Post by Abyss on May 6, 2020 20:42:26 GMT -5
I know the road is long,but where you are is home.
Wherever you stay, I'll find the way.
Wherever you stay, I'll find the way.
His nerves could hardly be contained. His heart ached in his chest. His eyes contained so many emotions. Happiness, sadness, concern, excitement, nervousness. His emotions were all over the place. His paws seemed to quiver each time they raised to step forward, causing his legs to grow shaky. It seemed so strange, walking passed the last trees that he would pass for who knows how long. Treeclan’s border grew further and further behind him, his head facing forward towards the open meadows ahead.
He had said his final goodbyes this morning. His mother, his siblings, his friends, his technical childhood love. Lionstar had escorted him to the border, which was when he offered the large tom his final goodbye. It had been so hard to do. It was something he never thought he would have to do. His emotions had practically overflowed at that border, nuzzling against the tom that he had seen as a father figure for so long. Lionstar had always been there, a beacon for his clan in times of need and someone that anyone could go to for anything. He had been Leader throughout Leopardheart’s life. Lionstar had watched this golden orange Bengal begin as little Leopardkit in the Nursery and grow into a Warrior, grow into Leopardheart. And now it was Lionstar who was letting that same cat go.
He felt awful leaving the clan he loved. But at the same time, where he was going also held a primary love of his. Windspirit. The beautiful silver tabby she-cat who had stolen his heart during his Apprenticeship. The same she-cat who was now in the Lightningclan Nursery, his kits at her side.
It was her that he wanted. It was her that had consumed his mind for moons. It was her that he was doing this for. For his mate, for his new kits, for himself. He loved his life in Treeclan. He loved his family. He loved his clanmates. He was happy. Or at least he believed he was. He thought that he had his life together. Hunting and being a Warrior for the clan he was loyal to, and still remaining loyal to his mate in the neighboring meadows. He thought that going to the border and meeting her would be enough for himself.
But as soon as he discovered that she was pregnant, he found this reality cracking. The knowledge that his mate was going to give birth to his kits, but she would be doing so in a place where he couldn’t be there to see them or help raise them, this was the first tiny crack in his stability. Over time, this crack kept growing and growing, until finally he felt it shatter. It was last night that this happened, the moment that the she-cat known as Thistletongue told him that Windspirit had given birth and was sick. It was this moment that he fully realized that seeing his love at the border wasn’t enough. He couldn’t spent the next six moons waiting to see her again, waiting to meet his kits, who by then would be Apprentices. He would have missed their kithood entirely, he would have missed watching them grow, he would have missed truly being a father.
And now, here he was, slowly but surely approaching the Lightningclan camp, hoping that he could prevent himself from missing all of those things. It would be difficult. It would be stressful. But he was willing to do it. If it meant seeing and taking care of his new family, he would do anything. Even walk into the camp of another clan by himself.
He didn’t fully walk in. He stopped at the bottom of the hill, and was quickly spotted by multiple Lightningclan cats. When confronted, he gave his request.
“I wish to see Redstar.”
A few cats stayed to watch the tom, but there were one or two others who parted. He wasn’t sure if they had listened, or if they would actually bring Redstar. But he could only hope that his request could be fulfilled. He wanted to see Windspirit. He wanted to see his kits. He was so close. But he wasn’t going to be so rude as to barge into their camp demanding to see his mate. That wasn’t how this worked. No, he had to speak to Redstar first. He had to speak to the orange tom face to face, and hope that his presence wasn’t immediately chased off.
He had said his final goodbyes this morning. His mother, his siblings, his friends, his technical childhood love. Lionstar had escorted him to the border, which was when he offered the large tom his final goodbye. It had been so hard to do. It was something he never thought he would have to do. His emotions had practically overflowed at that border, nuzzling against the tom that he had seen as a father figure for so long. Lionstar had always been there, a beacon for his clan in times of need and someone that anyone could go to for anything. He had been Leader throughout Leopardheart’s life. Lionstar had watched this golden orange Bengal begin as little Leopardkit in the Nursery and grow into a Warrior, grow into Leopardheart. And now it was Lionstar who was letting that same cat go.
He felt awful leaving the clan he loved. But at the same time, where he was going also held a primary love of his. Windspirit. The beautiful silver tabby she-cat who had stolen his heart during his Apprenticeship. The same she-cat who was now in the Lightningclan Nursery, his kits at her side.
It was her that he wanted. It was her that had consumed his mind for moons. It was her that he was doing this for. For his mate, for his new kits, for himself. He loved his life in Treeclan. He loved his family. He loved his clanmates. He was happy. Or at least he believed he was. He thought that he had his life together. Hunting and being a Warrior for the clan he was loyal to, and still remaining loyal to his mate in the neighboring meadows. He thought that going to the border and meeting her would be enough for himself.
But as soon as he discovered that she was pregnant, he found this reality cracking. The knowledge that his mate was going to give birth to his kits, but she would be doing so in a place where he couldn’t be there to see them or help raise them, this was the first tiny crack in his stability. Over time, this crack kept growing and growing, until finally he felt it shatter. It was last night that this happened, the moment that the she-cat known as Thistletongue told him that Windspirit had given birth and was sick. It was this moment that he fully realized that seeing his love at the border wasn’t enough. He couldn’t spent the next six moons waiting to see her again, waiting to meet his kits, who by then would be Apprentices. He would have missed their kithood entirely, he would have missed watching them grow, he would have missed truly being a father.
And now, here he was, slowly but surely approaching the Lightningclan camp, hoping that he could prevent himself from missing all of those things. It would be difficult. It would be stressful. But he was willing to do it. If it meant seeing and taking care of his new family, he would do anything. Even walk into the camp of another clan by himself.
He didn’t fully walk in. He stopped at the bottom of the hill, and was quickly spotted by multiple Lightningclan cats. When confronted, he gave his request.
“I wish to see Redstar.”
A few cats stayed to watch the tom, but there were one or two others who parted. He wasn’t sure if they had listened, or if they would actually bring Redstar. But he could only hope that his request could be fulfilled. He wanted to see Windspirit. He wanted to see his kits. He was so close. But he wasn’t going to be so rude as to barge into their camp demanding to see his mate. That wasn’t how this worked. No, he had to speak to Redstar first. He had to speak to the orange tom face to face, and hope that his presence wasn’t immediately chased off.
Leopardheart
Warrior 22 Moons TreeClan
745 @poptart Ghost the Undead Goddess
