[Ginger]

Emberlight

"In the darkest times, hope
is something you give yourself."

It had been a good morning. Emberlight had gone to see Honeynose at the border, their two tails entwined together as drops of misty sprinkled all about them. Things were starting to feel so right with her. The only issue is that each time, he still had to say goodbye and not see her for another few sun-highs. 

How he longed to wake up every morning with her scent fresh in his nose rather than in his memories. 

One day, that dream would be a reality. He knew it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the pitter-patter and clamoring around of two familiar toms: Waspstike and Waverunner. How they had become inseparable so quickly in their apprenticeship was beyond him - the two toms seemed so different. Still, he was glad to see Waspstrike doing better after the loss of...Sparrowfoot. His mother. Emberlight's old apprentice. 

Conjuring up her name, her image, hurt less and less. When his sorrows threatened to take hold of him, a new face showed up in his mind: Honeynose's. He couldn't help but smile.

"Young warriors! Care to join you old deputy in his musings?"

Waspstrike huffed sarcastically at Emberlight's call. "Get a load of this guy," he mumbled to Waverunner. Seeing Emberlight didn't hurt as much as it used to. Probably because the old fart was everywhere he went. Now, he was more of a nuisance. But the deputy had called out to both toms, so he looked to Waverunner, seeing if his friend wanted to join the orange tom as he sat near a tree. 

62 Moons. Deputy. RainClan

Notes.Ghost the Undead Goddess.260 words