[Eagletalon] Reminisce of Greater Days Jan 2, 2013 3:45:49 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Jan 2, 2013 3:45:49 GMT -5
A sandy colored tom sat atop the rise in the territory. His amber eyes were focused ahead of him. It would seem as though he was busy surveying the territory. In truth, his eyes didn't really see what was before him. Instead, he saw his own memories. He could see them all clearly, as if they had happened the day before. Some were memories that brought the older tom joy. Others were memories that weighed heavily in his heart. He tried to focus on the ones that brought him joy. It was for this reason he came here when the darker memories tried to take control. Here, there was nothing but the joyful memories, of a time when he had been but a young apprentice, listening carefully to Breezeflight's words. He had trained with his siblings here, and it was those memories that he held close.
He also remembered Thunderpaw, his own, excitable apprentice. That wasn't his name anymore, but when Hawkwing was here, he was forever the younger, 28 moon old tom, and Thunderpaw was still the excited, 8 moon old tom he used to be. A smile pulled at his lips, a small, nostalgic smile. He wondered where those days had gone. Some of the greatest days of his life had been when he was training an apprentice. Now, however, it had been seven moons since Thunderpaw had been made a warrior, seven moons without an apprentice. Occasionally, cats came to him for battling tips, or advice, but it wasn't frequent enough to keep the sandy tabby busy. He had too much time to think now. He sighed as he shifted, his tail flicking around to sit over his light paws.
His day had started out normally. He had gotten up for the dawn patrol, which had occupied him for a short amount of time. When he returned, the tom had eaten something. It hadn't been very big, especially when considering his large frame, but he didn't want to take the Clan's food. It had been for that reason he had chosen to go hunting. He had been successful, this was clear by the three mice that sat a tail length from his side. He'd been out a long time, and was probably lucky to have caught that many. He certainly would not take it for granted. He shut his eyes for a moment and sent a silent thank you to StarClan for the success he'd had. He felt as though he should return to camp soon. He may not have been known very well by everyone in the camp, but it was easy to tell when his huge frame was missing for a while. There just seemed as though there was too much empty space without his bulk.
He would leave soon, he promised himself. He would only spend a little more time here. He did enjoy his moments of thought sometimes, when they weren't plagued by his dark memories. His ear flicked slightly, catching a sound not far off. Still, the tom continued to focus on his memories. He thought back, long ago, back over thirty five moons, to the last time he'd seen his brother. Some would think that this was a dark thought. It had been hard, seeing his brother pass, but the truth was, Viperpaw had told him that he thought there was something wrong with him. He had described the tightness in his chest and the shortness of breath. Hawkwing had learnt that, at times, Viperpaw was even in pain due to it. Sometimes, Hawkwing thought that perhaps it had been for the best that the young tom had moved on to StarClan. In StarClan, he could be young and healthy. There were times when Hawkwing did wonder what Viperpaw's warrior name would have been.
In the sandy warrior's opinion, Vipergaze would have suited him well. He could still clearly remember the power in the small black tom's gaze. Now, Leopardstrike's name had suited her just fine. He still remembered how quickly she could strike out, and with such power too. But with her power came a recklessness that ended up costing her her life. Hawkwing wondered if things would have been different had he been there. But as it was, he had been in the medicine cat's den, recovering from a nearly fatal injury. He would not dwell on the past, thinking that he could have done something to save her life. It had been Leopardstrike's decision to attack in revenge for their father, Craterstorm's death. Even so, curiosity pricked the large tabby tom's mind, thinking what would have changed, what would the outcome have been, had he indeed been there with his family at the time.
Another sound caught his attention, closer this time. It sounded like the steady padding of a cat's paws. Hawkwing's jaws slid open as he let the scents from around him wash over him. He could pick out the obvious scents, like the dead mice nearby, and the sandy plateau, but he knew that there was indeed something else that he should be looking for. And then he found it. It was a distinctive scent, one he knew well. It was a member of his Clan, one that Hawkwing often spent time with, even though the tom was a few moons younger than him.
Hawkwing's ears swivelled as he glanced over his shoulder, not yet seeing the other sand colored tom, but trusting that his ears were good enough to hear him when he called out words that might seem to be scolding him, but were in truth nothing more than a friendly greeting. He had faith that the tom would be able to tell that Hawkwing was only pulling his tail. "Eagletalon, you are disturbing my peace. What in the name of StarClan are you doing all the way out here on the Plateau?"