Post by NETTLESTAR on May 23, 2014 1:55:03 GMT
the sun will set and the good side of the cat will die.
or so his mother had once told him. a tale he could remember from his kit-hood, when his mother cooed over his ill head, and whispered tales spun from loner's tongues. how the sun was but an eye of a cat who controlled all and yet - the young kitten at the time had thought that perhaps this cat was thunder - the founder of thunderclan, watching his decedents as they made it through their life. and the moon is the other eye - or so the loner once said. his mother would always meow at the end of the tale, before tucking away to her other kittens, to her two older sons who had not fallen ill in the greencough pledge. but now, nearly forty-five moons later he knew those tales to be false, for the stars were the real thing, they were the cats of the long dead and they were what was real. the sun gave them light and was worshiped in it's own right, as was the moon for it's time of rest - but it was the stars, the tom knew now - that held the true power. which was why, on this brisk evening that the male feline would escape his den and into the moon lit forest of his clan's territory. from here the young tom, of forty-eight moons moved freely, his paws carrying him gently across the undergrowth that crunched below his paw. the smallest hint of melting snow located around the base of a few of the trees where the sun had yet to heat constantly.
I do wonder where those kits have gotten to. his thoughts were strong, eyes forced on the forest floor as he remembered the gathering two nights before. how their had been blames and how even the leader of shadowclan - ravenstar - had sworn she had no idea where the kits had gone. but for all the leader of thunderclan knew, the she-cat could of lied as smoothly and as quietly as any. for the tom; the leader of thunderclan - nettlestar; knew little of ravenstar and her ways. though she had been in power the longest of all the leaders so far, he had paid little attention to her ways and for that he felt foolish and guilty - for kittens to be stolen and torn from their mother's beast was something that even he did not wish to see. with his whiskers twitching in silent annoyance the male moved quickly now, his eyes forced on nothing and yet on the path he was following, dodging roots and twigs as soon the scent of prey and predators entered his nose. owls. he thought with a pause of his paws, and with a swing of his amber eyes, he spotted them - three currently; two elderly looking ones and a proud young tom nestled in the trees above. owls are friends and food and yet they are our enemies. he thought cautiously, eyes scanning the clearing as he waited and watched. he watched as the proud young one stretched it's wings, long feathery things that seemed to stretch for foxtails and yet, were short.
the owl swooped.
and nettlestar darted from the edge of the clearing as the talons of the proud young owl came within inches of his muzzle. eyes closed as the tom gulped in air, before opening them to see that the proud owl was nestled on the ground as if taunting him to attack and yet still proving to be a fearsome predator. with each breath in and out the tom watched the owl shake it's feather, before turning it's head to look at him. amber eyes met amber and nettlestar smirked, crouching as if to attack the owl before watching it soar into the sky above once more. gone, into the night sky where it belongs. he thought no doubt, and with a smirk, the tom turned to leave - when the sound of a twig crushing caught his attention. ears erect with interest, the leader of thunderclan waited, claws unsheathed as he waited for the intruder of his peace to present themselves.
