Take Me Back [Lionstar] Jan 29, 2015 22:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2015 22:47:06 GMT -5
The gentle burble of the water lapping at the banks, the simple rustle of the wind through the leaves, and the quiet stirrings of prey in the bushes called to the she-cat. The noises around her were fillers; she didn't think about anything else. Just the water, the leaves, and the creatures. She didn't want to think about anything else. Anyone else. It was just too painful. Her own brother--!
So she focused on the way the water moved. Amber eyes traced the ridge of each miniature wave as it crashed onto the sandy banks. The water moved in a beautiful dance. In and out, in and out, it came to the shore, went back out to the center of the brook, and crashed in again. It was happy, almost, peaceful. And then a grey paw darted out and disrupted the waters, changing their course and destroying the routine it had, just like a grey cat--!
She tried the trees instead. Sunlight filtered down, and she settled in a place where the rays slanted at just the right angle through the trees, enveloping her in a halo of light. Grey fur soaked up the warmth, using it to revitalize her spirit as best she could. This forest felt better than the waters. Here, she could see the small mouse scurry for seeds as the bird chirped in its nest and the squirrel climbed the tree. Each little creature had a home it could return to. It searched for food and caught its meal, then brought it home to family to share, or stored it for future use.
How is it that they prey I hunt feels more at home here than I do?
Willowfur finally thought the question that plagued her. Ever since Gre-- no, her bro-- no, that monster attempted to help her join the ranks of StarClan, she had wandered. As Willow, as a loner, she felt nothing. She had no home, called herself by the only thing she could remember. And then, she came home. "Home", according to that monster. How could home be the same place where a monster resided? But now, Lionstar had removed the monster from her presence. She still didn't feel safe. How could she? This was not home.
The brook called to her. It sang a melody that haunted her dreams. Something poked at the back of her mind, some faint memory, some event that had happened on these very banks. This brook was the source of water for TreeClan -- their source of life. Perhaps here, staring into its clear depths and listening to its quiet song, Willowfur could find the meaning of home.