Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 29, 2020 4:18:11 GMT -5
The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder
Massive paws were near silent along the dry, cracking ground. The heat during the Greenleaf was growing more intense with each passing day, making it rather stuffy and nearly uncomfortable to move around in the normally cool forests. It seemed today had a change of pace as a fierce gale wriggled through the canopy and branches like a swift, invisible serpent.
Though not one to actually give a nod towards the weather, be it rain or snow or sun, the massive tabby found herself occasionally wanting the cooler temperatures of Leaf-fall to quickly make their way through the valley to rid the clan (mostly Treeclan in that part) of the harshest days of intense sunlight and overbearing heats.
It was a surprise, but also a blessing almost, that the forest of greenery had yet to catch ablaze.
An ear flickered as the massive tabby molly shifted and moved beneath the undergrowth, easily blending in as she listened and tracked the faint scents of prey from here to there throughout the thick wooded areas that belonged to her clan's territory. She had already reaped the rewards of taking down a squirrel to slow for her claws, it's still warm body was buried not far from where she had wandered in search of another morsel to return home with.
However, it was the familiar scent of her aging leader that caught her nose. Not uncommon, seeing as he too lived within the wooded walls of Treeclan's forest, but it seemed that he was alone based on the singular taste surrounded by that of nature and prey.
Not normally a curious cat by nature, though studious and keen to a pattern of protection, Timberfrost altered her course of movement and padded softly through the foliage towards where the Great Maple stood.
Even if she wasn't the sentimental type, the frosty tempered she-cat could appreciate the aesthetic view of the lone, aging lion standing below the largest tree in the forest. It's branches reaching out across the sky with heavy leaves drooping in it's wake, casting shadows out beneath the light of the falling sun. Lionstar sat beneath it's embrace, head back as if studying each of the branches and twigs and gnarls upon the massive girth of the Maple's barky trunk.
She wondered for a moment, how many leaders had sat there in his place, pondering possibly the same thing he was pondering.
Timberfrost was no fool, in fact she was very realistic about her life and what went on around her. Lionstar was old, his life was drawing to a close which meant that Pumafang would soon earn his nine lives and lead the clan into a new future. Into a different future than what the old lion had carved out with his paws in the clan's past.
Not even Starclan and a pawful of nine lives could prevent nature from taking it's course.
"The leaves cover the forest like a blanket of protection, but it's only as strong as it's roots." Her chilling tone sounded as the tabby revealed herself, padding forwards as the shadows of the evening light slunk away from her striped body. Those icy cerulean pools of hers held the top of the Maple for but a moment before casting her attention towards where Lionstar remained seated.
It was true, what she said. A leader was merely a figurehead, a tool of euphony within calamity. When it came to the clan as a whole, but beneath their foundation was moons upon moons of cats who had lived their lives to keep a certain lifestyle, a certain beating heart within the history.
Without a leader, the clan would move on. Without the body, a leader is simple a single feline with no power.
"You might grow roots yourself if you stay sitting too long." Ah, there was that witty sarcasm that Timberfrost occasionally shot out in a sharpened tone. Though as quickly as the faint flicker of amusement passed through her gaze, it was once again an icy, unreadable river that practically stared a whole through her aging leader as she drew closer.
Post by Fawntastic on Jul 29, 2020 23:36:06 GMT -5
The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars
He gave no thought to how long he had been sitting there - though he noticed the shadows had changed position, cooling his right flank where the sun had previously warmed it - but welcomed the break from solitude. Timberfrost, her dark tabby features striking and her eyes a deep, cold shade of blue, somehow found it within herself to tease him ever so slightly.
Lionstar chuckled, rising through stiff hind legs and giving himself a vigorous shake, thick mane tossed against the wind. "I already have. Their names are Brackenstride, Ivyclaw and Lilybreeze. Gorsetail and Feathercloud." Golden eyes, warm and nostalgic contrasted with the cold tabby before him. "Every apprentice I've ever had the blessing to teach. Every apprentice I've ever made a warrior." Timberfrost was included in that regard.
Almost forty moons since she had made the transition from kit to apprentice. Somehow time had flown by. For him, for the forest, for her. For others still whose growth he hadn't been as involved in as he perhaps should have. Lionstar's brow softened, tempered by Pumafang's lingering, barbed words that he had somehow led the Clan astray numerous times.
"Your mate carries something with him," he began in a slow, pensive intonation. His eyes fell to the familiar bark hide of the Great Maple, losing focus as he delved into the memories of the dark, panther-like deputy. "Something dark. Your coldness, Timberfrost, doesn't hide your bluntness. You are wise enough to know that you are not without fault and don't take offense to that. Pumafang..."
That coldness was a... defense mechanism, not simply an aspect of his being like it was for Timberfrost.
"His mentor was Goldenflame, your father. Charismatic. Proud. A strong warrior in many aspects. Apprentices are under no obligation to adopt the mannerisms of their mentors, obviously. But I struggle to see where Pumafang's darkness comes from." Blackwater never revealed the sire of her one and only kit, and in truth it hardly mattered.
Pumafang's life had been shaped by others, not his father.
I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king