[Justice]

Honeysong

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

61 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan

She had hoped the weather would clear out before she asked Lionstar to the Great Maple, but the sloshy mess was only getting worse. At least they both had thick pelts or this would be a miserable experience. Still, she'd prepared for the adventure the best she could and gone to find him.

Honeysong watched her leader, watched the tom she'd known all her life, as the Clan happily moved around him. They were safe, the kits were fat and warm, and there would soon be a whole new batch of apprentices on the move for TreeClan. Would there then be new queens moving into the nursery? Probably. TreeClan seemed to have a stable progression of kits to apprentices to mentors. It was the way a healthy clan should be.

The lilac she-cat sighed then went over and headbutted Lionstar in the shoulder affectionately in a greeting. "Do you have the time to come on a little walk with me? I'd like to talk to you." Despite the weather, she always enjoyed his company and they were good friends.

Perhaps...perhaps it could be more. She adored Lionstar. He was strong enough to lead the clan and protect anyone that needed it. And he'd been so busy lately, with this leafbare. Perhaps a little time outside the clan, when they weren't hunting or patroling, would be good for him. She certainly knew it was good for her, despite how uncooperative the weather was being today.

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[Fawn]

LionstAr

blinded by the light of a new sun
take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem

He had been mid-yawn when Honeysong had headbutted him in the shoulder, but he'd wholeheartedly agreed to the walk as soon as he could get his jaws closed again. "Yes. We should hunt on the way back," Lionstar briefly scented the air, tail flicking steadily behind him. "It's important we stay warm and dry today." It looked like it was going to rain. With the weather this chilly, Lionstar was adament about making sure they kept their hearts bumping blood and their paws moving to fend off any sickness. It was probably an old queens' tale that hunting kept greencough and whitecough at bay, but Lionstar wasn't above believing in a little superstition. Especially if it helped if only by making them more mindful.

Just then, the sunlight caught in Honeysong's pretty lilac fur, and his thoughts cycled out of 'leadership' and into the old days, when he was just a warrior. A warrior who would have been happy to walk beside her, as friends. And perhaps more. He'd been blindsided by Willowfur for so long... Had he made a mistake? Padding after Grayowl's sister? Clearly. Lionstar bit back a snort. Willowfur hadn't chose him. He'd accepted that, and his heart had already moved on from that fresh unhappiness. The connection that had been building between them was lost - but Lionstar wasn't going to mourn for 'maybes'.

The way he'd survived being Clan leader, and his own personal highs and lows, was to just keep living. Keep placing one paw in front of the other and not letting the siren song of nostalgia and past regrets drag his thoughts too far back from the future. Lionstar caught sight of Falconstorm moving around in Bluejay's den, and there was a brief moment where their eyes met; the medicine cat apprentice's words drifted right back to the forefront of Lionstar's mind.

"She's gentle and has a very giving heart. So, that being said, she is very fond of you."

Great StarClan, had he even groomed his pelt this morning? Though nonchalant on the outside, Lionstar wore a mental frown, finding relief after he recalled taking a few heartbeats out of his morning to tidy himself up. There were more important things than clean coat - but keeping up appearances (in the literal and figurative sense) could be beneficial.

Both in his personal life and role in Clan society. Lionstar smiled. You're turning into an apprentice all over again, you overgrown 'paw. Maybe that was a good thing. He felt younger around Honeysong.

leader of TreeClan

427 Words | Justice | notes

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[Justice]

Honeysong

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

61 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan

"That would be fine." She wasn't sure they'd have the energy to hunt after what she had in mind for this little adventure, but one could plan for it anyway. After all, the Great Maple was a very big tree.

She'd seen the yawn he'd given, and wondered if she shouldn't nudge him on back to his den for a nap instead of taking him back out again. But the request was already accepted and she did want to spend some time with him, so perhaps it would have to happen later. It did remind her, causing a contented smile to spread across her features, that she'd fallen asleep on him before. It had been one of the most restful sleeps of her life. Being next to Lionstar had made her feel so safe, so protected.

Honeysong started walking, watching him as they made there way out of camp. She did incline her head to Falconstorm on the way, giggling at the flat look he gave her before shaking her head as he disappeared from her sight. He was also very busy these days, with leafbare in full swing cats were more likely to get sick. She hoped he took care of himself. A sick medicine cat, even an apprentice one, wasn't any help to anyone.

After a moment she brushed her side to Lionstar's, sighing happily. "I almost wish it would snow. This slushy mess is terrible." She didn't mind getting dirty, or having her pretty pelt darken with mud, but walking in it was difficult and made hunting nearly impossible.

And then the Great Maple was in sight and she felt a smile spread back across her face. "I wish I had thought to come here when there were still leaves on the tree, it would have been prettier."

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[Fawn]

LionstAr

blinded by the light of a new sun
take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem

"We'll have to come back here in the spring, when it starts budding." That would be nice. Lionstar's thoughts, relaxed and content with Honeysong at his side, stretched towards the future, picturing them taking more walks - talking more, laughing more. It was such a simple vision, but it made him smile nonetheless. Sometimes the most ordinary pleasures in life were the greatest.

The mud was sticking to the tufts of fur on the undersides of his paws, and he ignored these minor discomforts. It was easy to enjoy the day when in the presence of good company. "It's only fair that I give you forewarning," mewed Lionstar, remembering his decision from earlier. "I would like for you to mentor one of Mockingbird's kits." Hoping this news would brighten her day, Lionstar surreptitiously glanced at the warrioress. An uncharacteristic nervousness overtook him, but he shook it off.

They were out here as friends, and he was speaking to her as a friend. If she didn't want an apprentice, or had a few thoughts on the matter, he was more than willing to listen. Not every cat in the Clan got that kind of audience and attention from him - something he felt some guilt over - but he couldn't always help it. Without meaning to, his friends were often given special privileges, though he tried to be fair with everyone.

leader of TreeClan

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[Justice]

Honeysong

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

61 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan

Honeysong realized they'd arrived at the tree, and thus to her real reason for bringing Lionstar here. The deep snow and sleet made moving around enough a chore, even hunting and patrols weren't really the same level of exercise most of them were used to. Plus the view from where she wanted them to go was spectacular.  His mention of returning in the newleaf brought a bright smile ot her features.  He wanted to come back here, with her, again, this time in newleaf with the blossoms on the tree.

"You are the one with a problem involving that family, not me." She told him sweetly, headbutting him in the side despite the fact that they both now probably had mud caked to their undersides and up their legs. "Which one were you thinking of?" It wouldn't be the first time she'd been a mentor, nor would it likely be her last. It gave her joy, being able to assist the young through the awkward stages of growing up, so even the difficult ones were worth the effort.

"If you don't mind a bit of a climb, I'd like us to get out of this muck." She mentioned before taking as much of a leap at the tree as she could and slowly starting to scale up it. Her lean body made climbing easy enough, it was just making sure the frost laden branches could support her weight that she worried about.

She ended up about halfway up the tree, climbed into a hollow that had probably belonged to an owl at some point. "Come on up, I want you to see this view." She called down to her leader, lilac head popped out of hte hollow she was in. Plus, being in a contained hollow, it was warmer and dry.

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[Fawn]

LionstAr

blinded by the light of a new sun
take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem

In a burst of overprotectiveness, Lionstar waited at the base of the tree until Honeysong was well on her way up the trunk and with sure footing. When she disappeared into a hollow a few foxlengths above them, only then did Lionstar unsheathe his front claws, and make an enormous leap up the trunk, wanting to let his strength do most of the work for him. He wasn't the greatest climber - he was heavier than most other TreeClan cats - but he wasn't the worst at it, either.

At a slower, but steady pace, Lionstar clawed his way up to the hollow, squeezing into the dark but roomy space beside the lilac she-cat. Catching his breath, Lionstar shook bits of bark and frost from his paws, picking a stubborn piece out with his teeth and flicking it aside. "I was thinking you would be a good mentor for Ravenkit. She's very intelligent - enough to cause trouble because the kit games and elders' tales bore her. I'd rather have an experienced, compassionate cat showing her what it means to be a warrior." Lionstar smiled, not at all interested in the view outside the hollow. "Naturally, I thought of you."

leader of TreeClan

187 Words | Justice | notes: Sorry for the short length!

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