Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Sept 21, 2020 19:12:09 GMT -5
Owlmind
LightningClan || 81 Moons || Deputy
She was quiet, and still like a statue as she sat there on the outskirts of the open campsite. A thin tail was wrapped around her nimble paws as she sat comfortably on well trodden grass while her wide amber pools watched the activity of her clan going by. Her face was blank, never one to often show emotions or even what was running through her head, the deputy remained unmoving.
The organ beating within her chest swelled as she watched mentors with their apprentices, tomcats with their mates and young kits tumbling around over each other as they played outside the walls of the nursery.
Her clan was healthy, strong.
Even after the mishaps of this past Greenleaf, the loss of several warriors to predators and tunnels was enough to knock the wind out of any clan. However, Lightningclan was still prevailing and growing larger with each passing season. It seemed that such things wouldn't be the only changes within the everyday lives of the lithe warriors that ran with the wind in their veins.
Hues of amber flickered over to where the kits were squealing with pleasure. The familiar forms of Swiftkit and Harekit with their heads bent in discussion looked as if they were once again attempting some sort of fur-raising adventure. Their sixth moon finally upon them as the aging deputy had already picked out the mentors for each of the nine youngsters crowded within the suffocating warmth of the nursery. Windspirit and Rosefire had already returned to the Warrior's den, leaving the growing kits within the watchful eye of Cloudyfeather for their final remaining nights of kithood.
Owlmind let her gaze linger on Dandelionkit, one of the only felines within the clan with blood related to the late Firesky. A lot of legacy to be placed upon the shoulders of something so small and young, but the elder molly had no doubt that the young calico would become a great Lightningclanner within her own rights.
Especially with Kindleflare's gentle gaze constantly shifting towards her.
That was something else that Owlmind needed to add to her list of duties, though it seemed to be growing astonishing larger with each passing second. Not that it wasn't something that the senior warrioress couldn't handle, in fact she rather thrived with duties and jobs needed of her particular skills and abilities. She did a lot for Lightningclan, it was her job after all as both a warrior that earned her name and as the chosen deputy.
And now, a new journey was laid out before her paws, speckled white with age that crept up on her with each passing moon. Redstar had come to both her and Kindleflare, confiding in his two high ranking cats with something that had been plaguing him as of late. His role of leader was no longer something that agreed with him. The red tomcat had been in a position of hierarchy since a young age, not long after receiving his warrior name, and now it seemed as if the struggle of maintaining such a spot for so long was finally chipping away at that hard exterior shell of his.
He was tired, he was drained.
Upon his descension, Owlmind would be the next in line to claim lives from Starclan, to claim a new identity in the ideals of leading Lightningclan into the future. The lanky gray Oriental was not known as an ambitious sort of cat, she was never one to claim to want to be leader of the clan. As a youthful apprentice and warrior she wanted to learn and gain knowledge, the older the got she wanted to mold the minds of youngsters and to teach them the ways of warriorhood, the ways of Lightningclan.
Truly, in a sense, that's what a leader was. Owlmind had always been a cat that others had free reign to come to, for either problems or solutions. She aided mentors with their apprentices, and she kept an eye out for the youngsters that weren't even a ward to herself. Despite having her full name, it wasn't uncommon that the aging she-cat would check on the queen, check in with the elders to see if they needed anything, or offer extra paws for Kindleflare should she be in need of it.
A gust of wind traveled through the open territory of the moors, reaching even the comforting spot of the camp as Owlmind took a breath of the fresh air. Her whole heart belonged to the betterment of this clan, and she would live out her remaining moons, and soon to be lives to make sure they stayed a strong, powerful clan. Shifting her neck, the deputy let her head tilt as her gaze raised to the blue sky above, a faint flicker of determination hidden within liquid amber.
Soon, Firesky. I will see you again.
The organ beating within her chest swelled as she watched mentors with their apprentices, tomcats with their mates and young kits tumbling around over each other as they played outside the walls of the nursery.
Her clan was healthy, strong.
Even after the mishaps of this past Greenleaf, the loss of several warriors to predators and tunnels was enough to knock the wind out of any clan. However, Lightningclan was still prevailing and growing larger with each passing season. It seemed that such things wouldn't be the only changes within the everyday lives of the lithe warriors that ran with the wind in their veins.
Hues of amber flickered over to where the kits were squealing with pleasure. The familiar forms of Swiftkit and Harekit with their heads bent in discussion looked as if they were once again attempting some sort of fur-raising adventure. Their sixth moon finally upon them as the aging deputy had already picked out the mentors for each of the nine youngsters crowded within the suffocating warmth of the nursery. Windspirit and Rosefire had already returned to the Warrior's den, leaving the growing kits within the watchful eye of Cloudyfeather for their final remaining nights of kithood.
Owlmind let her gaze linger on Dandelionkit, one of the only felines within the clan with blood related to the late Firesky. A lot of legacy to be placed upon the shoulders of something so small and young, but the elder molly had no doubt that the young calico would become a great Lightningclanner within her own rights.
Especially with Kindleflare's gentle gaze constantly shifting towards her.
That was something else that Owlmind needed to add to her list of duties, though it seemed to be growing astonishing larger with each passing second. Not that it wasn't something that the senior warrioress couldn't handle, in fact she rather thrived with duties and jobs needed of her particular skills and abilities. She did a lot for Lightningclan, it was her job after all as both a warrior that earned her name and as the chosen deputy.
And now, a new journey was laid out before her paws, speckled white with age that crept up on her with each passing moon. Redstar had come to both her and Kindleflare, confiding in his two high ranking cats with something that had been plaguing him as of late. His role of leader was no longer something that agreed with him. The red tomcat had been in a position of hierarchy since a young age, not long after receiving his warrior name, and now it seemed as if the struggle of maintaining such a spot for so long was finally chipping away at that hard exterior shell of his.
He was tired, he was drained.
Upon his descension, Owlmind would be the next in line to claim lives from Starclan, to claim a new identity in the ideals of leading Lightningclan into the future. The lanky gray Oriental was not known as an ambitious sort of cat, she was never one to claim to want to be leader of the clan. As a youthful apprentice and warrior she wanted to learn and gain knowledge, the older the got she wanted to mold the minds of youngsters and to teach them the ways of warriorhood, the ways of Lightningclan.
Truly, in a sense, that's what a leader was. Owlmind had always been a cat that others had free reign to come to, for either problems or solutions. She aided mentors with their apprentices, and she kept an eye out for the youngsters that weren't even a ward to herself. Despite having her full name, it wasn't uncommon that the aging she-cat would check on the queen, check in with the elders to see if they needed anything, or offer extra paws for Kindleflare should she be in need of it.
A gust of wind traveled through the open territory of the moors, reaching even the comforting spot of the camp as Owlmind took a breath of the fresh air. Her whole heart belonged to the betterment of this clan, and she would live out her remaining moons, and soon to be lives to make sure they stayed a strong, powerful clan. Shifting her neck, the deputy let her head tilt as her gaze raised to the blue sky above, a faint flicker of determination hidden within liquid amber.
Soon, Firesky. I will see you again.
Wisdom. Courage. Strategy.