Starting Over [StoneClan MEETING] Mar 3, 2013 19:17:30 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Mar 3, 2013 19:17:30 GMT -5
The huge sandy-brown tom sat silently in the den that was the leader's den. The den he was supposed to call his own. Everything about it was alien to him, the silence feeling as though it were ready to crush him beneath its weight. He could still scent Fallingstar, as this had been her den before his. He'd changed the bedding, but he could have sworn that the scent clung to the rock walls around him. His heart felt as heavy as the boulders that made up the StoneClan camp. He'd never wanted this. He'd been happy as deputy of the Clan. He'd been happy as a warrior. How had things suddenly turned as they had? Why had all of this happened to him, to all of StoneClan? All he could do was tell himself that StarClan had let this happen for a reason. Good things would come soon.
They just had to.
The tom let his body slide to the ground, his gaze slipping to his paw. He stared at it long and hard, as though it were some code he had to break. He flexed his claws, watching as the slim, sharp black weapons suddenly appeared from within his sand hued paw. He still did not look away as he allowed them to slowly slip back where they belonged. With a heavy sigh, he shut his eyes, pressing his teeth together for a moment, clearing his mind.
He knew what he was supposed to do.
He was leader. This was shown by his name. No longer was he Hawkwing. He went by the name Hawkstar. He had to be strong for the Clan, just as his father had said. The pillar beneath them all. Without a strong leader, there was no strong Clan. Rising to his paws, a new light shining in his exhausted eyes, he pushed himself out of the den, out of the lingering scent of Eagletalon's sister. At the thought of his brother, so to speak, the tom felt a new strength. He let his mind drift from the other sand colored tom to a familiar gray and white form, the one belonging to Frozenrain. He felt his heart swell as he thought about her. He realized that, in focusing on those who were here, he felt better.
Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present.
Vowing to spend less time dwelling on events of the past, the tom picked his way up to the top of the Rock Pile. His amber eyes drifted over the StoneClan camp, the place he had called home for so many moons. He would die for his Clan. Nine times over. He'd prefer to keep one life, however; to refrain from dealing out any more pain to those closest to him. He felt the new strength within his body, and he let it ring in his voice as he called out. Strength. Power. Determination.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here, beneath the Rock Pile, for a Clan meeting!"
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