Edge of a Breath [wolfcrow] Dec 29, 2013 20:32:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 20:32:00 GMT -5
i walk the fields through the fire
taking steps until i found solid ground
followed dreams reaching higher
couldn't survive the fall
Four black paws beat the ground in an uneven rhythm, a testament to the dedication of the cat they belonged to. After moons hiding out in the mountains, StoneClan, aided by TreeClan and the loners of MountainClan, had taken back what was rightfully theirs. It had come with a cost, though; the StoneClan deputy had suffered a gash that sliced into his right hindleg, rendering the limb partially useless for the time being. It was certain it would heal properly, but until then, he should be resting.
Unfortunately, Wolfclaw was a selfless cat, and quite stubborn. Rather than follow Ivypaw's advice to rest, he refused to sit still, his Clan before self attitude dominating his actions. As it was, he was making his way toward the moss meadow, on a mission to collect moss to fill the elder's den. They had arrived home in leaf-bare, and the dens were icy cold. Most of the apprentices and younger warriors were out minding their own, from hunting and border patrols to training and maintaining the camp.
Not far from the camp, though, he was stopped short by a strange sight. Growing from the normally barren dirt was a patch of poppies. Wolfclaw padded closer, noticing that the ground there was slightly raised, as though...
As though cats were buried there.
Something clicked in Wolfclaw's mind. There had been no trace of their fallen anywhere in or near the camp. But here.. who would have.. He didn't have all the answers, but one thing was certain in his mind. Someone had come to the battlefield, collected their dead, and buried them. As if that wasn't enough, though, that same cat had planted poppyseeds, to mark the gravesite.
Wolfclaw's silver-rimmed head dropped as he realised the gravity of this place. His mother, his father, and all the others who had lost their lives in a senseless war. The thought filled him with both sorrow and anger. They didn't have to die, but the time for retribution had already come. StoneClan was back, but at what cost? Wolfclaw didn't want to think of it anymore.
He shook his head, as though it would help clear his mind, and stood. As a sharp wind cut through his fur, he lifted his head, inhaling deep. For a moment, he held it there, collecting all his grief and anger and guilt and regret into that single breath of air. When he exhaled through his mouth, he let all of those emotions leave with it. There, in that single breath, he let go. He let go, and when he took in his next, his heart felt lighter and his head felt clearer.
Feeling like a weight had been lifted from him, the silverbacked deputy carried on, limping from the poppy field and toward the moss meadow.
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