Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 0:35:07 GMT -5
What hurts the most was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
Moonshimmer
If only... If only this were a terrible, terrible dream. A nightmare that could be awoken from and everything that had happened simply vanished into the after thoughts of the mind. If only this had just been a figment of the imagination, something to look out but not really there, disappearing into the night. An image in a puddle of water, and when disturbed, the image rippled and sunk into the ground where such terrible things belonged.
If only.
If only any of those were true.
She remembered the jolt of fear when she heard the yowls coming from camp, the stench of fox as she and her brother raced back with the others from Treeclan, hurrying to save those who were left behind, defending their lives and homes against the red, savage canines. She remembered the wave of fury when she leaped at one of the small, red monster, sinking her fangs into it's fur, it's taste covering her tongue as her clanmates help drive them from the camp.
She remembered the stab of sorrow and the sound of her heart cracking and breaking as she stared at the lifeless, blue-gray body of the tom she had fallen so deeply in love with. Her whole body had froze, paws keeping her in place on the ground as tearful, green orbs watched the blood pool around his stilled body. A shiver had run through her spine, all she could focus on was him, the tom she had yet to become full-fledged mates with.
The scent of her older brother and sister bounced off her nose, and yet, they remained ignored when they tried to comfort her. She didn't move her paws until the tiny form of the eerie Medicine Cat made his was towards Stormchaser's cold body, planning to prepare him for burial. A yowl ripped from her throat as she shot forwards and stood between Littletimber and Stormchaser's body, causing stares from her worried clanmates. Pained green orbs stared into the empty, emotionless pools of teal until Littletimber tilted his head to the side and went to check Gentlebreeze's wounds.
Moonshimmer didn't care what her clanmates thought of her at the moment as she turned and buried her nose deep into Stormchaser's neck fur, letting what lingered of his scent drown her in what little bliss she could manage. A small whimper left her throat when she felt the gentle brush of Adderstrike's tail against her back.
He couldn't comfort her, Gentlebreeze couldn't comfort her, even her dearest brother, Sunstride, who now lived in Rainclan, couldn't comfort her if he suddenly walked back through the entrance into Treeclan's camp.
How could Starclan be so cruel, why did they have to take Stormchaser with him? He had so many moons before him, so much life left to live. Life to live with her, and their unborn kits. Moonshimmer buried her head deeper into Stormchaser's fur, silently weeping. Gentlebreeze had been the first to tell her, the soft she-cat had an eye for such a thing as she was a permaqueen. Littletimber had emotionlessly confirmed the white queen's initial statement.
Moonshimmer was going to tell him. She had planned on telling Stormchaser that evening, after she came back from patrol with Adderstrike and a couple of other clanmates. She had been so happy, so full of hope and life. And now... Now she didn't know what she was going to do without Stormchaser. Sure they weren't mates yet, but they were oh, such good friends. They told each other everything, they laughed together, played together, comforted each other.
And now, she was alone. She was left to raise their beautiful, unborn kits alone. She didn't think she could do it. Lifting her head up, Moonshimmer's distraught green orbs stared at the darkening sky, catching the first star that peaked out. Is that you... Stormchaser...? Are you up there? Her body shook from such heavy emotions as her jaw dropped and a low pitiful wail left her throat, echoing the camp.
Oh, Stormchaser...
The Calming Moon on a Stormy Night
If only.
If only any of those were true.
She remembered the jolt of fear when she heard the yowls coming from camp, the stench of fox as she and her brother raced back with the others from Treeclan, hurrying to save those who were left behind, defending their lives and homes against the red, savage canines. She remembered the wave of fury when she leaped at one of the small, red monster, sinking her fangs into it's fur, it's taste covering her tongue as her clanmates help drive them from the camp.
She remembered the stab of sorrow and the sound of her heart cracking and breaking as she stared at the lifeless, blue-gray body of the tom she had fallen so deeply in love with. Her whole body had froze, paws keeping her in place on the ground as tearful, green orbs watched the blood pool around his stilled body. A shiver had run through her spine, all she could focus on was him, the tom she had yet to become full-fledged mates with.
The scent of her older brother and sister bounced off her nose, and yet, they remained ignored when they tried to comfort her. She didn't move her paws until the tiny form of the eerie Medicine Cat made his was towards Stormchaser's cold body, planning to prepare him for burial. A yowl ripped from her throat as she shot forwards and stood between Littletimber and Stormchaser's body, causing stares from her worried clanmates. Pained green orbs stared into the empty, emotionless pools of teal until Littletimber tilted his head to the side and went to check Gentlebreeze's wounds.
Moonshimmer didn't care what her clanmates thought of her at the moment as she turned and buried her nose deep into Stormchaser's neck fur, letting what lingered of his scent drown her in what little bliss she could manage. A small whimper left her throat when she felt the gentle brush of Adderstrike's tail against her back.
He couldn't comfort her, Gentlebreeze couldn't comfort her, even her dearest brother, Sunstride, who now lived in Rainclan, couldn't comfort her if he suddenly walked back through the entrance into Treeclan's camp.
How could Starclan be so cruel, why did they have to take Stormchaser with him? He had so many moons before him, so much life left to live. Life to live with her, and their unborn kits. Moonshimmer buried her head deeper into Stormchaser's fur, silently weeping. Gentlebreeze had been the first to tell her, the soft she-cat had an eye for such a thing as she was a permaqueen. Littletimber had emotionlessly confirmed the white queen's initial statement.
Moonshimmer was going to tell him. She had planned on telling Stormchaser that evening, after she came back from patrol with Adderstrike and a couple of other clanmates. She had been so happy, so full of hope and life. And now... Now she didn't know what she was going to do without Stormchaser. Sure they weren't mates yet, but they were oh, such good friends. They told each other everything, they laughed together, played together, comforted each other.
And now, she was alone. She was left to raise their beautiful, unborn kits alone. She didn't think she could do it. Lifting her head up, Moonshimmer's distraught green orbs stared at the darkening sky, catching the first star that peaked out. Is that you... Stormchaser...? Are you up there? Her body shook from such heavy emotions as her jaw dropped and a low pitiful wail left her throat, echoing the camp.
Oh, Stormchaser...
The Calming Moon on a Stormy Night
And never knowin' what could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was trying to do