The Next Chapter of Life [Ceremonies] Feb 19, 2013 21:18:22 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Feb 19, 2013 21:18:22 GMT -5
|[smear:e0ca52]S A N D S T A R[/smear:e7c40c]|
[smear:e0ca52]Leader of RainClan[/smear:e7c40c]
|Death had spent quite a lot of time on the forefront of his mind recently, and he did not like it. The deaths of Snoweye and Brookrun had bothered him considerably, as they had been two cats whom he had been very proud to have in his clan, but it was the lost of his first life that plagued his mind and kept him up at night. He was mortal; now that he remembered that fact, which he had blissfully forgotten for the past how ever many moons, he was shaken to the core. He could die. Yes, he had eight more lives, but he could lose those as easily as he could have lost his single life before he became a leader. He nearly shook just thinking about it, and all the blood seemed to rush from his body, leaving cold emptiness behind.|
Taking a deep breath, he shook off the bone-chilling sensation and shoved the morbid thoughts from his mind. They were not worth worrying about for too long. He would not die any time soon; he would make sure of that. Amber eyes looked out at their makeshift camp, which was a rather pathetic sight all together, and the somber cats that paced it. They had been forced to abandon their camp a day or two ago and had held vigils for those who had joined StarClan once they reached this area. It consisted of little more than down trodden grass, which was wet, sparse undergrowth, which was also wet, and a few scattered stones and bare trees, both of which provided little shelter from the winds that seemed far colder than they had been before.
It was toward one of these rocks, the center-most and incidentally largest of them, that the tall, golden tabby strode. His features, though slightly more haggard than they had been before the flood, were composed into an even expression, though subtle pride, visible to those who knew him well, existed in the slight rise of his lips. Death wandered among them, but the continuation of life did as well; and it was the latter on which he wanted his clan, and himself, to focus. Ceremonies were a good way to get their minds off of the flood's devastation, if only for a little while. A little happiness in such a grim time could do wonders.
"Let every cat old enough to walk gather for a clan meeting." The words, slightly altered from their usual pattern, left his jaws clear and loud. The kits, who were not old enough to catch their own prey, had been forced to escape the flood just like the warriors, and if they could survive that, then he thought that they ought to be included in a clan meeting. This one, at least, which was so soon after the event. They needed a distraction as much as anyone. He had leapt onto the stone in one graceful, practiced motion, and from their new vantage point, yellow eyes gazed around the area, watching as the felines slowly picked their way over to the rock.