Edge of Dawn (HareEbony) Nov 20, 2020 13:31:41 GMT -5
Post by Gemini on Nov 20, 2020 13:31:41 GMT -5
|Deep umber visionaries peeled open, blinking stimutaniously as his crania diverted between slumbering apprentices amidst himself. The tomcat found himself up quite early, at the brake of dawn. It wasn't often the young apprentice experienced the sunrise, considering he preferred sleeping in a bit longer. How often he saw the dawn and take for granted the sun, that he saw the blackness become a vista, the world he loved, his home... yet after that, does he think of the light and how it brings the world to life? Will he eventually think of how it shows us color instead of only grey and warms his species from their epidermis to their core, ignites their thoughts to beauty, inviting that light and warmth to enter their hearts also, before respectfully giving them time to dream, to accept it as part of themselves if they wish. |
Yet always giving Silverpelt. So, this dawn, as the blackish-greens take on their vibrant and verdant hues, he had let it soak in a little deeper. As the sky changes from charcoal to soft dove grey I already cherish the blue that is to come. For the dawn is the invitation to the day, to the gift that is the present if we have the courage to see it fully and to love it with all that we are. He swallowed thickly, hoisting himself upright as he felt the warming sun beating his darker array of coloration. Harepaw's mandible departed from his mandible, a yawn escaping his maw, closing his eyes in momentary content. The tom dubiously slipped from the den, gazing back over his shoulder to the spot where he slept. He exhaled softly, knowing he'd grow out of this den and ascend to warriorhood.
Harepaw exited the den, now sitting just outside, to the left of it. The sun rose as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every color changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy. There were days when he wondered what he gave in return for such gifts of divine magic; perhaps it is our love, perhaps we radiate it into the vast abyss above; perhaps that is the connection to creation beyond the borders of their world, their reality. Perhaps inside he too was gold, a bright flame that burns for another kind. For him, that's a thought as warm as any bright new day, one that tickles his mind as much as his heart. There were many things Harepaw had yet to learn and experience, finding growth in between.
Dawn sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean of land, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. Harepaw blinked toward the sun that brought him a day he was never promised, yet was glad to see. He let the moment sink in again, soothing him from his core right out to where the nascent rays touched his velutinous, satin pelage. This meant a new beginning was possible and possibilities meant hope. Harepaw had few things he wished to achieve in his lifetime, that being becoming an honorable, established warrior, a father, and a loving mate in the future. The possibility of becoming a leader of the clan soothed his mind, but he felt that would never happen, truly.
At the moment, Harepaw was enthralled by the sunrise, finding it too spellbinding. The bob-tailed apprentice shifted forward, shaking his crania, nature truly is pretty. I want to see more. He escaped from camp, advancing when no one had been looking. Unlike the newleaf, greenleaf, and leaf-fall, leaf-bare was dissonant, causing fatality to the leaves that bore the trees, covering them delicately to form a lion's mane of green or in leaf-fall, a variety of color. The bird's sung a beautiful harmony as he trailed through the territory, small, curious steps caressing the Earth. The birdsong was the river of the air, a flowing music that hydrated his parched soul.
Harepaw gazed onward, a large, fawn majestic creature sauntered along the pathway, beady eyes glimpsing amidst it as he walked with graceful confidence. The creature had been known as a deer, the male honed with large, deadly horns. Harepaw remained silent, waiting for the animal to ambulate onward, minding its own business. The tom glanced around, not quite sure where he had been. Harepaw was on Deer Path, a space of land shared between NightClan and TreeClan. "Where could I be?" He huffed, cocking a nonexistant brow.
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