Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 14:14:36 GMT -5
REWRITE THE STARS
Spiderheart
Cold.
That was the only thought that had instilled itself in Spiderheart's head as he slipped soundlessly through the Little Woods. He figured that the sparsely sheltered land would be the warmest place to hunt on all of Stoneclan, and although the tree trunks blocked some of the wind, it hardly made a difference. The day was blisteringly cold, and the black tom's lungs screamed for one warm breath. Spiderheart's coal black nose was dripping from the chill, and each step he took felt like a battle. I can't smell anything in this wind. Surely there's something out for a bite to eat? He hoped, but it truly felt like he was the only living creature in the entire world.
The Stoneclan warrior had been out all day and hadn't even caught anything: hadn't seen anything or anyone. It was midday, and although he felt defeated, he convinced himself that he needed to sharpen his senses and pull himself together. This was his clan that he was to be feeding! Herondive. Her name flashed briefly in his mind, filling his body with a fond warmth, and the thought of her going hungry made his heart skip in determination, resolve softening his steps and sharpening his wits. She had gone through too much, and as much as the black tom would have given all of his springs and summers to take every single one of the cold, hard winters of her life away, he knew even Starclan didn't have that power. All he could do was walk by her side and help her every step of the way.
If she even wanted him.
Spiderheart had never feared anything before. He had never been the strongest, fastest, best at anything, though he had always been unafraid, unflinching from every aspect of life. For so long he had been consumed by this ambition to fill the gaping hole of loneliness within his heart, and even though he had made many superficial friends and acquaintances, the tom had never felt a love so strong as he felt for Herondive. Though when she had taken hold of the warrior's heart, he not only felt true love for the first time, but that first spark fear. A fear that something would steal that love from him: a fear that he would lose her.
He never thought he would ever be good enough for Hawkstar's daughter, that she would never think he was good enough, though the past moons had proved to him that maybe he was in her favor. Did she really like him? Did she love him as much as he loved her? Spiderheart never would know, but he decided he wouldn't falter one step of the way. He was hers, and if he was destined for a broken heart, just being by her side for as long as he could walk on his own paws was worth whatever heartbreak the stars had in store for him.
Spiderheart noticed movement up ahead, though he couldn't quite tell of what. His eyesight was blurry, tears dripping down his face from the strength of the wind. It was becoming disorienting, not being able to smell, hear, or see well, even in a familiar world.
The tom just stood still until he could make out who, or what, was up ahead. His yellow eyes squinted as he tried to see, nose snuffled as he tried to sniff, and ears perked forward as he tried to hear something other than the wind's lionhearted roaring.