Post by Gemini on Nov 15, 2020 17:27:34 GMT -5
I need your love like the flowers need the sun 470 words -- Fawn with brackenstride |
Deep amber visionaries scrutinized amidst himself, caught in an absentminded daze. The tomcat had been sitting near the center of camp, gazing around with intimidating, narrow visionaries. Flameriver pondered about the future, wondering how Pumastar's reign will pan out, considering he was only recently the leader of TreeClan. Flameriver exhaled softly, thinking back on Lionstar's death. The tomcat hadn't known how to feel, shaking his crania as everything felt unpredictable. Pumastar was making warriors a just nine moons; things were changing and things will slowly churn, if not, quickly.
The tomcat wondered how the family of Lionstar felt, knowing it can be challenging to mourn the loss of the loved. Lionstar was respected as well, feeling he was a rightful and strong leader during the sire's reign. Flameriver had suffered significant felines in his life, mourning their losses for moons. Still, he thought about them. He missed those he lost. Flameriver glimpsed upward toward the sky, watching as the sun began to set. It was sunset. A beautiful scenery was beginning to unfold before his umber gaze. The sunset is merely a prelude to the dawn, yet its majesty fills my mind with the most beautiful of dreams.
The large tom watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as stygian darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at him, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and he found myself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of moonlight onto the dark grounds...With the setting sun came a sky of fire, the orange of every wintry hearth. It was the battle cry to the gathering night, that the only achievement of darkness is to show starlight all the more clearly.
He gazed upon the stars, StarClan, I hope those who rest in your paws are taken care of well. Flameriver had neutral opinions about StarClan, not really being the ambitious type with beliefs. The ginger tabby glanced around, wondering what Pumastar had planned. Did he have bad intentions? The tom couldn't quite put it together, unable to depict it. Clan life is so strange. He scowled, bemused by his whirlpool of thoughts. Flameriver found himself bounding closer to the Warriors' den, noticing a Lionstar descendant, who was his son. Brackenstride. An interesting warrior for sure. He wasn't extremely familiar with the tomcat, but knew minimum. "Evening, Brackenstride," He uttered, feeling unsettled.