Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Sept 17, 2021 13:42:01 GMT -5
☁
Stormwind
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
☁ — The fog was heavy as it rolled in with the start of dawn peaking over the tips of the surrounding mountain ridges, just barely creeping into the entrance of the Tribe's cave and licking at the chunky paws of the Rainclan warrioress who sat far away from the huddled mass of clan cats that had survived the recent earthquake. Unreadable, cold blue hues stared out into the blurriness of the fog, a thick tail twitching ever so slightly as it rested on the ground beside her.
The beautiful tabby's heart hurt within her chest, but the emotions didn't show upon her face nor did she act like the pain of losing her mother affected her. Willowbreeze had been perhaps the only cat that the younger molly had respected and listened to, the only cat that kept Stormwind from walking away from Rainclan in seasons past...
And now the elder she-cat was gone, swallowed by the earth that once homed them.
The thought caused sharp claws to un-sheath and sheath against the hard stone of the cave floor for a moment. While all the others from all five clans had been adjusting and learning to adapt while living with the Tribe, she had stayed away from them as she had when she lived in Rainclan. The mostly silver tabby she-cat wanted nothing to do with patrols and hunting parties, and more than anything she wanted to find a secluded body of water to let her paws seep in the cool liquid.
Perhaps the lands beyond the clans was what was calling to her, perhaps she truly didn't belong to live with a clan that she had no attachments or feelings for. The day of her warrior ceremony she had felt a spark of excitement, she had the ability to wander as far as her paws took her without worry of reprimanding. Not that that had stopped her as an apprentice, she surely didn't make things easy for old Moosejaw as she never respected a thing that came from his oversized maw.
An ear flickered at the sound of felines awakening per the rising sun, they would fall into the same pattern day in and day out even if they weren't strictly taking care of their own separate clan. After the earthquake they had just become a mass of homeless cats with lost faces and confused hearts, a horde of shepherd-less sheep invading the Tribe for comfort, food and protection. How pitiful it must make all of these so called powerful and prideful warriors feel. It caused a snort of tasteless amusement to rise from Stormwind's nose.
It was time, time for her to part ways with what she had grown up with. Rainclan had never been her home, and the Tribe certainly wasn't the place for the temperamental she-cat to stay. Troutsplash would be fine without her, their relationship more strained due to her rotten attitude and with the lack of their gentle hearted mother he would stay close to what remained of their once larger family. But she wanted to find the place that called to her, a place where she could do what she wanted, when she wanted and not have to deal with the annoyance of other mouse-brained felines trying to boss her around or getting her into trouble because she refused to follow the rules laid down for warriors for generations.
The sounds of noisy kits rose to her ears and it caused a low, temperamental growl to rise from her throat. Once she was gone from this cave she wouldn't have to worry about some motherless kits waking her at all hours of the night. Cranekit and Drakekit may have been kin, but Stormwind could honestly care less about their pitiful mews for milk and attention. She had never been one to like other cats, but kits were even more annoying.
Movement out of the corner of her cerulean hues caught Stormwind's attention as the young warrior shifted her head to find a tabby tom padded out of the dimness of the crowded cave. The long coated molly didn't move, but she parted her jaws ever so slightly to catch his muddled scent, underneath it bore the faint resemblance of Lightningclan. If she was correct, this was the warrior she often caught staring out into the unknown, beyond that of the tribe's territory like she did so often.
"Finally planning to sneak off?" Stormwind asked, her tone sharp despite the natural silkiness of her voice. Shifting, she moved to stand on her paws, thick tail dragging against the ground behind her as she padded closer to the cave entrance while the fog greeted her like an old friend. It almost gave her a misty impression as the blurry whiteness kissed her lengthy striped coat. "I guess I can't be the only cat who's tired of this boring clan life."
The beautiful tabby's heart hurt within her chest, but the emotions didn't show upon her face nor did she act like the pain of losing her mother affected her. Willowbreeze had been perhaps the only cat that the younger molly had respected and listened to, the only cat that kept Stormwind from walking away from Rainclan in seasons past...
And now the elder she-cat was gone, swallowed by the earth that once homed them.
The thought caused sharp claws to un-sheath and sheath against the hard stone of the cave floor for a moment. While all the others from all five clans had been adjusting and learning to adapt while living with the Tribe, she had stayed away from them as she had when she lived in Rainclan. The mostly silver tabby she-cat wanted nothing to do with patrols and hunting parties, and more than anything she wanted to find a secluded body of water to let her paws seep in the cool liquid.
Perhaps the lands beyond the clans was what was calling to her, perhaps she truly didn't belong to live with a clan that she had no attachments or feelings for. The day of her warrior ceremony she had felt a spark of excitement, she had the ability to wander as far as her paws took her without worry of reprimanding. Not that that had stopped her as an apprentice, she surely didn't make things easy for old Moosejaw as she never respected a thing that came from his oversized maw.
An ear flickered at the sound of felines awakening per the rising sun, they would fall into the same pattern day in and day out even if they weren't strictly taking care of their own separate clan. After the earthquake they had just become a mass of homeless cats with lost faces and confused hearts, a horde of shepherd-less sheep invading the Tribe for comfort, food and protection. How pitiful it must make all of these so called powerful and prideful warriors feel. It caused a snort of tasteless amusement to rise from Stormwind's nose.
It was time, time for her to part ways with what she had grown up with. Rainclan had never been her home, and the Tribe certainly wasn't the place for the temperamental she-cat to stay. Troutsplash would be fine without her, their relationship more strained due to her rotten attitude and with the lack of their gentle hearted mother he would stay close to what remained of their once larger family. But she wanted to find the place that called to her, a place where she could do what she wanted, when she wanted and not have to deal with the annoyance of other mouse-brained felines trying to boss her around or getting her into trouble because she refused to follow the rules laid down for warriors for generations.
The sounds of noisy kits rose to her ears and it caused a low, temperamental growl to rise from her throat. Once she was gone from this cave she wouldn't have to worry about some motherless kits waking her at all hours of the night. Cranekit and Drakekit may have been kin, but Stormwind could honestly care less about their pitiful mews for milk and attention. She had never been one to like other cats, but kits were even more annoying.
Movement out of the corner of her cerulean hues caught Stormwind's attention as the young warrior shifted her head to find a tabby tom padded out of the dimness of the crowded cave. The long coated molly didn't move, but she parted her jaws ever so slightly to catch his muddled scent, underneath it bore the faint resemblance of Lightningclan. If she was correct, this was the warrior she often caught staring out into the unknown, beyond that of the tribe's territory like she did so often.
"Finally planning to sneak off?" Stormwind asked, her tone sharp despite the natural silkiness of her voice. Shifting, she moved to stand on her paws, thick tail dragging against the ground behind her as she padded closer to the cave entrance while the fog greeted her like an old friend. It almost gave her a misty impression as the blurry whiteness kissed her lengthy striped coat. "I guess I can't be the only cat who's tired of this boring clan life."
WORDs: 892 / tags: Hellion @ide (Drakekit) @ego (Cranekit)