Past Foretold In The Glint of a Knife [Silver/Glacier] Jun 14, 2020 8:49:04 GMT -5 Katara ★ likes this
Post by Fae on Jun 14, 2020 8:49:04 GMT -5
It only takes one mistake to change not only one life but many. It's like a domino affect that tips you over and causes a chain reaction that you cannot stop; no matter how you chase the tumble of pieces in hopes to catch that one that would stop it from tumbling the rest of them over you never are able to catch it. Silverburr didn't realize he had tipped that scale over to start the chain. Not until that fateful day he spotted the young apprentice; it was no coincidence he knew it in his gut. The way it turned and twisted inside of his stomach and the way his heart dropped and pounded in the cage of his ribs that threatened to burst from his chest. He hadn't thought about it until he'd seen him. A bomb shell that shook his world. That one mistake that took his once young and eager paws from camp and met that wild spitfire loner; she was everything he wasn't. She didn't judge him for how he looked and seemed more than fascinated to talk about his problems. She was beautiful and adventurous; living the life that he envied back then. He thought if he could let go for one night he'd be able to go back to camp and forget about it after taking a taste of the freedom he could have had. Only he hadn't realized that the taste of freedom he had was later coming back to haunt him in the form of a Treeclanner that was on the wrong side of the border.
Silverburr stood there staring hazily across the border into Treeclan's side wondering if Glacierpaw had forgotten about him or not. He had come off a bit strong last time they met trying to tell him or try to get information that the tom didn't know. Silverburr didn't know why he was trying so hard to get the truth. He wasn't ready to be a father let alone to a tom that had been raised in another clan. A son he had no idea about for so many moons. He didn't expect the mini him to accept Silverburr as his father and he didn't expect him to hop over the boarder to change clans just to get to know his birth father. The silver dappled tom knew that right off the bat. He just prayed that he would at least accept the facts and forgive him; give him a chance at least. A chance to do what though? Silverburr wasn't quiet sure himself.
Shaking his head the lanky warrior turned and began walking on the side of the border; sniffing and marking the border where he deemed it needed strengthening. He paused when he heard the sound of pawsteps and frowned scenting the air but couldn't catch anything unusual so he went on his way again and found a rock by the stream that he leaped up on with no problem and laid down to soak in the sun; eyes closed and enjoying the peacefulness; up until he sensed he was being watched and his eyes snapped over staring straight at a mirrored pair across the stream.