[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * Smoke emerged from the cave, darkness still shrouded the snowy lands but an eminent glow bordered the horizon. The sky was a painted onyx with cobalt touches along the clouds. Snow was falling slowly around the two as they made their way back, covering over the previous blanket with a fresh powder.
Smokebreath was new in almost every sense of the word. His old life had been ripped from his vessel to be replaced with 9 new ones. He was bursting at the seams by now, his body almost too meek to contain what had been squeezed inside every muscle. However.. he was painless. Any aches and pains he'd accumulated over his lifetime had dissipated, allowing his muscles to move smoothly beneath his ashen coat whilst he ran the terrain with grace.
He felt like he could run for miles, swim forever and fight to the death. Solve any puzzle and navigate any problem. He felt able to focus on every individual snowflake that fell, every fish that passed. He felt like he was able to sacrifice anything and everything for his clan. He felt ready.
What he'd experienced at the moonstone filled him with a monstrous determination to lead his clan to his fullest capacity.
He moved differently. Every limb had a purpose and served that purpose with pristine excellence while he moved through the undergrowth that surrounded the camp. Slowly and soundlessly, the newly acclaimed leader moved with decorum across the clearing, the world silent in those moments. The only sounds being made were his delicate footsteps athwart the camp. He moved with the air around him over the log that looked over the empty and silent camp, movement only present in the now quickly falling snow. He wanted to sit in this silence forever. He didn't want to break it and wake his clanmates.
Reluctantly, the tom called out, "All Riverclanners, gather for a clan meeting below me!"