Post by Fawn on Mar 22, 2021 11:09:15 GMT -5
i owned every second that this world could give
Russethawk
Father. Brother. Warrior. Of RainClan.
i saw so many places, the things that i did
In another time, Russethawk would've been up at the first wink of dawn, yawning and stretching and joshing his denmates -- eager to get started on the day.
Though Ashflight's scent had faded from their once-shared nest, Russethawk still felt a certain comfort staying in it. Bravebird and Minnowsplash generously moved as close to him in the warriors' den as possible, and he still had his now grown kits to press in beside him at the end of the day.
He was not alone. It wasn't because of loneliness that he was slow to rise and early to bed. The truth was pretty simple: he was well, well into his senior moons. The old ruddy warrior needed a bit more rest than the rest of his Clanmates, all the better to keep that spark in his emerald green eyes bright, and his mind sharp for training.
"Let's go, Poppypaw. I told the salmon we'd stop by this morning and I'd hate to be rude." Russethawk winked to the younger she-cat, waiting for her to join him just outside of camp.
Today's destination was simple. The Salmon Falls. Large fish dwelt there, and they could be a challenge for even new warriors if they weren't careful. Russethawk inwardly chuckled. How much trouble would I be in if I got my very last apprentice eaten by a fish? A lot, probably.
But truth be told, Russethawk had faith in the inquisitive she-cat under his care. If he hadn't thought her ready, he would have picked a different fishing spot.
The cooler air brushed across his once-ruddy muzzle, the vibrant russet tones having faded to white. The tips of his ears and paws were threatening to lighten too, but for the most part, Russethawk was able to hold on to his vulpine features. He tasted the autumn wind, enjoying the riverscent mixing with the trees and damp, vibrant leaves. It was a good day for fishing.
Though Ashflight's scent had faded from their once-shared nest, Russethawk still felt a certain comfort staying in it. Bravebird and Minnowsplash generously moved as close to him in the warriors' den as possible, and he still had his now grown kits to press in beside him at the end of the day.
He was not alone. It wasn't because of loneliness that he was slow to rise and early to bed. The truth was pretty simple: he was well, well into his senior moons. The old ruddy warrior needed a bit more rest than the rest of his Clanmates, all the better to keep that spark in his emerald green eyes bright, and his mind sharp for training.
"Let's go, Poppypaw. I told the salmon we'd stop by this morning and I'd hate to be rude." Russethawk winked to the younger she-cat, waiting for her to join him just outside of camp.
Today's destination was simple. The Salmon Falls. Large fish dwelt there, and they could be a challenge for even new warriors if they weren't careful. Russethawk inwardly chuckled. How much trouble would I be in if I got my very last apprentice eaten by a fish? A lot, probably.
But truth be told, Russethawk had faith in the inquisitive she-cat under his care. If he hadn't thought her ready, he would have picked a different fishing spot.
The cooler air brushed across his once-ruddy muzzle, the vibrant russet tones having faded to white. The tips of his ears and paws were threatening to lighten too, but for the most part, Russethawk was able to hold on to his vulpine features. He tasted the autumn wind, enjoying the riverscent mixing with the trees and damp, vibrant leaves. It was a good day for fishing.
with every broken bone, i swear i lived
Backdated to leaf-fall #8.