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Post by beestripe on Jun 25, 2009 19:02:04 GMT -5
Beestripe And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether Im right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
When I come to call she wont forsake me
As the sun rose higher and higher in the cloud dappled sky, it burned with a premature summer heat that had already woken up many of the other warriors, eager to make quick work of the drowsy mice and squirrels, still sleepy from the sunlight. Beestripe squeezed his eyes shut, feebly attempting to block the glow that warmed his striped pelt. At last he admitted defeat and slowly sat up, yawning luxiously to expose pearly white teeth that flashed in the radiant morning. He blinked the sleep from his hazel eyes and glanced around the warriors den, surprised to find that he was the only one left. Morninglight was gone too, not having bothered to wake when up, which Beestripe thought was odd behavior for his golden-furred sister, who usually took delight in poking and prodding him at all hours.
Not that he minded of course or would ever be annoyed at her. Even on days where freezing rain soaked the camp and Beestripe woke up in an unusual grumpy mood, Morninglight was always the cat he could depend on. He owed so much to her that could never fully be repaid. After his parents had died, she had raised him as his sister and his mother, hunted for him, protected him, and finally found RavineClan as a place they could call home together. He purred at the thought of her, she was his motivation throughout his apprenticeship and into his warrior days, so that she could be proud of him. She had been acting strange lately and more than once had noticed her vivid green eyes sparkle whenever a certain tomcat entered view. Beestripe knew his sister, and while knowing she wouldn't compromise her integrity, this would only bring her pain.
He stood up, stretching his long legs one at a time and padded out of the warriors den. The clan was buzzing with daily tasks, noisy apprentices, and the general energy that Beestripe loved to be a part of. He made his way over to the fresh kill pile, feeling slightly guilty that he had slept so long, and vowed to make up for it when he joined the next patrol. He would need his strength anyway. Just as he was about to select a piece, his hazel eyes brightened at the sight of a familler golden pelt, partially dimmed by the shade. He lifted his head and bounded over there cheerfully, his tail swishing in time.
Her relationship with Goldenwing was a strange one, one he wasn't quite sure how to define. She was so easy to relate to, especially about her past, he being not clan-born either, but both shared a great love for their clan, and a strong need to prove themselves. In the short time they had been friends, they had already share so much of their life, it would be impossible for them not to be close, although at this point, it wasn't anymore than good friends. Truth be told, he was slightly enamored by this beautiful golden she-cat and just thinking about her brought a bashful smile to even confident Beestripe's face. However, he was perfectly content to be her good friend and she is, regardless of her feelings towards him.
It was only until he was closer when he realized her lovely features were marred with an undistinguishable emotion, sadness? frustration? contemplation? The choices were endless, but Goldenwing knew if she wanted to talk, Beestripe would always be there. When he was within earshot, he mewed, "What's up?", an easy smile gracing his strong face. "You seem..." he shrugged, searching for the right word. "in thought," he finished, not pushing her for answers, but leaving the option open. He sat down beside her, his tail flicking curiously and his hazel eyes sincere.
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Post by goldenwing on Jun 26, 2009 14:04:44 GMT -5
Goldenwing jumped as Beestripe's voice penetrated her thoughts. She wiped all confusion from her face momentarily and replaced it with a smile -- the smile she reserved just for him. Like Beestripe, Goldenwing wasn't sure about where they stood relationship-wise, either, but she did know that they were great friends, and great friends tell each other things that are of significance...right? Her smile faded.
"Hey, Beestripe," she replied. She eyed him carefully. "Up a bit late, aren't you?" she added playfully, smile returning. "Not that I can say much for myself there. I only got up a little while ago." She turned away from him.
The truth was painful for everyone, it seemed, and these two were no exception. If Goldenwing told Beestripe, he might be torn, he might run off, he might think less of her for being a bad gatekeeper... Mind reeling, Goldenwing watched Beestripe for a moment in silence. He meant so much to her. He had always been there when others weren't. She couldn't think of any cat who was there as much as he was, really. Not one. A life without family wasn't a good one, and he was lucky. Beestripe had had his family--well, at least part of it.
With a sigh, Goldenwing turned her gaze to the ground and scored marks into the dirt. Just sitting here isn't going to do you any good, she thought mockingly. Wouldn't you have wanted for someone to tell you who your parents were? And your siblings, if you had any? Family matters...
Finally decided on what to say, Goldenwing kept making marks in the earth as she slowly meowed, "I've just been thinking about my family a lot lately. It's so difficult to not have family ties, you know? And I wonder how some of these other cats would feel if they had family in other Clans." She paused. "I wonder if they would be torn between that family and their Clan." She looked up at Beestripe. "What do you think?" she tested. "If you had other family, you know, besides Morninglight, in a different Clan, do you think you'd be the least bit torn between them and RavineClan? Do you think it'd be hard for you to stay here?"
That was it. She couldn't ask much more, and she knew right then and there that her reaction depended completely on his. If she got the reaction she favored, the one where he would confess his undying love and loyalty for his Clan, then she would tell him. Despite how badly she wanted to give him the news of his brother, the TealClan leader, she wasn't going to if any inkling of doubt crept into Beestripe's words or voice. She just couldn't lose the best part of RavineClan for her, no matter how selfish it was. Besides, the Clan couldn't lose more members; Beestripe was a strong Clanmate, one that RavineClan needed badly.
Goldenwing stared at Beestripe expectantly, awaiting his reply, her heart pounding in her chest like a caged bird batting its wings in her ribcage. Please, please, please say what you should. Please. |
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Post by beestripe on Jun 26, 2009 19:53:12 GMT -5
He laughed, flicking her playfully with the tip of his striped tail. “I need my beauty sleep,” he joked, curling his tail around his paws. The smile slipped off his face however, as she asked her question, taking note of her markings in the dirt and the way her gaze slipped away from his when she began. Was she…considering going back to CherryClan?. He couldn’t imagine her even considering that, but it was her birthclan, the clan she would have been in, had her mother chosen to stay. Perhaps the desire to prove herself to her adopted clan had been overwhelmed with the seemingly impossibility of it all. Not that RavineClan was particularly judgmental, but it was unfortunate that she or Beestripe needed to prove themselves at all.
He mentally shook that idea right out of his head, he knew Goldenwing better than that, or at least she would tell him straightforwardly if she was thinking about leaving, she knew she could tell him anything. Perhaps there was something else on her mind. He paused his thoughts upon listening to her question, his brows furrowed in concentration as he reflected on his answer choice. How would he feel if he had family in another clan? . An interesting question, and one he had never thought about. Being born in a different clan was enough, but now that RavineClan was his home, the only one he knew, he wasn’t exactly sure how he could react.
“I think family is important,” he started off slowly, gathering his thoughts at this suddenly posed question. “But family doesn’t just have to mean by blood. I’ve never known the rest of my biological family, yet I don’t find that I miss that. The cats here in RavineClan are every bit as family to me, blood or not. And I fight for my family. I dunno…” he paused, closing his eyes to bask in the sunrays and opened them again to reveal glittering green flecks in a background of brown. “I would have a hard time calling someone family that I have never met, never struggled with or laughed with or fought side by side with. That’s what makes family, ya know?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.
“I would be nice to have a past of course,” he mused, flicking his ears. “Someday when I have kits, I would want to tell them about me, where I came from, how I got here, so they could be proud of me, look up to their father. Having never known my father, I’m not really sure how to be one, but it seems a past would be useful to have,” he speculated. “Right now I know that I came here to RavineClan…and that’s about it,” he added, his hazel eyes slightly disappointed.
“Anyways, I don’t think I could leave RavineClan for another one. Sure, I might have family over there, but everything I need is right here. Morninglight, my friends, you…I just don’t think I could part with that,” he added, having said this very fast, averting his gaze to the rest of his clan. “I would miss it too much,” he commented, a smile returning much more easily than it had left. He glanced back at her, his eyes bright and brimming with curiosity. “Why do you ask?” he said, hoping, praying to StarClan that it wasn’t for the reasons initially thought.
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Post by goldenwing on Jul 2, 2009 11:32:20 GMT -5
Goldenwing had watched her friend with an intense curiosity, interpreting every single emotion that trailed over his face carefully, sometimes even taking them for more than they actually were. His word choice was careful, she noted, but not dishonest. He was being completely honest, as was the way of Beestripe to Goldenwing, but...something seemed to unsettle him at first and towards the end of his words. It took her a few moments after he stopped talking before she realized what he meant.
"Wait...you thought I was contemplating going back to CherryClan!" she meowed with surprise, eyes large. Goldenwing stopped making her marks in the ground and focused her full attention on Beestripe. "I wouldn't ever do that, even if that is the only place where I have blood-related family. Ravenflight may be my kin, but he wasn't exactly...welcoming to me the last time I was there, and besides that, I have too much to stay here for, too." Her mind flashed back to the day that Tawnystone had died. He had been upset, yes, but he still didn't have a reason to treat her the way he did on that day... Anyway. "No, no, this isn't about me; it's about you. I have to tell you something."
The golden tabby was still considering whether or not she should tell her friend all of the information that she had heard. Surely he wouldn't leave, and Loststar would only be a cat to him still. They were blood brothers, yes, but not true brothers. Beestripe was right; true brothers, true family, fought beside each other and could share special moments with each other. When Beestripe had a mate and they had kits, Loststar wouldn't rejoice in the news. He would probably just strengthen his border patrols, actually, about six months afterward. He wouldn't fight beside Beestripe, but against him. That wasn't a true brother at all.
Goldenwing took a deep breath. "I guess I owe you the whole story," she mewed, "not that it's long or anything. So I woke up this morning, only to find that the dawn patrol was gone, so I took off to at least hunt for a while since I'd missed it. I didn't come across prey, though; I came across Morninglight, Tallstone, and...and...Loststar." She looked down for a slight moment, took another breath, and turned her gaze back up to let it rest on Beestripe. "Beestripe...they weren't going to tell you, but I knew I had to. I would have liked to have known who my mother was, so I think I should let you know about this. You deserve to know, and for them to keep such information from you just isn't fair, so I'm not going to be like them." She was rambling, that she knew, and her words were just falling out of her mouth in a crazy order. The she-cat could only hope her tom friend understood her well enough to get a picture of what was going on. "Beestripe...you've got more kin in these Clans," she meowed more slowly. "Loststar is your brother."
Now her gaze was locked on him. It didn't rest idly, nor did it flutter towards the leaves of the trees above them or the other cats who were lazing around the camp at this time of day. His reaction was the second-most important one she had ever witnessed, and she wanted to drink it all in, to allow her eyes to partake in this endlessly.
"I hope you keep to your words," she whispered, not caring whether or not he heard her. She did. She hoped he kept to the words he had given her only moments before. He had to. He was...well, becoming more to her than just a friend. Goldenwing felt like she needed him here, needed the cat who was currently her best friend. He was her family here, she felt; they had laughed together, traveled together, fought together...yes, that was truly family. But all she could do was hope, hope and await his reply. |
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 6, 2009 22:28:36 GMT -5
some people will never learn anything....
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∗ -- he was thinking about cometpaw again. the young tom shifted softly, mouth open as he breathed in the fresh afternoon heat. it was hot, yes, and he should really be thinking about the cool, open waters that lay only a few miles from where he was. this particular tom, however, was on his back and staring up at the cloudless blue sky, waiting for cometpaw to return from her training session with phantomsun.
why wasn't he out training, you say? he couldn't find his newly-appointed mentor, goldenwing, and hawkshadow was recently found dead. normally, the tom would still be moping, the pain that had racked his slight frame at talonpaw's death would still throb and his throat would still be dry from crying too much. this morning, however, it seemed different as he turned to see cometpaw's sleeping face and peaceful expression. his eyes had softened, as the creases of his face, and he had stared at her for what must have been an entire hour before deciding to leave her.
his heart felt fresh and his muscles felt free like they hadn't in moons. imagine that; who knew that just watching cometpaw could be his cure? of course, whenever cinderpaw let his thoughts drift towards his old mentor, he would feel his throat close up and the tears come back, but thinking on it again, he hadn't cried as many tears for his mentor than his brother because - while he was close to them both - hawkshadow had gone briefly missing and therefore left cinderpaw unattended. in additoin to that, the bond between brothers was much stronger than what hawkshadow left him with. hawkshadow rarely praised him and being so young - even though a part of cinderpaw assured him that he knew better - he was envious of all the other apprentices who got praise. it certainly didn't help that cinderpaw tried blocking out all memories of hawkshadow so he could not remember the flashes of pictures that gave him reoccurring nightmares. so, with all of these adding up, the young tom instead settled for a detachment that disabled him to properly mourn his mentor on this very occasion.
at the moment, cinderpaw had wandered out of camp after spending most of the morning looking for his mentor, goldenwing. to admit it truthfully, he had been looking forward to actually training for once. where as most toms his age would assume it was because she was pretty - the ashen-striped tom only had his eyes for one she-cat in particular, anyway - the reason was actually much more simpler. to hang out with another cat that wasn't cometpaw - as much as he loved her, she also caused him to blush furiously, disable him to think straight if at all, and crushed every piece of his heart when they argued, as they often did - would be nice. goldenwing wouldn't have expectations of him that his parents seemed to carry along, either. it would also be a clean break from northwind and tallstone's endless worry. despite popular belief, cinderpaw was not as fragile or soft as his parents often perceived him to be. he wasn't going to die, at least not like his brother did -- without a fight.
the tom blinked suddenly and felt the familiar wetness of tears on his face. he cursed softly under his breath and immediatley turned to wipe them. he paused, then, sniffling and carefully looked around as he shifted from his played position on the green grass. he lifted himself and straightened his shoulders, making his way back to camp.
the moment he returned, however, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise. not even thinking straight, he bolted into a run and slammed into goldenwing, a floppy grin splayed across his cheerful face. his heart was light again, his mind free of thoughts of his brother and cometpaw and hawkshadow, and paws pressed on both sides of her head, he covered her. taking no notice of beestripe and the conversation they may or may not have been having, he tilted his head to the side, gracing her with a boyish expression that was openmouthed, but flushed pleasantly.
he didn't seem to notice the position as he stared at her, eyes sparkling. " i found you. we can train now !" he mewed happily. like the little kit that everyone thought they had lost.
learn from your past, move on, grow stronger,
these people are so fake, but let your trust last longer.
do what you have to do, but always stay true,
and never let anyone get the best of you
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Post by beestripe on Jul 6, 2009 23:14:41 GMT -5
Beestripe
For once in his life, Beestripe was at a loss for words. He gaped at Goldenwing, completely floored by this sudden confession. He stared at her for a few long moments, hazel eyes unblinking, as he mentally struggled to process this newfound information. Loststar was his brother, meaning that everything he thought he had known was completely stripped from him. He never knew, never even had an inkling…
And if Loststar was his brother, that meant Morninglight wasn’t his sister…this realization was, believe it or not, more shocking to him, to realize that the she-cat who raised him, loved him, supported him, was not who he thought she was. Why would she not tell him? Why would Loststar not tell him? It seemed like this new discovery prompted more questions than it answered. All his life he had a burning desire to know his past, as if this knowledge would complete him in some way. But he realized that he was still the same Beestripe he had always known himself as, these answers did not change him in the dramatic way he had always thought they would.
But the fact Morninglight and Loststar were discussing…what were they discussing? But he doubted, if she had hid it from him for so long, she would confess everything to him so easily, even if he asked. Although he tried to surpress these emotions so unlike him, he was hot with anger…no, that was the wrong word for it. Frustration more like it, that even with this realization, he still had unanswered questions and he worried that he would always be trapped in this uncomfortable limbo.
His eyes flickered back to Goldenwing and he felt a sudden rush of admiration for her even in the midst of this confusion. How brave she was to tell him, to take that burden onto herself, he felt terrible that she had to be involved in something like this, but closer to her than ever. He opened his mouth, to say something, anything to reassure her that he wouldn’t leave. Despite the whirling emotions creating chaos in his mind, one thing that he was sure of, he would never leave RavineClan or her for that matter…But he didn’t have the time to articulate himself when a striped blur shot through his hazel vision.
He blinked, realizing it was Cinderpaw, Goldenwing’s new apprentice standing…well…over Goldenwing enthusiastically, smiling, no doubt anticipating afternoon training with his new mentor. Still…something about Cinderpaw being so close to Goldenwing made him forget all about Loststar and Morninglight, his hazel eyes flashed, and he felt slightly miffed just watching them together, even if the more rational side of his mind told him he had no claim, no right to think the way that he did…
Beestripe forced himself to relax, not realizing he was holding his breath, and breathed lightly, a smile reappearing, hoping to put Goldenwing at ease, even if he had lost the chance to tell her. Of course he should be happy at Cinderpaw’s mood, that cat spent far too much time moping and this bright glimmer of optimism in his eyes shouldn’t be dampened by this sudden turn of events in Beestripe’s life nor the carefully hidden irritation he felt just watching them together. It was hard for him to continuously deny his feeling for the beautiful golden she-cat, but the large striped tom knew it wasn't his place to address them, not in this time nor place. He had more pressing matters to tend to.
"Well if you guys need to train, don't let me hold you back," he said cheerfully, swishing his tail, and if you didn't know him well, it would be impossible to notice a change in his demenor. Yet for those who were close to him, his smile was not quite as wide, the laughing creases next to his eyes not quite as pronounced, and his voice a little louder than usual. His eyes shifted from Cinderpaw, and the closeness of the apprentice's pelt to his mentor's, and back to Goldenwing, hoping that she would understand, that their friendship would not change over this...
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Post by goldenwing on Jul 30, 2009 14:48:58 GMT -5
Jaw hanging open and slightly in a daze, Goldenwing lay on the ground and stared up at Beestripe for a moment. She was seemingly unaware of the fact that she had just been tackled by her young apprentice. The tabby she-cat didn't want to seem mean, but she could recognize when Beestripe was upset--and now was one of those times. It was Cinderpaw's fault. She pushed the tom off as gently as she could and let her eyes linger on Beestripe's pelt.
Goldenwing turned to Cinderpaw, golden eyes hard. "Come on," she murmured through clenched teeth. She didn't want to be mad at her apprentice, and wasn't, not really, but this was just a bit too much to handle.
The she-cat allowed her paws to carry her quickly out of the camp and into the forest. Before she had noticed it, she was far from said camp and in a very small clearing. She closed her eyes for a moment and considered everything. There was no need to make Cinderpaw upset, especially when he had greeted her so enthusiastically... With a sigh, the tabby turned back around and raced back to the camp.
"Come on, Cinderpaw," she mewed much more genially. "We're going to practice some hunting and fighting moves today since I haven't had much time with you lately." She smiled warmly. "So get moving, and you'd better keep up!"
She turned back towards the exit, moved slowly out of the camp, and then took off running in the playful way that only cats do. Beestripe probably needed some time alone, anyway; Goldenwing knew she did when she found out about Tawnystone and Nightstar being her parents. It was a hard burden to bear, really, and it took her several days of mostly being alone before she really wanted to speak to another cat again. Much to her unhappiness as well was the fact that she had been neglectful of Cinderpaw's training. Hawkshadow's death had to have been a blow for the young cat, too; he was the apprentice's mentor, after all. The apprentice-mentor bond was quite strong, and it was hard to be broken, even over death.
Goldenwing reached the clearing, panted for a moment, and sat down. She curled her long tail daintily around her paws and waited for Cinderpaw to enter it with her. She knew he would still be a few moments, but that was fine; she had time to waste. Not only that, but she was contemplating how she could assess the young cat to get a grasp on how much he already knew and what they should work on today.
...And there was still Beestripe. No matter how much she tried to put him out of her mind, she was still worried about him and what this news might do to him--and them. He was definitely her best friend in RavineClan and always had been.
Goldenwing took in a deep breath, held it for a few moments, and released it. She just needed to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand--er...paw. After this, she noted, she would speak to Beestripe and try to comfort him as much as she possibly could.
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 30, 2009 15:35:05 GMT -5
some people will never learn anything....
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∗ -- it wasn't his fault at all and yet, from the hard line that suddenly formed in his mentor's jaw, her eyes harder than he would have ever imagined them, cinderpaw felt his face fall -- or more like crash, really. he sucked in tightly through his teeth, feeling her golden paws push lightly and tensely, her own voice sliding through clenched teeth, and he felt something sharp stab him in the chest, as if he had done something wrong again. He hated that feeling, like molten lava sloshing in his brain and his chest tightening, filling his insides with an icky goo. Almost as if he was seeing his father again, or his mother and his world was shifting again, breaking into irreplaceable forms -- turning into things that he just couldn't handle.
It wasn't quite like that, but it was enough to be so shatteringly similar to the emotion that hit him when his father slid across the clearing, narrowingly avoiding northwind's almost-painful gaze, or when his mother slipped away through the crowd in clan meetings whenever tallstone would step in. He sucked in again, stumbling away from Goldenwing to have his gaze flicker across Beestripe's fake smile and then sharply turn away to look, his eyes not quite pleadingly but close, at his mentor.
anyone who saw cinderpaw could see that he was breaking. between his parents constant avoidance of each other, his mentor's death, reminders of talonpaw's sacrifice and then, with goldenwing and beestripe, so obviously frustrated with him for reason he didn't understand -- or at least, he forced himself to think he didn't understand them. the tabby tom's breath was shallow as foreign, disturbed thoughts fluttered through his chest. the gaze that beestripe had sent goldenwing, thinking he could get it past cinderpaw who was probably too young to understand, and the aggravated looks they both gave in return, whether or not the point was too avoid cinderpaw or give it to him, made his insides tremble.
there was nothing between him and goldenwing - the entire clan must have known he had been padding after cometpaw since well into his apprenticeship - yet the look on beestripe's face, full of fake smiles and forced cheerfulness that shouldn't have been there, reminded cinderpaw of something. whenever cometpaw talked to another tom, his face would crumple and his insides would turn, his lips would unwillingly stretch into a too-wide smile and his eyes would sparkle with a fakeness that made him almost vomit. he did not think it was possible for any other cat to look like that - to pretend that the other cat was not disturbing something so terribly private, that you had to tell yourself that you didn't want to and couldn't wrangle him or her - but the expression on beestripe's face, measuring it with goldenwing's flighted behavior, made his insides twist unexpectedly. he swallowed thickly, teeth scraping against cracked lips, and followed her slowly away, casting a clearly apologetic glance at the older tom who was so much like himself.
but as soon as the got out of camp, the tense atmosphere that has clammed up inside him was released in an instant. he let a long breath out, close to a sigh but not quite, and the smoggy look from his eyes vanished, replaced by a clearness that had not been quite there in a long time. he wanted to train with goldenwing to get his mind off of anything and darn it all, he was going to do just that.
his eyes instantly lightened up at her voice, an easy smile crossing his face, and nodded. cinderpaw didn't fell ill of her or beestripe, who probably blamed him from losing quality time with their best friend, but if he did - and hadn't let himself know it - then he would forgive them in an instant, for goldenwing's smile seemed like the sunlight streaming through the clouds for all the darkness that it had recently been choked up in.
cinderpaw laughed warmly in response, his legs carrying him in the direction she left and he danced happily across the clearing, taking it easy. if he had actually tried, he might have been able to overtake her; after all, he wasn't the young, short and lanky cinderpaw that hawkshadow used to train and scold anymore. even if he didn't know it, cinderpaw had grown into himself and filled out well. his muscles rippled in his shoulders, long limbs in careful but easy strides, and he was not quite as lanky as he had been, his figure lean and lithe but not quite tall. the wide grin that felt too real that it was almost false, spread crookedly across his face, the edges of his face creasing joyfully, and there was a hapiness that filled that, in the past moons, had been absent. the ache in his heart, filled with the absence of hawkshadow, the splitting of his parents, loving cometpaw and the loss of talonpaw fresh in side him, was covered by a softer feeling, filling him like the wind that brushed into his airways.
for a moment he paused, breathing in calmly, and his eyes flickered around, grazing the clearing and the direction in which goldenwing's sunshine pelt fluttered off. he paused for a moment, looking as if he was contemplating something, before his soft-pelted figure bounced off, the gray-brown hue that almost matched his father's, but was so clearly his own, blinking off into the sun. in a moment, the image of cinderpaw fluttered back, crouching down into the shadows until he was not far from his new mentor.
he smiled warmly and in an instant he bolted, the pounding of paws silent as he flew across the too-green grass that was like the dreams in his heart, of a time in which pain or the ache in his heart did not exist and talonpaw was with him, his parents were together and when he could still convince himself that cometpaw loved him too. it felt like he was flying, and his heart was lighter than ever, yet he couldn't jump forward and surprise her like he would have. instead, he slowed down and padded up to her, lips pressed thinly together. was this a part of growing up?
" i'm sorry," he meowed, hanging his head.
learn from your past, move on, grow stronger,
these people are so fake, but let your trust last longer.
do what you have to do, but always stay true,
and never let anyone get the best of you
"cute, still." → finished → 1052 words
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