Centuries [Blackfire] Jul 29, 2015 6:59:03 GMT -5
Post by Hellion on Jul 29, 2015 6:59:03 GMT -5
The black senior warrior headed the hunting patrol and found her paw-steps among the dry and brittle pine needles. Her amber eyes drifted upwards. In one of these trees her young kit Palepaw fell to his near death, he still didn't walk correctly but she'd never stop loving him. The hunting patrol she lead had already caught a decent collection, the younger warrior Hiddenheart had taken up the task to carry it. Their pace back to camp was slow, Gracklefire was distracted by the trees around her and the memories that flooded her.
"You can go on without me," She told the rest of the hunting patrol, it wasn't unusual for the black senior warrior to wander on her own. The death of her mate hung heavily on her pelt. The near death of her Palepaw wore her down even more. The possible insanity of Starlingcry was enough to send most cats to an early grave, but not Gracklefire she was enduring.
With her head held high she inspected the nearest tree but she knew she'd never find any signs of that day that changed Palepaw. She was a fool to believe that by finding where it happened she'd somehow change the past. Despite all that she had lost Gracklefire only gave into despair once. It was her Cederbranch that saved her it was a special bond between them now, her daughter saved her life.
Her black pelt didn't carry the same shine as before, her only duties were to her Clan. The superficial care of her pelt wouldn't save her life or bring back the one she lost. Even in his death she had a hard time speaking his name. She'd refer to him as 'your father when speaking to her kits, the former deputy when talking to other clanmates. Soon his memory would be lost into the wind, only those who shared his life would remember him.
Gracklefire circled the trunk of one of the slimmer trees, tasting every scent. She was looking for something, but she wasn't sure really what she was looking for.
Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts.
There's a waltz playin' frozen in time
Blades of grass on tiny bare feet
I look at you and you're lookin' at me.
occ. assume blackwolf was in the hunting patrol and stayed behind. Fawntastic