Morninglight

[morninglight]

Name: Morninglight
Gender: She-cat
Age: 33 moons
Clan: RavineClan
Rank: Warrior

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Appearance: Upon first sight, Morninglight strikes most as an ordinary tabby she-cat, non-descript, ordinary, average, common, any of these words would come to mind. However, and only after close examination, the subtleness of her beauty comes into full life and one can see that Morninglight practically glows. The majority of her body is covered in glossy golden fur with a reddish tint, the same shade of the early morning sky and appropriately, her namesake. Her pelt is overlapped with rich burnished brown stripes which slopes down her back and legs, adding, gentle curves to her lithe figure.

However, her movement and the way she carries herelf diminishes from her physical beauty, and certainly one of the reasons she is not as noticed like other she-cats, such as Northwind, who walk with confidence and grace. Her face is usually pointed downwards and her eyes averted from the others. While her paws tread softly on the ground and there is a willowy movement to her strides, her hunched shoulders do not do justice to the rest of her appearance.

If one happens to catch the rare moments where Morninglight looks you straight on, whether you be a close friend or foe, her eyes are exquisite. As luminious as gold, as polished as emeralds, they are a vivid green set in a backdrop of gold fur. Usually tinged with sympathy and warmth for her fellow cats, they are the window to her heart, and she has extreme difficulty masking her true feelings if she makes eye-contact with another cat.
Strengths:
Caring
Protecting

Weaknesses:
Confidence
Self-Esteem

Likes:
Beestripe
Kits

Dislikes:
Guilt
Being the center of attention

What She Lives For:Beestripe

Loststar was not the only one awoken by the disappearance of darkness, scared away by the sudden appearance of morning light in all its glory. She breathed in the juxtaposition of tranquil silence and noise of light and color that banished away the night. That is, until the blundering sound of a large animal barreled through her midst. Vivid green eyes pierced through the undergrowth and her eyes widened as the sight and the scent washed over her with unforgiving rememberance.

Morninglight bolted through the bushes, crashing straight into the leader himself. He, hardly away of his surroundings let out a yowl of surprise and collided into the golden warrioress. He leapt back spitting, his eyes alive and frightening to behold. She straightened up from the dust, pine needles and dirt clinging to her coat. He stared at her dumbfounded for a moment, his thoughts on Beestripe and Beestripe alone, that she wasn’t sure if he recognized her. For a moment, she was petrified.

The realization hit him with a sudden blow and he stepped back, his eyes losing their dangerous and wild glint. The fur settled down on Morninglight’s back, but she still kept her distance and asked in perfect warrior fashion, “This is RavineClan territory, what business do you have here, Loststar?” Her voice was respectful, cool, while emerald eyes traced his every move. They had bonded over raising Beestripe, surviving together, but that was moons ago. She was a warrior and he was a leader of opposing tribes. And it had to stay that way.

He paused, the air falling into silence, and he finally managed to say, “I…I need to talk to Beestripe.” Morninglight had never seen Loststar look so uncomfortable and unless her instincts were incorrect, guilty. “What for?” she responded sharply, her ears flattening against her head and her fur beginning to rise again.

He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it, guilt seizing hold of him once more , threatening to once again condemn him back to his miserable existence. As Morninglight stood there, the multitude of reasons that he should forever keep his silence cascading, drowning him as he gasped for air. Bathed in sunlight, her multi-hued pelt of ambers and golds shone with unwelcomed beauty. The compassion she showed Beestripe, the forgiveness she bestowed, the grace that saved Loststar from a life of guilt and shame, the love he once had for her hit him like a tidal wave and he ached with invisible pain. As she stood there, her eyes burning with love and life, life that he was about to snatch away greedily, remorse and despair collapsed upon him. With tears in his silver and brown eyes, he pressed on.

“I need to tell Beestripe…everything,” he finished, his voice cracking, not daring to look her in the eyes, not brave enough to endure his pain and hers. “His past, his connection to me, everything…” he added, trailing off. This was not the impassive leader of TealClan, strong, emotionless, honorable. As Morninglight looked at this huge ebony cat, once upon a time, her friend, she could hardly recognize him.

She was startled. For a moment, too surprised to say something as she gaped at Loststar like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and shutting as words dancing tantalizingly out of reach. Her surprise gave way to shock which boiled over to angry. Her eyes were green chips of ice as her neutral warrior persona slipped away and she stared at him, unflinchingly and furious. “You think that you can walk over here and tell him everything?!” she spat, digging her claws in the ground. He flinched and took a step back, suddenly reminded of the desparate and hopeless warrior he had encountered moons ago…

“Morninglight…” Her eyes blinked open, a startlingly beautiful emerald, and she slowly sat up, turning to face me. I almost gasped at her appearance, soot covering her lovely features, claw marks covering her matted coat, and her beaten expression. She studied me for a moment, and when it dawned on her my identity, her eyes turned to bitter green ice as she hissed, “Filth! Take one more step and I’ll kill you where you stand”.

She faced him, unblinkingly. She would never back down, never. Beestripe was the only family she had after Loststar’s clan had destroyed hers and she would die before she would let his alligiences be torn between clans. “How dare you?!”she ended, taking a step towards him. Gone was the passive she-cat, soft-spoken and complaisant. A warrior stood in her place and she wouldn’t back down without a fight.

“Please Morninglight,” Loststar said, no begged, the black leader practically at a lost for words against this onslaught of bitterness and anger. “I need this, and I know, I know he is your family now, and I know it isn’t my place anymore, but you must understand that I would never ever do this, if I didn't feel it was absolutely necessary, if I felt even for a second that I could continue living like this. If I thought for one moment I could spare you and Beestripe the pain, you know that I would not have come," he pleaded, his eyes shadowed with sorrow and hope.

His words fell upon deaf ears. "I don't know you anymore," she shot back. "The Loststar I knew wouldn't inflict his brother with such pain, just as he was calling his clan his own, wouldn't allow his loyalties to be divided for such selfish reasons," she hissed.

Her words were bitter and they fall upon Loststar's shoulders like fire. He cast his eyes downward, and her words died upon the wind. He felt grief yes, and an almost overwhelming amount of guilt. But a new emotion sparked, igniting, and caught flame. He raised his face to her, their eyes locking tightly, and for the first time, he felt anger towards Morninglight. Why shouldn't he have a right to happiness, after moons of suffering alone? Loststar was all for redemption and wallowing in guilt, but enough was enough. He wasn't going to strive for an unattainable forgiveness anymore.

"I'm sorry about your family Morninglight, truely I am," he retorted back. "There is not a day that goes by where I do not think of how I could have prevented it. But I have as much of a right to happiness as you, or any other cat, and I mean to have it!" he yowled, his body tense and his claws scraping the ground. "And I can't see you deny Beestripe a piece of his past that I know he longs for, and if I need to, I'll fight for what I think is right."

Morninglight stood there, dumbfounded in his sudden change. A fight was not what she wanted it to come to, but she had come to see that they were beyond words, neither budging in this unspoken game of will. Her emerald eyes narrowed and she crouched, looking pitifully small next to the black leader of TealClan. "So be it," she replied quietly.





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