big one's the leader, he thought, watching the one they called Skyteller circle closer to the great rock. Some had scars, some didn't; some even looked like former Clan cats, though Zephyrfang wasn't the best with names and didn't pretend to be.
He didn't really care what the other Clans were doing. They were living their lives, and he was living his. His world, as had been repeatedly stated, revolved around Silentsong, their kits, and her happiness. Oh and TreeClan, to a degree. Bored already with the Tribe's arrival, Zephyrfang yawned, swinging his tiger-striped head around to look at his ginger-coated son.
"You should meet them. Mingle. Maybe someone will catch your eye," Zephyrfang chuckled through a purr, encouraging his son with a solid nudge with his shoulder. "I met Silentsong for the first time, at this place. Better atmosphere. It was just us and the stars." Sentimental only when it came to his mate, Zephyrfang purred harder, recalling with perfect clarity the way the light had hit Silentsong's pelt, bounced off her eyes and struck him straight in the heart.
"Guess this is a lucky place," he said. If it weren't for Finchcloud's presence, Zephyrfang would have turned around and gone home to Silentsong instead. He'd rather curl up with her, feeling her fur brushing against his, than sit around listening to old cats repeat themselves. He didn't need any more luck.
He already had everything he wanted.
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Post by Taxx on Jun 16, 2019 15:19:32 GMT -5
Finchcloud So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Finchcloud was caught off guard by the nudge, and he looked back over his shoulder at his father at the encouragement. "I don't think that's a good idea, though, dad. They live so far away- and shouldn't I look for someone in TreeClan?" He knew Zephyrfang didn't put any stock in the idea of the Clans' rules against cats in different Clans mixing, but that was how they did things. He might admire the Tribe for their ways, but he wasn't very sure about actually pursuing one with the hope to one day be mates.
His ears perked again at the mention of his mother, and the first time Zephyrfang had met her. He and Thornheart had heard the story several times over the course of their lives, but Finchcloud had no problem listening to it one more time. "What was it like?" he asked, turning back to his father and giving the older tom his full attention. The way he made it sound- just them and the stars- made it sound so immediately perfect. Just like Finchcloud still imagined like it would be when he found that perfect she-cat. "When you saw her, for the first time, and you just knew. Do you think she felt the same way?" Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jun 22, 2019 19:50:48 GMT -5
76 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan "You can look anyplace you want, Finchcloud. Borders don't mean anything when it comes to the right cat." The tawny warrior chuckled, the gleam in his eye full of vigor and mischief of memories relived. "You're telling me you'd let a scentline stand between you and the cat you're destined to be with?" Zephyrfang knocked his shoulder against his son's, heavy brown stripes swallowed up by dense ginger. "Your mother and I didn't raise a quitter."
Thoughts of the beautiful tortoiseshell queen with the vivid green eyes floated through Zephyrfang's mind like fireflies, each one accompanied by an almost lazy glow of warmth that slipped right into his blood. "Your mother was the most beautiful cat I'd ever seen. Still is. I came on strong, but I couldn't help it. She was all shy and flustered, but she smiled at me like I'd just made her night." The tom purr was unbidden, not caring who heard him or if he was too loud for others to enjoy a conversation amongst themselves.
He looked incredibly contented with himself - and the way his life had turned out. It was full of blessings, and he counted them each morning from the supreme comfort of the nest he shared with Silentsong. Zephyrfang's smile was crooked, an old spark of fierceness in his tone when he spoke next, "her name used to be Brokensong, you know. Something her mother called her, a broken little song bird. I couldn't stand what that said about her. Your mother's never been broken, Finchcloud, and I wasn't going to have her kits or anyone else thinking she was."
So Silentsong she had become, and that predatory need to squash anything that harmed her - whether it was a negative word or a raised claw - had eased, sated with this outcome. He'd told his boys all about it in the past, but it always bore repeating.
There was a lesson there. Fight for the ones you love, even if it's something everyone else brushes off as a small grievance or 'just the way things are'.
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Post by Taxx on Jun 30, 2019 19:11:22 GMT -5
Finchcloud So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Would he? He felt torn over that- part of him wanted to say no, but he didn't want to do anything that would upset Lionstar, and cross-Clan relationships were frowned on. Besides... being in two different Clans would be hard. He would want to be able to visit his mate anytime, without having to worry about anyone disapproving. What if she had kits? He didn't think he'd be able to stand not being there to watch them grow up. Which meant either he, or his mate, would have to join a different Clan. Would Lionstar even allow it?
Pushing those thoughts out of his mind for the moment, Finchcloud fixed his gaze on his father, watching the play of emotion across the older tom's face and seeing the deep love he showed so clearly for the she-cat who was his mate and the mother of his kits. He loved knowing just how much Zephyrfang cared for Silentsong, loved knowing that unlike some toms, who were content to stand back and let the she-cat do all the raising, Zephyrfang would always be right at Silentsong's side.
He'd heard from the elders, when he'd been younger, that his mother's name had been Brokensong before, and his lip curled at the thought. Mute, yes, but not broken. "You were lucky to find each other," he replied, and then grinned, mischief lighting up his eyes. "And lucky to have us!" He glanced away, back toward the Tribe cats. "Do you think I could ever find someone like that?" His attempt with Amberwing, which still stung if he thought about it too hard, had gone horribly. "What if I find someone who isn't a TreeClan cat? Would you and Mother really be okay with that?" Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jul 3, 2019 20:05:57 GMT -5
76 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan "I don't care who you pick or where she's from," Zephyrfang stated. "Bring her into the Clan, or go to hers. Your mother and I would understand." Zephyrfang turned the full force of his intense gaze upon his son, swallowing up Finchcloud's earnest expression with an intent stare. When he spoke, it was with vehemence, and from a place that housed the same passion he felt for Silentsong. "When you find someone you'd destroy the whole world for, or build a whole world for, you don't let them go. Even if that means sacrifice. Even if that means being selfish and not giving a rat's tail about what anyone else wants."
Zephyrfang's eyes were full of memory, sharp and poignant; the first night he met the love of his life, the forest fire, the way grief had consumed her at her father's death, and the way he had insisted he join TreeClan to be by her side. Now and forever. Lionstar had seen the expression on the young Zephyrfang's face, and he had seen the way Silentsong had looked at him in return; either Zephyrfang joined, or Silentsong left.
Even if Lionstar had forbidden it, nothing short of an intervention from some higher power would stop Zephyrfang from being there for her - no matter how many times he was chased from TreeClan soil. If she had chosen to go with him, then he would have spent the rest of his days making the rest of her days as stressfree and memorable as possible. She would want for nothing, and nothing would have gotten in his way.
"and Finchcloud," added the tawny warrior, a gleam in his eye. "If she's the one you're meant to be with, then she's going to be willing to sacrifice as much as you are. Love isn't one-sided. You don't deserve anything less than what your mom and I have."
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Post by Taxx on Aug 5, 2019 12:41:15 GMT -5
TREECLAN WARRIOR FINCHCLOUD Got that sunshine in my heart Finchcloud knew his father's views on Clan ways were lax- he did his part, but he never would have joined if it hadn't been for Silentsong. The she-cat was the thing that had drawn him to TreeClan, and quite possibly was the only thing that kept him here. He didn't seem to care much for all the rules- merely did what was necessary to keep his place in the Clan.
Finchcloud wanted something like what his parents had... he just wasn't sure how to go about it. Maybe he had to do what Zephyrfang had done- go out and look for someone. Stop waiting for them to just appear. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied, and then leaned his weight against his father, resting his cheek on Zephyrfang's shoulder. "There's no need to rush, though. One day I'll find the right she-cat for me. You did, and you had to rub some of that charm off on me and Thornheart."
Notes | Fawn
Got that good soul in my feet
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