Redemption. [Lionstar & Gorsetail] Aug 19, 2014 23:15:08 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Aug 19, 2014 23:15:08 GMT -5
C R I M S O N S H A D O W
He never thought he’d fall in love. But, he also never thought that Grayowl would get banished from the Clan, or that it’d partially be his fault that he got banished in the first place, either. He’d messed up royally in the midst of the tomcat’s plans, but for some reason, it wasn’t bothering him anymore. He was beginning to care more about the fact that he had nearly partook in the killing of a Clanmate - of Willowfur. He felt freer than he had since he was a kitten. Grayowl wasn’t here to loom over him anymore, or to control him. In the absence of the frightening tomcat, he had began to remember what it felt like to be his own cat. Grayowl had made him into a monster, but he didn’t want to be that anymore. Was there still time to fix things? Was the damage done already too severe?
He could only hope that the answer to that question was no. He needed to find out for sure, which had been the driving force behind him waking up Gorsetail in the early hours of dawn, prodding and poking the fellow warrior until he opened his eyes, requesting that he meet him at Lionstar’s den as soon as possible. He owed the main apologize to TreeClan’s leader, himself. He had been nothing more than a nuisance ever since he stepped out of the nursery, and it was all because he had been blinded by this sick and twisted need to impress Grayowl. He had been willing to kill for him, and he nearly had up in the mountains when Cloudpaw had been pinned beneath his paws. Thinking about it now, his emerald eyes - once bright and sharp; always alert like the predator he had been trained to be - were thick with sadness and regret. All he wanted was to go back to how things had been between the two of them before. He wanted Cloudpaw’s forgiveness, even if he didn’t deserve it. But that was something to ponder on a different day. Now, he had to focus on the subject at paw. He needed to apologize for everything that he had done wrong, and try his best to make the two of them understand his point of view, before he told them that, within the next hour, he wouldn’t be a TreeClan warrior anymore.
He was going to StoneClan, and he was sending prayers up to StarClan on a continuous loop, praying for the chance to be accepted into their Clan so that he could hopefully repair his relationship with Cloudpaw and start anew.
Was that asking too much for somebody like him? Maybe the Dark Forest was waiting around the corner and he didn’t even know it.
“Lionstar?” The golden leader had no knowledge of Crimsonshadow’s intentions. He hadn’t so much as looked the Clan leader’s way ever since Grayowl’s banishment. He hadn’t known what to say, or what to do. Without Grayowl, everyone was looking at him like he was a sad little puppet without its puppeteer. It was probably true. Nothing could have stopped him from spiralling down the dark, bad path that he had been on, had it not been for his brutal mistake when they were hunting Willowfur. He liked to think, or rather hoped, that the slip had been planned to happen all along - like StarClan was watching over him, even when his loyalty to Grayowl had been on the verge of shattering the last of his faith in their warrior ancestors. If it hadn’t happened, then Grayowl would still be here, and he wouldn’t be sitting at the door of Lionstar’s den, looking over his shoulder for his unlikely company, Gorsetail. “I was hoping I’d be able to talk to you. With Gorsetail, too.” And now all he could do was wait… wait for the redemption that he probably didn’t deserve, but wanted so badly to try and get for himself regardless.
What had happened to him to have his life come to this?