Over the river the deputy did traverse, limbs limber and defined by gracefulness, a dangerous radiance preceded his softening arrival. He stalked, slim limbs akin to those of a heron's, but not nearly as fragile. Long, pointed beaks, they embodied grace, untouched, navigating the marshland like ghosts, and the skies like angels, graced by heaven's touch. They were always too big to catch, but Glade was happy to watch them, a refined beauty, detached elegance, contented to simply snare fish and frogs from pockets of water. He silently yearned to be like them, drifting through life with little to care about other than the next pond to dip into.
Before him the marshland ebbed away into industrialized urbanity. Not Bloodclan's territory, no, it was the suburban neighborhood that pressed against Riverclan's territory. Shielded somewhat by thick grasses, trees and a wooden fence the towering buildings in the very distant east formed the jungle within which Bloodclan lived. He had just about crossed Riverclan's border, barely, the twoleg path before long fed into a concrete neighborhood. His lungs had already tasted the acrid stench, so unlike the glistening, lush grasslands of his home. Why anyone should choose to live in such a loud, depraved place was beyond the reaches of his mind.
A silent grief hung over him as he walked along the sidewalk, frigid torment as sharp as glass and a mentality about as fragile. The pillars of his consciousness were fracturing with every passing thought, memories of his interactions with Cliffpaw each served to nick and chip away at his stability, and the tides of his emotions grew more and more powerful still. Eyes squeezed shut, he scrambled to piece together himself, his personality, his strength. Shattered, cast to the winds that swept across the barren tundras of his mind. His heart. He didn't even know what he was doing here. It was a silent force that compelled him, a soundless breeze tugging at him, too weak to resist the wills of his body. The sky was a wash of orange and pale blue, the sun's descent slow, but inevitable.
-revolution! here it is!!